Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

A Reality

Gibran drove his car at a moderate speed. When his car lights accidentally catch the figure of a girl walking on the sidewalk, the man slows down the car, squinting as he recognizes the girl.

The car that slowly equaled her steps made the girl look anxious, but Gibran who was sure if he recognized the girl then opened the window of her car. It seemed to make the girl surprised and panicked from before. There's no disbelief in meeting that guy tonight.

"Hay," said Gibran.

"If it's not wrong, you're Yashinta's friend?" ask Gibran who then stopped the car when the girl also stopped her steps. The girl nodded.

"Where are you going these nights?"

"home."

"Come in, let me take you in." tell him, make Ranti peck on the spot. He never thought if he would be reunited with Gibran, especially the man had not been to the restaurant where Ranti worked for long enough.

Maybe he should be happy with what's happening right now, who knows if maybe it's the last chance of his life to sit in Gibran's car right next to him.

But slowly, while remembering Yashinta and remembering the closeness between the friend and the man before her, Ranti's guts shrieked. He was afraid of disappointment, afraid of hurt and hurt. Because in reality, no matter how hard he tried, he could never completely forget Gibran, nor would he have that man in his life.

If he was sitting next to the man. Then his feelings for Gibran will become more, Ranti is afraid of not being able to control her own feelings and ends with heartache.

"Eng–no sir, I'm going home on foot. Decket it."

"It's late at night, it's not good for women to walk alone. Come on, let me take you." Gibran. He couldn't have let the girl walk home by herself when he saw her.

"Come, I can't let you go home by yourself" Gibran said, while the girl was just pecking at her place. But, when Gibran re-started the car engine and seemed to be waiting for him, Ranti had no other choice but to open the passenger door and sit there.

For the first time he sat in Gibran's car, right next to Gibran and the car the man drove to his house. Like a miracle.

"Where did you end up?" ask Gibran, mince words.

"Oh, finish writing books to the house." Ranti did borrow a book from her classmates last day and she had to return it immediately.

Gibran seemed to nod his head, understood.

"If I don't remember your name Ranti wrong, right?" asked Gubran again, Ranti nodded faintly even though she had previously had a smile since even Gibran barely remembered her name.

"How's Yashinta?" ask Gibran again which this time makes Ranti quite surprised.

"Yaskina?" the girl made sure foolishly, Gibran nodded and looked at the girl for a bit. "Lately how's Yashinta? I heard she broke up with Kafka." Gibran just wanted to make sure.

While Ranti was silent, perhaps the news of Yashinta and Kafka's break-up was a good thing for Gibran. Enough to hit his feelings.

"Yes, Yashinta and Kafka have broken up" replied Ranti, Gibran turned his head and smiled and did not ask again. It may seem selfish when he was happy with the destruction of his sister's relationship with Yashinta, but as Gibran said. If Kafka cannot make Yashinta happy, then he is ready to make Yashinta happy. Kafka should have taken good care of Yashinta, not wasted the girl and given her a chance.

****

"Ras, please take a drink." Kafka yelled at the girl who was in her apartment kitchen, while she herself was busy playing games.

Before long, Saras came with a canned drink in his hand. He had seen some empty cans around Kafka, looking messy. Saras then looked at the wall clock that had shown at three in the afternoon, he exhaled.

Since morning, Kafka just played the game and focused on his ps stick, completely indifferent to his presence and made Saras not even have the opportunity to talk to him.

He then just sat on the sofa after Kafka received a drink from him, Saras propped his head up, looking already very tired of surviving with Kafka in the man's apartment.

"Ka,"

"Hmm?"

"Loe can stop maen first, can't she?" Saras was upset by himself. "Stage, just a little more." Kafka was engrossed in his own world, it managed to make Saras sigh upset.

"Ka, I'm not Yashinta who patiently ngadepin loe rich gini. I'm not Yashinta who is okay aja nemenin loe maen game all day." said Saras. For a moment Kafka's movements stopped and the man looked like he was sculpting. Imagining again how Yashinta often accompanied him to play games all day patiently even though occasionally disturbing him.

The girl always protested spoiledly but Kafka never cared about her.

"Gue must go abroad." said Saras, Kafka realized. Cause the game and stare at Saras.

"I'm not sure I'm living in LA. I can't refuse, I can't let her live there alone." The girl's story goes that Kafka is silent.

"Why go abroad?"

"Because all the places here are hurt from the bokap for my nyokap. He can't keep living here."

"Keep me? Our relationship? How's it?" ask Kafka. Saras was silent, looking at Kafka then got off the sofa and sat down next to the man.

"Ka, you're feeling bland, aren't you, the same relationship we have?"

"You mean?" Kafka asked back.

"Ka, you should be aware, if all this time, the feeling of loe to me is not a feeling of love. Loe just pity me. Loe just pity me because my family is a mess, because I don't have friends and can't socialize with each other."

"Loe was just concerned about me." at length Saras, trying to convince the man if there really was no relationship they needed to build on the basis of love. Because the fact that it doesn't exist.

During a week of being in a relationship, in fact they are not a couple who love each other. Love is just nonsense between them.

"Loe never loved me and I was rich." maybe Saras was just amazed by the struggle that Kafka did, because no one had ever done anything like that for him.

"So how the same struggle and sacrifice I made can be the same, same loe?"

"You shouldn't be sober and don't need to be full of my crazy ideas, Kafka. I'm wrong because ngajuin terms don't make sense with loe."

Kafka was silent, he did not need to digest what Saras said because he already understood the meaning of the girl. In essence, his struggle and sacrifice all this time was in vain. Kafka wastes his time for nothing.

"Ka, you should also be aware that you are in love with Yashinta." this time Saras patted Kafka on the shoulder.

"Nobody knows more than Yashinta. And no one loves you more than Yashinta, Kafka."

"Why have you been insensitive and blindfolded?"

"Gue know, everything is not entirely your fault, I am the most wrong. I made everything so messy, and I don't want to make your life any more messy, Ka."

"We can't be together. Two people who don't love each other can't be together, Kafka."

****

Yashinta collected all the items in his room related to Kafka for him to throw away. There was nothing more to expect from the man. Given how Kafka immediately approached Saras after Ranti searched for her food in the school toilet, Yashinta was increasingly upset.

The girl opened the drawer, took out a necklace with her K initials pendant which she bought along with Kafka after watching the movie, then Yashinta's gaze turned to a hat she kept neatly in the dresser drawer.

Yashinta picks it up and remembers meeting Gibran in the shopping mall at the time. The two were stuck even to watch a movie together. Unknowingly Yashinta smiled, remembering him now made him realize something, if God could not bring someone together for no reason.

At first glance, Yashinta recalls what Arumi said when they returned to the family meeting at the restaurant two days ago when Yashinta asked Arumi for her opinion on her closeness to Gibran.

"The feeling of love is unexpected, Yashinta. Many are too late to realize the same feelings themselves because they feel the same gamelan content his heart."

"But let us not regret closing our hearts and not caring about someone's feelings."

"Sometimes, well, that opportunity doesn't come twice."

Yashinta nods her head in memory, inserting her K initials necklace on a cardboard box of items related to her ex-boyfriend or even items given by the man.

He then lay on the bed and looked at Gibran's hat which the man had given him. The hat is already his.

Yashinta's feelings for Gibran are still giddy because his heart is only for Kafka. But now, it felt like the space in his heart was wide open for Gibran when Kafka managed to get him out.

But, these two days after their meeting at the restaurant, Yashinta had never met Gibran. Yashinta's phone was also silent from the man. Gibran did not contact her at all, but Yashinta had told her that she and Kafka had broken up.

Yashinta changed his position, tilted to the right side with a head filled with questions, one of them; "Apa Mas Gibran did not like Yas anymore, he doesn't care if Yas isn't dating Kafka?"

Meanwhile, without the girl knowing. Gibran was busy finishing his work and preparing for his flight. He looked up as soon as he heard the door of his room open.

Intan came in, smiling at the boss. Gibran buttoned his top shirt, unscrewed his anti-radiation glasses and got up from his seat.

"Our client is waiting in the meeting room" he said, Gibran nodded. Snatched the suit at the hanger booth and put it on.

"Oh, yeah, sir. I've booked a plane ticket for departure at ten o'clock tomorrow." he said. Gibran was silent with an unreadable face, sighing and nodding.

"Pak–Gibran sure will go?" Intan asked doubtfully.

"How else, I have no other choice." said Gibran who then smiled faintly and then passed out of his room.

TB