Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Wounds in Life

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Yashinta walks into her room with a mouthful of stuff that she can't stand. The girl's heart was fragile, even as she tried to strengthen herself, she was unable to.

After trying to assume that Saras was a worthy friend and pitying the girl's fate, Yashinta was betrayed, stabbed in the back with a dagger.

Yashinta felt heartache, the pain radiating throughout his body as he recalled how close Saras was to Kafka and how they played crazy behind him. The tightness became even more when Yashinta recalled how Kafka had prioritized Saras over her in various ways.

Yashinta has always been the number after Saras.

"Why is Kafka the same as Saras?"

"Why are you guys bad together, Yas?"

The girl spoke softly while squeezing her chest. At least for today he had to vent his anger.

Meanwhile, Saras, who came home empty-handed, unapologetically from Yashinta, stepped into the mama's house which looked so lonely. As if there was no life in it.

The girl stepped lazily up the stairs, entered her room and sighed before then slumped over on the bed. He just closed his eyes and hid his stuff. Beat up the pillow and end up crying so hard.

Saras had no idea what sin he had committed or what kind of curse God had placed on him so that his life was so painful and painful.

Saras saw many people out there living happily without the slightest burden, very much different from him who carried a heavy burden. A broken home and have a temprament father who likes to play violence, play gambling and play women until thrown into prison and make him labeled as a child inmate.

Now, she must start living with her mother and heal the mental wounds her mother suffered. Saras even has to engage in a head-breaking affair of romance. He betrayed Yashinta, the one who had obviously helped him.

He made Kafka hurt after a long struggle to get his love. Not that Saras was not hurt by it, but judging from everywhere, he was the most blamed for the incident.

"Sheesh,"

Saras nailed for a moment when he heard the voice of his mother. He got up and wiped the tears on his face. Tidying up messy hair and clothes. Then try to make a smile.

"Mama open the door, well." the voice of the mother again sounded on the door of Saras' room that opened because it was not locked. The mother with her smile walked slowly towards Saras who was sitting on her bed.

Mama Saras sat down, grabbed Saras' head and rubbed behind him, looking at her only daughter with a loving look.

"Why you, honey?" she asked after Saras brushed off their gazes and dropped her head on her thigh. Silence occurred there when Mama Saras chose silence and Saras did not give an answer.

"Well, why isn't life fair to Saras?" the girl asked by trying to hold back her stuffing. The mother did not immediately make a sound, but first rubbed her daughter's hair and also the girl's arm.

"Life isn't always fair to everyone, dear."

"Why Saras feels that Saras' life is a mess, Saras's family is a mess, Papa Saras is a mess. Just this Saras, Ma." the girl protested to no one as if she didn't teeima with her life.

"That's because you don't see the world so widely." comfort the mother with a hand that constantly brushes her daughter's hair.

Basically, if we look at this world more broadly, then we will find many lives with various problems.

Some are able to go through it and smile, while some are trying to smile to get through it.

Everyone has problems, every human being has a burden.

"Sorry because Mama has given birth to you" said Mama Saras with a stuffed stuffing but tears managed to escape wetting her cheeks.

"I'm sorry that Mama gave you a life like this. Sorry because Mama can't be happy with you." she continued, which made Saras' tears fall, the girl tried to reach her hand and hold it with her head shaking strongly, and she was trying to reach her, she did not want her mother to feel guilty for what she had just said about her feelings.

"Ma, even though Saras was never born from the womb of Mama" he said who then rose from his lying position and hugged the mother tightly.

Saras recalled how he lived and what kind of life he lived. In the end, he could not blame anyone, the father or even himself.

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Saras forgets what brought him to visit his father, then he remembers if he was going to say goodbye.

Meanwhile, Johan himself was silent. Much he wanted to convey to his only daughter but all the sentences he had were held in the esophagus.

She felt ashamed even to meet Saras, she felt unworthy to be visited by her daughter.

"Nothing you want to say to Papa?" in the end Johan felt affection to waste their short time by just falling silent to each other. Saras, who had been bowed, lifted his gaze, before speaking, and he looked at the father with glazed eyes.

"If there's none, let Papa come back." Johan got up from his seat, spontaneously making Saras also rise.

"Well." The call stopped Johan's movement. Making the man in the prisoner's shirt stare silently at his daughter. It seemed, the call was thrilling to his heart. Instantly made his feelings warm up, and his eyes warmed up.

Especially when he saw his daughter's eyes. It felt like Johan's feelings were falling apart. Unsettled and made him feel helpless in front of Saras.

"Sorry Saras, Pah" said Saras who managed to make Johan's tears escape after trying hard he held.

"I'm sorry that Saras hurt Papa's feelings the last time we met" he continued with a sobbing.

"Saras doesn't want to see Papa again."

"Saras doesn't want to squirm Papa anymore."

"Why did Saras have a Papa like this?"

"Why should Saras be Papa's son?"

The hurtful words he had said to Johan a few days ago must have hurt the man's feelings greatly. Saras felt guilty for hurting his father.

However, he cannot deny the fact that Johan is still his father and this fate has become God's will for his life. Not just because of the mistakes his father made.

"The same way Mama will move abroad."

There will be no more Papa after we leave. At least that is what Saras said.

Johan did not react, but after a while, the man carved a faint smile with teary eyes then nodded his head with a look of eyes that said as if telling Saras and his mother to be happy.

"The same way Mama will likely not return" he continued, Johan again nodded his head. Because that's all he can do.

Saras seemed to try hard to hold his stuffing so as not to hinder the sentence he was going to say next. "Papa take good care of yourself" he said again. Johan nodded.

After that, only silence, until one word that had been sitting at the bottom of the girl's heart was able to escape through her lips. "Papa's darling Paras. Saras loved Papa." he said, who then brought his footsteps to the papa, hurriedly clenched the body strapping his first love before the iron clock he had run out.

In the end, Johan could no longer hold back his tears. He cried bitterly while he could not return the embrace of his beloved daughter.

Saras clutched the body of the father, his sadness became increasingly see the handcuffs that make Johan unable to embrace him, making him unable to feel the embrace of the father.

"Sorry Papa Saras, sorry Papa."

"Papa loves you very much." was the last sentence that Johan was able to say to Saras once the clock ran out and the officers brought him back. Making his embrace and the princess let loose was a little full of coercion, creating a pitifully poignant scene.

Saras was only able to see the departure of the papa with a sad look. After that, it slowly passed.

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Saras walked in an uncertain direction, his face looked pale and his steps seemed shaky, until he almost fell if no one supported his body.

In his helplessness, Saras painstakingly opened his eyes when the person propping him up then lifted him up and took him away.

At first glance, Saras saw the face of the man who helped him, Gibran. He is Gibran.

"Mas Gibran?"

TB