Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Waste Goods

"Yas came to Bali with Mas Gibran."

Yashint began to tell how his struggle to pursue Gibran until he arrived at the airport. Yashinta begins to tell how he enjoyed his lightning holiday with Gibran in Bali and how the love between them grew as the intensity of the two's encounters became frequent.

Randy is just a good listener. Not only was he swept away by the story that Yashinta told, but he also did not know what to react to it while honestly his heart was sore about hearing it.

Ranti has strengthened herself a lot and prepared the heart for the worst case scenario that is currently happening. But apparently, his heart was not quite ready to hear this reality. Given the fact that Yashinta and Gibran were most likely to be in a relationship and that was what Yashinta was doing, the girl's tears fell down her cheeks.

"Replace,"

"Ranti crying?" Yashinta looked surprised to see the water flowing through Ranti's smooth cheeks. Ranti gawked, looking astonished then wiped the tears with the back of her hand. She was crying unconsciously.

"Why wait?" yashinta asked with her hands wiping away the girl's tears that kept flowing.

"Gue ain't papa."

"Why so cry?"

"Pedes Yashinta." he lamented, handing over a packet of spicy snacks that he was eating. Yashinta hurriedly accepted and kept it.

"Worky because of eating a spicy snack?" yashinta asked almost laughingly at the girl's silliness, feeling relieved to hear if only a snack was the reason Ranti was crying.

Ranti nodded her head, she was growing weeping after having a reason to transfer her feelings. Yashinta hugs the girl after giving Ranti a drink. He stroked Ranti's back gently.

"Yashinta, pedes."

"But teddy, huh? Usually, Ranti likes snack pedes."

"But this is so painful." Ranti was crying, Yashinta who did not know what to do just continued rubbing Ranti's back with a quick movement.

"Jude, jude. Don't eat a spicy snack again, don't eat the snack again, well." he said, Ranti just nodded her head. With a hand that squeezes the chest, holds the pain in his heart and then realized if he should know himself and do not need to be jealous let alone to cry bitterly.

Ranti cursed at what she was doing right now. It makes itself look sad.

When the time shows at half-elevenpm and Yashinta is asleep in her sleep, Ranti is still awake. He moved from his lying position and leaned his back on the head of the bed. Staring fixedly at the beautiful face of Yashinta in sleep.

"Life's lucky, huh, Yas?"

When the girl's phone clinks right next to the pillow, Ranti grabs Yashinta's phone hesitantly. Reading an incoming message from Brother-in-law's ID.

Sister-in-law

Mashas

Already sleeping?

?

Happy resting🌷

Ranti carved a wry smile reading the messages, she put back Yashinta's phone then lay down and began to close her eyes with a self-cursing heart. Supposedly after he found out Gibran was Kafka–'s older brother - the man he hated so much - he stopped falling for the man.

But apparently, he can not control his own feelings and instead continues to be stuck with his feelings of love for Gibran.

****

The days go by as they should. Yashinta went through it with many changes in her life. He began mingling with his schoolmates and followed some of the excursions recommended by Deril.

Yashinta is very grateful. After realizing that mingling is important, he blames himself because he had previously been an anti-soaial child, was very self-limiting and reluctant to make friends around.

Plus he has a toxic girlfriend like Kafka who also gives wild limits. Prohibiting himself from getting along and attending school activities. Make Yashinta isolated by himself.

But now, the girl was filled with more smiles than usual. Making Kafka who was secretly unable to not pay attention to the girl realize the huge change that had happened to Yashinta since breaking up from her.

It was not that he was deliberately watching the girl, but Yashinta was always around her and Kafka could not dodge.

Sean only watched Kafka as the young man fixedly looked at Yashinta who was chatting with Deril. Every now and then he enjoys eating it and realizes that Kafka's food is still intact.

Aris who was sitting next to Sean just shrugged, like that portrait of Kafka after breaking up from Yashinta.

"Hmm, in a moment, 'we will elect the head of OSIS, if you want you can join." said Deril then devoured his food. Yashinta in front of him frowned.

"And Yas will follow, Yas, 'nyoblos."

Deril smiled hearing the girl's innocent answer. "I mean be a committee,"

"Emang can carelessly people come along? Yas, it's not the manager of OSIS."

"No papa, if you want to be able to, really." Deril made the offer to Yashinta to get the girl to feel how to become an election committee. But apparently, Yashinta felt a little uneasy to agree with Deril's good intentions.

Honestly, he was tempted by the offer of the Chairman of OSIS. But as everyone knows, he is not the manager of OSIS. Yashinta was afraid that the managers of OSIS would not like him because he became a committee suddenly.

"Where?" ask Deril.

Yashinta slowly shook her head with a faint smile on her lips. "Thank you, Deh, Deril. No papa, Yas ngeliatin aja later." he said with full confidence.

"Really?" Deril made sure, Yashinta nodded her head and finally made Deril also nod understandingly, not wanting to force.

***

Sister-in-law

I'm in front of your school.

Want to go home with me?

Yashinta rounded her eyes as soon as she read a message from Gibran as the children disbanded from school just after the bell came home.

Yashinta wasn't unhappy that Gibran came to pick her up. Instead he was very happy to remember that after returning from Bali, they had never met because Gibran was busy with his work.

But the thing is, Yashinta doesn't want to expose his relationship with Gibran at the moment where he just broke up from Kafka. Yashinta does not want to keep Kafka feeling, he does not care–more precisely he tries not to care.

Except this is for his own good. What will the children say later if they find out that they are dating and have just broken up from Kafka?

"Yashinta, hey." Ranti who had tidied up her writing utensils and was ready to get out of the classroom to go home started waving before Yashinta's face because the girl was just daydreaming with a cell phone in her hand.

"Loe's not coming back?"

"He'h, Ranti?" Yashinta.

"Oh, here. Ranti first, Ranti, 'will have to rush to the resto."

"Loe didn't papa stay alone?" Ranti circulates to the entire class that is already quiet.

"No papa."

"Yaudah, if so I go first" said Ranti who then passed without forcing the girl to come out with him.

Ranti chose to speed up so that he did not miss his first bus. Until he was in front of the gate and saw a car with a slightly open steering window, the girl slowly stopped.

He smiled wryly, looking again at the state of the school where Yashinta was still there while the girlfriend was waiting for him in front of the gate. Ranti is able to recognize if the man is Gibran.

Ranti did not want to take a headache, she continued her steps out of the gate and then walked towards the bus stop.

In the classroom, Yashinta is still staring at the message that her boyfriend sent her. He sighed for a moment before then getting up to immediately exit the classroom, meet Gibran and go home. He hopes that all Firgo High School students have disbanded from the school.

The girl came out of the class along with Kafka who turned out to be at the door of her class while tidying up the bag she was wearing at a leisurely pace. Looks like they should just happen to cross paths.

Kafka didn't really do it on purpose, he didn't even know if Yashinta was still in his class.

The two men were just awkwardly silent, while Kafka recalled the night he came to Gibran's apartment after the man returned from Bali.

Gibran seemed surprised by his presence. But it also seemed to cover it up and let Kafka in. Kafka slammed his body onto the sofa while Gibran took two canned drinks from the fridge then handed them one to Kafka.

"Thanks" said Kafka, Gibran who was drinking his canned drink nodded faintly. Watching his sister who suddenly came to his apartment.

Gibran did have time to contact Mother and tell her beloved woman if she had returned from Bali, maybe Kafka knew from Mother if she had returned.

Gibran began to turn his attention in another direction after long enough to see Kafka's chaotic look. But when his sister let out a long breath, he turned his head.

"What's wrong?" ask Gibran.

"Why you?"

Kafka, who had been leaning on the back of the sofa, took his seat, then shook his head. "No papa." Kafka took a brief look at his situation.

"Where is your holiday in Bali?" tanyanya.

Gibran seemed to mutter for a while before later replying. "Hmm, like that."

"The floor is nice and the view is beautiful." Gibran called as necessary.

"Definitely cool." because Yashinta's coming along. Kafka.

This time Gibran was smiling. "You want to go to Bali?" ask Gibran later, "if you want to take a vacation sometime." "After the first semester exam?" he quickly got a rejection from Kafka.

The young man shook his head and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Gue doesn't like the beach." he said. Gibran was silent, he only remembered it if the sister did not like the beach since childhood.

Seeing Gibran speechless, Kafka just watched. To be honest he wondered whether Gibran would discuss the Yashinta or not.

"So–loe attended Mas Bayu's own wedding reception? Don't bring a partner?" finally Kafka chose to ask the question while downing his canned drink until it ran out.

Gibran seemed silent, very noticeable if there was a change in the look on his face after Kafka raised the question.

"There," the man replied. It seems to make Kafka a little disappointed but still smile even though it looks forced.

"Mas came with someone." he continued. Kafka nodded his head. He got up from his seat after knowing Gibran's answer.

"Gue turned back." she said as she put an empty drink can on the table. He then stepped away.

"Kafka's."

Until Gibran calls to stop his steps. Gibran, who was still in a sitting position, knitted his fingers together and sighed for a moment before staring fixedly at Kafka.

"Mas came with Yashinta." to be honest. Honestly making Kafka feeling a little disappointed to hear it because Gibran had to be that honest and mention the name Yashinta.

"The same morning Yashinta was dating" he continued, which made Kafka more disappointed, so deep. The man turned his body and stared at Gibran's flat look.

"Take it, I threw it away."

TB