Yashinta (My brother-in-law My love)

Shirt Fittings

Reach all students in class 12 IPA 1 excited to see Yashinta enter carrying several biology package books followed by Kafka behind him who brought a stack of books boilogi package to cover his face.

The children immediately whispered because as they knew, the two people had broken up days ago. It was quite surprising to see Kafka helping Yashinta carry the books all the way to class.

"Thank you Kafka" said Ms. Dania when she learned that the one who helped Yashinta bring her the book was Kafka. Kafka just nodded his head politely and then walked out of the classroom along with Yashinta who was sitting at his desk.

Ranti certainly looked at the girl with a stern look. Then immediately grabbed Yashinta with a question when the girl was already sitting next to him.

"Kok loe can be the same Kafka?"

"He's following you?" Ranti realizes that the relationship between Gibran and Yashinta is very scary, but it would be very scary if Yashinta with Kafka flashback. Randy would not let it.

"Kafka happens to be in Perpus again." Yashinta.

"Why do you have red eyes?"

"Loe cry?" Ranti investigates and doesn't let Yashinta dodge. While the one being asked sounded just exhaling and being silent.

Making Ranti just look at him.

****

Yashinta tried to ignore Kafka at that time, he tried to take a seat in order to reach for the book he needed, he wanted to leave immediately, not wanting to linger with Kafka there.

But when he returned, Kafka had dropped the biology package book, which in turn made Yashinta just stay in his position.

"How many students are in your classes today?" kafka asked without looking at the girl."

"Ti–thirty-four." Yashinta said a little nervously. Kafka seemed to pick up four more books then stacked them with the books he had picked up before.

While Yashinta was only paying attention, the girl's feelings were mixed to see Kafka before her with the condition that there were only the two of them there.

Sad, disappointed, angry, pounding, that's all Yashinta feels, except hate. He cannot hate Kafka.

"Why should Kafka help Yas?" ask him when Kafka was about to bring a pile of books.

Kafka looked at the girl with an unreadable look, then exhaled. "If you don't want to help yaudah."

"Who, anyway, is the person who told you to take this many books alone?"

"We don't need to be so cool about Yas!" the girl almost screamed.

"Loe kegeeran really, really. Who cares about you? Precisely I care about the same queens loe who certainly wait loe long because these books."

"Gue just helps, doesn't mean I care about you."

"Who are you!" Kafka.

The girl's eyes looked teary, her hands clenched and her chest rumbling. There was a feeling in his heart that was so great.

"Why is Kafka insensitive, anyway?"

Kafka exhaled a rough breath with what had just slid from the girl's lips. "Moreover, Yashinta!" Kafka seemed frustrated himself.

"Why didn't Kafka ever want to apologize to Yas after what Kafka did to Yas?"

"If you're with me sorry you'll feel much better, I'll do it." said Kafka who managed to make the gadus shed his tears, he said, he begged Kafka to apologize to him, but that should have been Kafka's duty.

But in a hurry he caresses with the back of his hand.

"Why Kafka is so bad, anyway. Why is Kafka so sick of Yas." the girl yelled inadmissively.

"That's why you don't need to whip at me."

"What's wrong with Kafka?"

"Wrongly because it's present in my life!"

Afterwards it was a silence, Yashinta no longer knew what to say to the stubborn man who was only concerned about himself like Kafka. The only thing he could do was drop his tears so that the tightness in his chest was slightly reduced.

Kafka piled up about ten books, then handed them to Yashinta and spontaneously Yashinta received them before she even wiped her tears.

"A real cry." Kafka murmured, but both of the man's thumbs landed on Yashinta's cheeks, erasing the trace of the girl's tears and making Yashinta sculpt in its place.

The man's hand felt hot as it landed on his cheek.

Yashinta who was already sitting at her desk turned to the side where Kafka was walking outside her classroom, Yashinta was able to see the man's head through the classroom window, until the man disappeared from her sight.

Ranti who was staring in the same direction as the girl just sighed, Yashinta also did not tell a story. He was sure that something had happened in the Library between the two people.

****

Yashinta was in the same car with Sean when he picked her up to meet Arumi's request, who invited both of them to join the wedding dress fitting.

"You're home from the company, Dad?" yashinta asked as the car stopped at a red light.

"Udah, Mama asked to be picked up at the company." said the man who then drove the car as soon as the traffic light was green. Yashinta only fell silent afterwards, Sean turned to the girl and smiled.

Aware if noticed, Yashinta then turned with a questionable look. "What's up, Sean?"

"No papa,"

"Mm, I just didn't think it would be the same booze" explained the man. Sean was honest when he said it, it felt strange when the girl he once liked would be his brother any minute.

Right, Sean used to like that girl, or maybe even. His reason? Sean does not know for sure, he only often pay attention to Yashinta, both when alone and while being with Kafka.

For him Yashinta is a very good innocent girl, he is not bored in the view, Yashinta happy virus, like that Sean saw the figure of the girl who now has changed in fact. No longer his old friend, his friend's girlfriend or even his friend's ex-girlfriend. But more than that.

"How are you, dear." Arumi welcomes the arrival of the girl by hugging her, ignoring her own son who is standing behind Yashinta.

"Okay, Mama, how are you?" Yashinta replied and asked back as soon as the hug unraveled.

"Good, honey,"

"Yashinta's not yet Mama's son, loh." Sean reminded with his hands folded on his chest. Arumi just smiled, then his hand landed on the top of his son's head.

"Beauty, Mama. Jealousy, anyway." it was the trick that made Sean cluck, he only sighed when the mother passed while holding Yashinta to the car and left him.

Worse yet, the two women seemed to be sitting in the passenger stall and managed to make Sean cluck in amazement. "So the driver, this is me."

During the trip to the boutique where Arumi ordered the wedding dress, the two women in the backseat were busy chatting, starting from Arumi who questioned Yashinta's story about the world of school or her daily life as usual. Topics that never end are discussed.

They talked a lot and Sean was just a listener there without even hoarding, he was exactly like a private driver who did not participate in the chatter of his employer.

"All right, Madam, young lady. We've arrived." Sean only made a sound as soon as he arrived at his destination. He even totality to allow his role as a driver by opening the car door for Arumi and Yashinta.

Arumi seemed to be smiling, then walked into the boutique by holding Yashinta and Sean. For those who see them at a glance. Exactly, people will indeed think if they are a harmonious family.

Mama with her son and daughter. Exactly it.

It turns out that the reason Arumi took Yashinta and Sean along with her was not only to accompany Arumi fitting the wedding dress, but the woman also prepared Sean's stelan and a dress for Yashinta.

"Do you like it, honey?" she asked Yashinta, looking at the girl's graceful appearance in her black dress.

"Like, Mah. Beautiful," Yashinta said with satisfaction, Arumi was no less satisfied, she smiled and rubbed the top of the girl's head.

"Well, why don't you come here, Ma?"

"Papa has come here first because now there is a meeting," Arumi said remembering what her future husband had received this afternoon.

He then picked up the phone when an incoming message made the sophisticated object vibrate. "Papa y'all make sure we have dinner." he said after reading the message, making Sean who was still in the mirror with his new stelan nod.

Yashinta also nodded, then rushed towards the fitting room to change her clothes, but a red dress dazzled her gaze, stole her attention and ended up falling into her hands.

Yashinta bought the dress and wore it, he even had time to tidy his hair and tidy up his appearance. Then he took a cell phone and intended to contact his girlfriend.

Where is Gibran?

Coming home from the office?

There was no reply, the girl just sighed. Then she took a picture of him in the red dress and sent it to Gibran.

Beautiful, no?

TB