Love Mas Cousin
Jema Return

At night, Larisa came out of the room to fill her bottle. As he passed through Bassta's room, he had noticed it for quite a while. Not sounding anything, Larisa thought that Bassta was already sleeping. The man went to do something.

Arriving in the kitchen, Larisa saw that the drink she made for Bassta was still intact as well with her homemade cake. Bassta really did not taste the slightest bit of what she gave. Now, Larisa brought a tray to the table, then she sat down and observed what she had just put down.

Somehow to make Bassta melt or he's the one who hopes too high?

"I really should give up?" larisa said then crying. "At first you reached out for help, Bass. Even though your attitude is rude to me but I can never hate even though it hurts, just you who want to help me, protect me until this moment. Thanks but sorry, I want more, Bass."

Larisa bent her head, she continued to cry as she pleased. With the non-touching of what he presented to Bassta, it obviously left him deeply disappointed. But, Larisa had no power to bury her hope. A hope if the household can be repaired, lived as normal as possible, even though it feels impossible.

Here, Larisa is crying while elsewhere, Bassta is enthusiastically preparing a surprise for her lover Jema. Just leaving the house without having to tell Larisa is common for Bassta. This man does not care about the status of the husband he holds, because for him, status does not apply if there is no intertwining of a sense.

***

The next morning at Bassta's house. Everyone was enjoying their breakfast. Novia enjoys her food, seen chewing while thinking hard. Continued to hear about the complaints he heard from Vivian. Bassta and Larisa don't sleep in the room?

"What are these two kids really hiding?" novia murmured in her heart, continuing to chew her food gently.

Arif who was aware of Novia's different attitude also looked worried. What was his wife thinking or planning?

"I'm done," Vivian said cheerfully. He must leave immediately to meet his lover.

"Be careful, son." Arif reminded and Vivian nodded then just passed by.

Now, Arif is left with Novia. Arif felt he could ask.

"What makes you nervous, Novia?" ask Arif and make Novia look over.

Women wrapped in plain mocca dress was also directly lowered the spoon and fork onto the plate. She looked at her husband, until she finally spoke.

"I got to mind about Bassta and Larisa. Something is strange, Mom. When Vivian and Fiona get there, Vivian finds something." Novia spoke so warily.

Arif cringed in wonder.

"What do you mean, Novia? Don't bother Bassta and Larisa. Let the two learn to live their new household for a lifetime of corn, do not disturb," Arif and Novia scoffed.

"Now I ask...How long have we been married?" said Novia.

Arif chuckled softly at her, "Where can I forget. We've been together for a long time, Novia. You're this...." Arif continued to shake his head while chuckling.

"In our room more of your stuff or mine?" ask Novia again and Arif immediately stopped. "More are mine, right? But when Vivian walked into Bassta's room, there wasn't a single Larisa item there. It could be that these two kids aren't sleeping in the room." Novia explained so lustfully.

Arif was pensive to hear that, was that really?

"Don't they make a fuss over separating the beds?" arif said, that was all he thought, Novia snorted exasperatedly at hearing that.

"Not thatuuu...." Novia's upset.

"What do you mean, Novia?"

"Both don't want to be together. Bassta also does not look happy after marriage, she is like depressed. I'm more and more convinced that our Bassta was framed, Mas. Unfortunately the fate of our child, embarrassed because it continues to hold the same poor girls like that. If Bassta used to be able to obey me, do not deket-deket the family of Fitria, this incident would not happen." Novia's lips to the monstrosity denounced her own relatives.

Arif until dizzy to hear it.

"Nov, don't you turn a blind eye to the same mistakes our son made. Bassta and Larisa like each other, kebablasan nganuu until finally pregnant. Our children are wrong, Larisa is also wrong, we as parents are also wrong because of lack of monitoring. Make this incident a lesson, do not mostly reproach, inget, our youngest daughter." After a long talk, Arif bribed his last breakfast.

"I'll look at them both. If you can also come along, we ask carefully, why can what Vivian saw happen." Arif gave a proposal that was immediately rejected with a headband by Novia. Novia did not want to meet with Larisa again especially now Larisa is two-bodied, she still can not believe, the large belly of the woman was filled with seeds from her child.

"It's hard to talk to you, Mom," said Novia emotionally.

Arif is silent and does not care what Novia says. And he would actually come to ask and see how his second son-in-law was doing.

***

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, repeatedly Larisa knocked on the door of Bassta's room but there was no answer. It's seven o'clock, the guy's not coming out. Larisa is worried that her husband is sick or that something else is going on.

"Bass, it's noon. You're not working?" larisa exclaimed, she knocked again but still Bassta did not answer her.

"Is he not inside?" muttered Larisa and stopped knocking on the door.

Now, Larisa lowers her hand, grabs the doorknob and then turns and pulls it. It was unlocked, and when Larisa looked inside, Bassta was not in her room.

Larisa keeps calling, still no legitimately. It is not wrong that her husband does not exist, either when to leave, and what makes him leave until he forgets to return.

Out of anxiety, Larisa pulls out her phone, sending a call to Bassta. The first ring was not answered, until finally the second ring, Bassta's voice was heard.

"Where are you, Bass?" ask Larisa. His forehead shriveled as he heard the rumbling sounds around Bassta. "Where are you?"

"I left last night, there's business." Bassta's reply sounded fractured, possibly constrained by a signal.

"Where? Whynot? I panicked at home, waiting for you to come out of the room from earlier," Larisa and Bassta lamented for a few seconds.

"I'm almost at the airport."

Larisa immediately rounded her eyes.

"Where are you going?" the question was hoarse, was Bassta angry to the point of wanting to go that far? So how is he? Larisa is suddenly worried to think that Bassta is really far from her life.

"I have to pick Jema up" Bassta said lightly.

Larisa instantly froze, feeling weak as well as lackluster. She was at home worried while her husband was happy to meet his lover. What kind of relationship is this? Feels difficult, strangling and tormenting at the same time.

"Oh," Larisa replied with a slightly discordant voice.

Larisa quickly wiped her tears. The circle was somehow so presumptuous to drip without him noticing.

When feeling sick and disappointed, tears are always easy to show their form.

"Hopefully," said Larisa again, her voice shrinking because suddenly she felt her throat suffocating.

"Yes, thank you." Bassta replied with a very cheerful voice, adding to the pain that Larisa felt.

The call is over, Larisa shut it down. He did not want to hear more of Bassta's happy voice because he would meet other women.

The pain is also indecisive, two flavors that Larisa has never felt before. He suddenly felt unwilling Bassta would meet with Jema. While his relationship with Bassta is not clear where it will be taken.

Then now, after Jema's back. What will Bassta and Larisa have to do? Will it get more complicated or vice versa? Larisa is still confused by her feelings. She and Bassta were only married to cover up the disgrace and protect her, but why did the feeling of unwillingness and jealousy suddenly appear in her mind. Moreover, Jema with himself like heaven and earth, without the need to be asked to choose, Bassta has clearly made his choice to Jema.

The presence of the feeling of love is always unpredictable and unexpectedly anchored to whom;)