Love Mas Cousin
Poster Models

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A bright morning, in a yellow house painted white combination still looks calm there is no activity. The three-person house is located not far from the residence of Jema's parents.

“What Ibra hasn't woke up? He could be bad luck. I know what Miss Monica is mad at. Build him, Mr.” A middle-aged woman named Mimin asked her husband, Yanto.

“She came home late last night, Mom. In a moment, lah,” said Yanto while babysitting the new black coffee he gave a spoon of sugar.

Mimin sighed, stepped away to quickly wake up his only child.

“Eh, Ibra. You are awake.” The woman widened her smile and Ibra who was standing while staring out the window twisted her body. “Ayo get ready. Instead of earlier,” he connected with grumbling.

“Iya, Mum.” Ibra concisely. Get out of the room, let her busy mother make up her crumpled bed.

“Do not until you make trouble.” Yanto in the kitchen made a sound when he saw Ibra appearing with a towel already hanging on his shoulder.

“Quiet, Sir.” Ibra smiled obliquely, approached the dispenser, filled one glass then gulped it down in a hurry.

Yanto stared then shook his head. Ibra passed to clean up immediately.

Yanto seemed worried as Ibra replaced his job as a driver for a month. What makes him even more unsettled is when his employer's daughter has returned. He was afraid Ibra was involved in the problem because Ibra was always curious about the life of her employer's daughter who was a model. More precisely Ibra liked her employer's son, Yanto thought because she had seen Ibra have posters hidden under her bed six months ago.

Yanto had warned, Ibra was also aware of who he was but Ibra reasoned that the posters he got were limited to collecting because he was one of the fans of the model.

Hopefully there are no problems, hope Yanto who was forced to stop working because of his health condition which is already weak age factor.

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In the Bassta residence, he glanced at each other with Larisa. An awkward atmosphere was also tense filling the entire dining table. Both of them seemed to have no taste in eating breakfast prepared Asih. While Novia looks a henchman and voracious while occasionally looking at the child and his daughter-in-law.

“Ekhem!” Bassta cleared her throat, her right fist she placed near her lips.

Larisa thought her husband was choking, she quickly gave him a glass of water and Bassta's eyes widened. The man was preparing a voice, wanting to ask his mother about his return. Bassta felt unsettled by the existence of her own mother who was like spying.

“Ma—“ Sound slow Bassta hanging because Novia also talking.

“Bass, Mama want to ngajakin Vivian also yes nginep here.” With ease he made a sound.

Bassta screeched while Larisa blinked her eyes slowly.

There Novia alone was worried especially if coupled with Vivian.

“She must be busy with her college. No need, it's Ma.” Bassta blatantly expressed her dislike.

Novia grunts sebal.

“It is not so, Ma.” Bassta stammered, glanced at Larisa then looked at Novia back. “Anu..”.

“Anu, yes! Don't you actually also don't like it if Mama is in your house?” The charge was almost asserted with a nod of the head by Bassta. So nervous, Bassta suddenly almost talkative.

“How can I do that, Ma. I'm a scab, kok.” Bassta grinned wide.

Novia's eyes shifted, highlighting sharply towards Larisa.

“Iya obviously you who do not like Aunt is here,” ketus Novia and Larisa immediately tense.

“No, Tan. Eeeeh, Maaaa.” Larisa nervous.

“I'm the same Larisa does not dislike Mama is here. Just feel sorry papa sleep alone, lonely, mending Mama go home just do not need to also ask Vivian nginep all.” Bassta smiled as she explained.

Novia put the spoon and fork on the plate violently to make a loud noise. He wasn't stupid to the point of not realizing his son had blatantly kicked him out.

“No! Anyway Mama wants Vivian to come. No problem, being alone for a few days. Mama will also come home,” said Novia insisted and Bassta massaged her forehead.

Novia reluctantly goes on breakfast, she gets up and leaves. Before that he asked Asih to make orange juice and asked to be delivered to the room.

The lagging Bassta and Larisa are both dumbfounded now.

“Where, here? Mama doesn't want to go home.” Bassta whispered and Larisa shrugged her shoulders.

“Where do I know. What's clear is that if there's Vivian, I'm getting less calm if you don't exist anymore.”

Bassta was silent for a moment and Larisa enjoyed her breakfast again.

“I'll talk to Papa. Hopefully Papa can persuade mama to go home.”

“Yakin?” timpal Larisa fast. “Your Mama's presence here was to see something strange that Vivian had said about us, Bass.”

Bassta shook her head hard. Holding Larisa and Larisa's shoulders in shock, she looked at her husband with her eyes bulging.

“Just as long as Mama is here. We don't fuss first,” pinta Bassta and Larisa raise the corner of her lips. He also brushed Bassta's hand from his shoulder.

“Depends,” says Larisa while smiling.

“Depends on what?” Bassta looked seriously.

“And you are always fishing for a commotion. Where have I ever been,” said Larisa and Bassta snorting as loud as possible.