Love Mas Cousin
Larisa Bassta

“So girls don't wander off later get pregnant first. Not just you who carry the shame burden but parents!”

Shouted Seruni, the mother of Nayla. He deliberately spoke loudly to quip his neighbor, Fitria, who was rearranging the location of flower pots in his yard.

Fitria is silent, can only stroke the chest.

Nayla who could not bear to see the sad face of her best friend's mother also immediately threw a warning, “Bu, enough! It's not good I said that. That's their business, we have no right to judge.”

Nayla spoke in a weak voice.

Seruni glared and spoke loudly again, “Belain continues! You're the same Larisa sahabatan and from now on I don't want it to continue! Later you will catch a rogue kayak the Larisa.”

Seruni glared, pinching Nayla's arm that had opened her mouth to sharpen. Nayla now lowered her head, she was scared and could only glance at Fitria as her eyes were.

“Larisa, Larisa, did not expect yes it was a child... It looks plain but it turns out liaaaaaarrrr!” jerit Seruni was so satisfied with cursing.

Nayla again could only remain silent, while Fitria across the street could not stand it and decided to enter the house. Fitria sat pensively on the sofa, her tears streaming down her lap. Not only this time he got reproach, had weeks of abuse and insults into a warm meal in the morning and every time. Either when it ends or it never ends. What Larisa's son did, really put her family to shame.

Slowly, Fitria turned her head to the left, she looked at the photo of her second child on the table. So plain and innocent looking. Fitria still did not expect that the child she had always been proud of could do such a lowly thing.

With Fitria's hands outstretched, she hugged a picture of her son she had not seen since he was carried by her son-in-law, Bassta. Somehow Larisa, let alone to meet him, to just hear his voice, Fitria needs permission from her husband Sadi. And whether she would get the permission when, her husband was still angry, disappointed and did not want to hear anything about Larisa.

***

Larisa, she is busy preparing breakfast for her husband. Although her cooking is often rejected, Larisa will stop at nothing to perform her obligations as a wife— may not be for biological needs.

“The art of Ma'am Larisa, early in the morning ready breakfast for Mas Bassta.” The housekeeper, Asih, spoke in a friendly manner.

Larisa looked, she smiled.

“This is already the duty of a wife, right, Bi?” larisa said so polite and Asih mangosteen.

Larisa glanced towards the stairs, Bassta never went down even though it was six o'clock. Usually, the man had been down since dawn to ask for a warm sweet tea made by Bi Asih but this time, he seemed to have gotten up too late.

“Larisa want to wake up Bassta first, yes, Bi,” said Larisa permission pamit.

“Iya, Ma'am. Please, let the rest of Auntie settle in.” Smiling wide.

“Still, Bi.” Larisa rubbed Asih's shoulder and then left the kitchen.

Asih secretly watched Larisa's departure. He screeched because after the presence of Bassta's wife, something was uproar but it was difficult for him to ask a question.

Asih was afraid of being fired if he was presumptuous to ask the thing that stuck it to Bassta or to Larisa. It's just that Bassta advised that after Larisa came, whatever she saw, do not ask a lot or dare to brag to the neighbors if they do not want to bear the risk.

Asih can only obey because working at home is much more important than the soul of the woman..

***

In the room, Larisa walks in slowly and sees Bassta still glistening inside the blanket. The sharp eyes of the man were closed, his face showing how well he slept due to overtime fatigue.

“Did Sultan make trouble again until he sapped like this?” muttered Larisa, she felt no heart to wake Bassta up.

Without a second thought, Larisa left the room, maybe letting Bassta sleep thirty more minutes no problem, that's what Larisa thinks.

Larisa returned to the kitchen, waiting for thirty minutes. Twenty minutes later Bassta came down, her jaw hardened, her eyes glaring sharply at his wife who continued to innocently develop a sweet smile.

“Tololl!” bassta shouted, as soon as Larisa's lips clenched in panic.

“Why, Bass?” Larisa.

“Bego! You're blind, aren't you? Can't see the clock? Why don't you wake me up, Larisa. Naughty!”

Bassta snapped while filling the glass with water.

Larisa's lips that were originally adorned with a smile now seemed to tremble, holding back tears.

“Bass, you can, right by the way?” Larisa's voice was heavy, tears welled up, she held it all her might by closing her eyes but it turned out that it actually made her tears fall down her cheeks. “Sorry, Bass...I just don't have to—” The sentence hangs, Bassta interrupts.

“Alesan! Willfully you let me have the Sultan's scolding! He arbitrarily after papah made him a director at the company, and I. I got down to be the secretary of the Sultan, the secretary who kept this and that's like babu!”

Bassta continued to shout, her chest fireworks showing how furious her anger was. Laila could only wrinkle her shoulders, afraid and not have the opportunity to explain that her intentions were good, there was no particular intention to harm her husband.

“Your life can only be a cause of trouble huh, Larisa? The benalu? That's the meaning of your life, huh!” he snapped Bassta again, then sat down and looked at the food on the table.

“Waste money! Why cook this much, free! I'm not looking for cheap cuisine like you,” he said in a low voice but still his words were filled with meaning.

Larisa kept crying, squeezing her fingers hard, preparing to explain.

“I..” Just a word Larisa said, she had already stopped because Bassta glanced so sharply at her.

“Review you like this again! I was told to wake up not to becus!” Flip Bassta again and Larisa rubs her wet cheek.

“Sorry, Bass.” Larisa. “I won't be like this anymore but can you talk all right? Reprimand me gently if I am wrong,” her request meekly.

Bassta chuckled, mocking.

“Udah lucky you this I accommodated. So, don't need a lot of nawar. You just need to obey, anyway all your needs I meet, right? Stop acting like a good wife or a Solehah, it doesn't matter!”

Larisa clenched her lips tightly, refusing to chim in which would even make Bassta even more so - so to reproach her.

“Iya I was wrong,” muttered Larisa in heart, sorry and also heartache over all the make-up of her husband.

Not this time, not only that, since the beginning of the two live together, Larisa has often been insulted and continues to be scolded even though only because of trivial and unintentional problems.

Asih in the back can only massage the chest, feel pity but can not do anything.

Larisa is now silent, waiting for Bassta's orders as she wishes, she is afraid to act and is wrong again. But Bassta immediately left after gulping down her drinking water violently, she was in a hurry and Larisa tailed behind her to drive her all the way to the front door.

“Not necessary! Just go! Fed up I saw your face,” Bassta said with an occasional look but Larisa stubbornly followed him.

Bassta who had no more time to reproach and cursing finally let Larisa.

“Remember, Bass. Fear of being left behind,” said Larisa reminded but Bassta ignored her.

The man immediately entered the car, Larisa silently stared at the departure of her husband with red eyes.

Before long, Larisa returned to the house. He sat in the living room.

All the words that hurt her were indeed excruciating but Larisa also felt that she deserved it. He's got a man who's really innocent.