Love Mas Cousin
Vivian and Fiona

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The next morning, Larisa wakes up as usual to take a shower, get off, and make breakfast.

Larisa thinks Bassta hasn't come down yet, but the man has been gone since dawn without her knowing.

Seeing Larisa who was about to cook breakfast was quite a lot. Asih approached, determined to reprimand him.

“Mbak,” call Asih.

“Iya, Bi,” reply Larisa.

“Mas Bassta from earlier already gone, do not know where you want to go. Mbak no need to cook a tired breakfast, so Aunt aja,” Asih said.

Larisa's hand that was busy chopping onions Bombay was immediately stopped.

Larisa turned her head, she stared fixed Asih.

“He didn't say anything, Bi?” tanyanya, Asih also shook his head.

Larisa was pensive, thinking about where the man had gone. He was quite happy with last night, when Bassta thought about his childhood memories to be willing to give him his food. It was an impossible thing for Larisa to get from Bassta. He knew the man well, his cousin whom he knew very well, but Larisa forgot not his name Bassta if he could settle on his good figure especially when remembering the incident.

“Mbak Larisa, right, know. Mas Bassta has never eaten the cuisine of Mbak Larisa, why Mbak Larisa still bother to make mas Bassta breakfast also sometimes food for dinner.” Asih interrupted, because if he was in the position of Larisa, it felt he would not be able to face the rude attitude of Bassta.

Larisa smiled hearing that.

“This smile that I can do to make amends,” he said and Asih frowned.

“What mistake, Ma'am?” Asih is very curious.

Larisa smiled, shrugged, she could not possibly divulge her secret with Bassta to just anyone. Larisa was afraid, the more she knew, the more trouble she would face.

***

In the afternoon, Larisa was sitting on the sofa. The television was on but he ignored it. But a moment later, his eyes shifted and so focused when the name of a famous model Jema Sicily will return to the homeland and awaited many fans.

Larisa raised one eyebrow, gulping her saliva roughly as she looked at the portrait of Jema on the screen. High body and slim, clean skin also with a charming graceful face. The echo that had a tapered face with a taper chin really made Larisa stunned to see it.

Is that what Bassta means? Why does he not know if in the homeland there is a model figure of such an angel?

Previously, Larisa was not too interested in the entertainment world of the country especially if you know one by one public figure in this country. All he knows is a cartoon of two boys with a plontos head on one of the Channels.

Larisa is very public with that.

“Payment,” said Larisa and immediately felt insecure.

If the thought of competing with the figure of Jema, it instead made him fall into the abyss before starting anything. Obviously Bassta will prefer the woman than her self-care not too proficient.

Larisa is just a simple woman, as it is, let alone appear contemporary. Ornamental only he is capable of perfunctory.

Larisa continued to watch, hugging the sofa cushion. He who women alone stunned to see Jema, especially those men including Bassta.

Kandas, is that his household goal now?

Unable to look any longer, he quickly turned off the television.

Suddenly his daydream fell out as the doorbell rang. Larisa immediately circulated the view, Asih is invisible, she is out for shopping to the minimarket across.

Larisa also got up, stepped with curiosity. Usually Nenden and Nayla come, but where might this be? Both of them will give news, and if the guest for Bassta is too, surely Bassta will tell him.

“Shortly,” exclaim Larisa then open the door.

Her eyes were round when she saw the face of jutek Vivian in front, this girl was the sister of her husband.

“Larisa!” fiona excitedly.

“Mbak,” reply Larisa then forward to Vivian.

“Aduuuh, weight.” Fiona instantly put down all her groceries, she hugged with Larisa while Vivian also did so with a flat expression.

“Why didn't you say you wanted to come here? Surely I will be ready to welcome you both.” Larisa smiled kindly.

“Eeeh on purpose, let's not bother. Later you ketapean,” reply Fiona cheerfully. He was always so friendly and cheerful to anyone. And Larisa felt that only Fiona received her presence in the midst of their family.

“Come, log in,” take Larisa and Fiona to nod.

Fiona turned her head as Vivian just kept quiet, as she glared repeatedly. The girl was annoyed at being lied to. Fiona says she's going to take her shopping, but Fiona urges her to stop by Bassta's house. Fiona wants to know Larisa's news firsthand.

Now, Vivian and Fiona had already sat down. Larisa passed to make a drink, before long she returned also equipped with a light snack.

“Thank you, Larisa.” Fiona smile.

“Not a problem, Ma'am. Come on please, enjoyed, just this.” Larisa smiled obliquely, a little nervous because there was Vivian who continued to show dislike to her.

Fiona nodded, took a glass of cold syrup, sipped it slowly and then asked.

“Bassta works?”

Larisa nodded.

“You're alone, dong, if he doesn't exist? Why, never play at home? Mbak is also alone at home especially now mas Sultan is very often home at night.” Fiona spoke at length while nudging Vivian's elbow, the boy just kept quiet and upset her.

Fiona wants Larisa and Vivian close, but it turns out not to be as easy as she imagined.

“My pregnancy is getting bigger, getting tired too. Males make it everywhere, Ma'am. Maybe next time yes, I will play to Fiona Ma'am's house,” said Larisa and Fiona smiled to hear it.

Now, Fiona glanced at Vivian.

“Let's drink,” Fiona and Vivian's words shook their heads.

“I'd rather drink a maid's handcrafted than taste whatever this woman brings me.” Pointing Vivian with her narrow eyes towards Larisa.

Fiona glared at hearing that. He whispered right beside the boy's ear, “That's polite to you.he's your brother's wife.”.

Vivian remained unwilling and Larisa rubbed her hair back. Nervous is also uncomfortable with Vivian's outspoken expression.

“Let me ask Bi Asih to make whatever you want, yes, Vivian.” Larisa offered and Vivian stood up.

“This is the home of Bassta. Without the need for you to offer, I can take and make anything myself,” he said arrogantly.

Larisa sighed, patient, patient. He kept calming himself as hard as he could.

“Vivian,” reprimand Fiona with a loud voice. Vivian leaves and Larisa catches Fiona's shoulder.

“Nothing, really, Ma'am. It is not easy to accept a figure like me as a sister-in-law. It wasn't me that Vivian wanted,” said Larisa and Fiona shook her head, clasping her hands.

“You were chosen Bassta. All of his family should also accept and appreciate it. I'm sure Vivian will be able to accept you,” said Fiona calmed down and Larisa smiled with relief. “Already, rather than poking into Vivian's silly attitude. Mending you see the baby clothes I bought earlier.”

“Hah! Baby clothes, Mommy? I haven't bought anything either, it's only been five months. Still old.”

“Nothing,” said Fiona insisted, she took two bags of groceries. Contains baby clothes with motifs and models as well as colors that can be used for baby boys and girls.

Larisa was so happy to see all the clothes, especially the baby shoes. It was adorable and Fiona also couldn't wait to see the baby Larisa and Bassta wear the clothes she bought.

From the kitchen, Vivian who saw the closeness of the two also felt disliked. Vivian opened the phone, took a photo of the moment and sent it to Novia. She believes her mother will scold Fiona if she finds out Fiona is close to Larisa, as Novia has warned everyone to stay away from Larisa. Novia still does not believe that her son impregnated Larisa, she remains adamant with her own thinking that Larisa trapped her son.