Love Mas Cousin
Vivian's Suspicion
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Novia was immediately inflamed when she saw the incoming message from Vivian. Various swears were thrown wildly, making the faithful servants waiting for him who was eating was shrinking in fear, afraid of getting sap.
“Hosting doesn't know it's lucky! Can't say!” gerutu Novia then sends a call to his son Sultan.
Novia wants to rebuke the Sultan who she feels is not good at controlling Fiona.
Is Fiona really a wife or a tool until it needs to be controlled? Whereas precisely, a husband directs with full leadership soul.
It does not occur in the brain of Novia whose content is prestige as well. Also afraid of humiliation.
“Halo!” sentak Novia, made the Sultan shocked on the other side.
“Why, Mom?”
“That's the Fiona,” said Novia so lustful.
The sultan was silent, astonished to hear his mother's chattering.
“Why the same Fiona, Ma?” ask the Sultan in a serious voice.
Novia snorted then returned to speaking.
“So he came here, bring your sister to do some shopping but now they're at Bassta's house. She took Vivian there, why is it so hard for your wife to hear a warning from Mama. Udah can not give grandchildren, his work was rebellious only.”
The Sultan was stunned, only able to silence while massaging his forehead suddenly dizzy.
Very often her mother complained about Fiona's behavior. Fiona is too good to be the daughter-in-law of Novia, the quarrel between the two is always there, because there is no one frequency.
“Marriage choose a wife is not real, now Bassta. Like women there is nothing really on the face of this earth.”
Grumbled again and the Sultan answered accordingly. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
“You also why kayak that males Mama phone?” tegur Novia and Sultan were shocked.
“It is not so, Ma. Me, right, again with Mama.”
“Reason!” nova snapped then thoughtlessly disconnecting the call. He was already upset with the Sultan as well now.
In the office, Sultan who was shocked because the call was cut tried to call back but Novia did not answer. The Sultan can only leave now.
***
Back to Bassta and Larisa's residence. Vivian and Fiona are still there, Fiona and Larisa have had time to cook together, eat while joking but not with Vivian.
She said Vivian is on a diet, this 19-year-old girl really wants to be a model. Jema is his role model, and he regrets the breakdown of Jema's relationship with Bassta just because of women like Larisa.
Novia and the other Basstas thought that Bassta and Jema were no longer in a relationship.
Now, Vivian is in the living room, enjoying a slice of watermelon. While Larisa and Fiona were outside, both of them were looking at all the plants that Larisa had come to from the beginning, she had already asked Bassta's permission to nurture some kind of flower.
Larisa looked uncomfortable, she occasionally looked towards the door, scared inside Vivian's house of sorts. But before long, Vivian came out and approached her with Fiona.
“Great craftsmanship you, yes, Ris. If Mbak, anyway, has not been able to take care of the plant because Mbak people are not painstaking.” Fiona smiled and Larisa replied.
“Buy an easy-to-maintain plant first, Ma'am. This became my relaxation material early in the morning before starting the activity. Seger also looks if there are plants around the house.” Larisa smiled and Fiona muttered.
The two conversed cheerfully while Vivian was much silent with a stiff expression.
Before long, Larisa pulled out her phone, typing a short message to her husband:
Larisa: Bass, at home there is your sister as well as Fiona.
Message sent.
Larisa tells Bassta because she is not comfortable with the cold and gluttonous attitude that Vivian has shown since. Vivian continued to look at him, right into her stomach, Vivian looked to be laughing. Think hard about the baby in Larisa's stomach.
“Serious mas Bassta impregnating Larisa? Larisa and Jema are very far in comparison. Like the sky and the crust of the earth, yes aampuuun mas Bassta. She's drunk or possessed, anyway, this same sleeping time chick?” muttered Vivian in heart.
“Oh yes, Larisa. Your pregnancy is healthy, right?” fiona asked while looking at Larisa's stomach at a glance.
“Alhamdulillah, Ma'am.”
Larisa touched her stomach.
“Later if the child is born, about like you or similar Masku? I hope, anyway, it looks completely like our family. Fear if similar others damage the good name genetical genealogy of our family that has been glorified topnotch.” Vivian spoke and curled up the end of her hair, looking at Larisa's suddenly tense face.
“Viviaaaaan,” reprimands Fiona is so anxious and Vivian turns her head. “You from earlier why, anyway?” Fiona glared now.
“Mbak Fiona why. Why do Larisa's belain and why did I come here? I was suddenly not in the mood to know after meeting him, innate emotions only.”
Vivian was stubborn, while Larisa kept trying to be patient.
There is no point in serving Vivian's evil mouth eleven twelve like Novia's.
Silence, the atmosphere became awkward. Vivian was finally back in because she suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom.
Fiona shook her head, as soon as she touched Larisa's shoulder, rubbed, channeling a soft, soothing warm touch to the grieving woman.
“Maafin Vivian, yes, Larisa. I think he's wrong, let's bring him here. The intention of Mbak so that you can deket, like our closeness but it turns out..” Fiona was so sad and Larisa immediately smiled, trying to brace herself.
“I'm used to the attitude Vivian showed. Indeed, my marriage with Bassta not many who support.”
Fiona immediately shook her head violently.
“Mbak fully supports your relationship, Larisa. Later, after your child is born, surely he will be the opening path for the unity of our family. You must be sure of it, in addition to the bearer of sustenance, the child can also always improve the bonds of friendship.”
Larisa gave a small smile, her eyes watering, if Fiona knew. Can he still talk like that?
Either way, Larisa felt guilty for fooling many people including good people like this woman before her.
***
Outside, Fiona and Larisa get busy chatting after Asih sends two bowls of SOP fruit that is so refreshing. While Vivian, she felt she had a chance to climb up to the second floor, she wanted to go to Bassta's room. Usually, Vivian always comes to take one or two jackets belonging to Bassta which are models and always expensive.
Not for herself, but Vivian wanted to give the jacket to her female boyfriend. Bassta was always late to realize her lost item was taken by Vivian after a long time passed.
“Mas Bassta will definitely be unconscious. He also received cash, right? I haven't been given it to her for a long time. I take a little he will definitely not realize.”
Vivian frowned, frowned and went into Bassta's room.
When he came in, he did whatever he wanted. But, as she opened the closet, she did not find anything she had imagined before —Larisa clothes. Where are Larisa's clothes kept? Why in the big closet that still allows to put Larisa clothes but he did not find any items.
“Why aren't there those poor lady's things here?” muttered Vivian full of questions.
Vivian was suddenly interested in something else, then she closed the closet. Now, he sweeps around. Her sister's room is always neat, rooms with monochrome shades like favorite color Bassta.
Vivian really did not find any signs that Larisa was staying in the same room as Bassta, until suspicions surfaced in her mind. Did the two sleep together?
“It is impossible here there are no Larisa items. There should be.”
Vivian grew curious, ransacking every corner of the room and the last time she walked into the bathroom. As expected, he also did not find shampoo, soap, which is identical to women in the bathroom Bassta room. It only belongs to her brother.
“They're husband and wife, right?” vivian said while checking the Bathtub. “Or don't they actually, they don't sleep in the room? Keep Larisa sleeping where, dong?”
Vivian bit her fingernails, her footsteps sped away from the bathroom. Vivian really doesn't understand, and does she need to talk to her mother about what she found?
If so, Bassta and Larisa will be hit by a thorny problem.
Vivian was only in her daydream, as she kept her eyes on Bassta's bed.
When the doorknob was pulled, followed by a creak, Vivian flinched because when she turned her head it was Larisa who entered and discovered her existence.
The two stared at each other tensely. Larisa was already suspicious since Vivian was not on the first floor. So now how? What did the child find that would cause problems? Larisa froze, surrounded by questions and worries.