Love Mas Cousin
Pain Not bleeding

America, what date is it now? How many more days? That continues what Jema throws as a question to the Manager as well as his entire team.

This woman can't wait to return to her homeland. Where a myriad of work awaited, he did not expect that his return was so awaited by many people. And what makes him very happy is that he will meet Bassta.

Indeed Bassta had been to America to visit him, three times the man came to check his condition. If confirmed, maybe Bassta will also be willing to come to pick her up but Jema does not want to make her lover bother. Moreover, he knows that the position of director carried by Bassta covers a lot of responsibilities regarding the company.

“Jem, seriously you and Bassta are getting married?” ask Sally, Jema's manager.

Jema looked up, smiling.

“That's for sure, me and Bassta have been coveting this thing after all this time. We have been in a relationship for two years, the family knows each other, there are no difficulties that I will face let alone about blessing. Bassta's parents really want a Sicilian Jema as his son-in-law,” said Jema with a smile, occasionally combing his red shoulder-length hair with fingers.

Sally smiled, though she was not sure.

“You are the same Bassta is suitable, Jem,” exclaimed his work partner Jema who was sitting on the sofa.

“Thanks,” Reply Jema with a face so crisp.

Jema had already arranged a holiday schedule for him and Bassta later. To Bali is the main destination, and Gelato really wants Jema to be enjoyed in Kuta Bali with his lover.

***

Fatherland; In the residence of Larisa's parents. Fitria was chatting with Ganta, the two were talking about Larisa. Fitria also gave the address of Bassta's house that he had obtained, Fitria asked Ganta to go there first, see and make sure Larisa's condition. But Ganta did not want to, he could not leave before Sadi gave him permission.

“Let me take care of your father,” said Fitria full of confidence.

Ganta shook his head seriously. “It's risky. I know Daddy's angry like how. We can meet Larisa later, after really Dad can accept this incident.”

“When that? When your father gives you permission, your brother needs his family. If one of us comes, surely he still feels that we are still there for him.” Fitria urged and Ganta lowered his head in silence.

“She will be a mother at a young age. Not yet have experience, should mother be the place to ask and take refuge now but see, there we are far.” Fitria was crying out softly.

Ganta took a deep breath.

Fitria got up, stood in the doorway.

“This is different, Mom. Larisa's pregnancy was a mistake,” stressed Ganta who was tired of her mother's request, who always wanted to see and see Larisa.

Hearing Ganta's inappropriate remarks. Fitria immediately turned her head with such a piercing gaze.

“The pregnancy was not wrong, nor was it with the baby. What was wrong was Larisa and Bassta. You can't talk like that, Ganta.” He rebuked loudly.

Ganta woke up, standing in front of Fitria.

“Mom think I don't love Larisa? I still love him very much, but let us stay away first so that Larisa can think that what she did bore a lot of risks and the hardest thing is that she was shunned by her own family.”

Fitria stared with wet eyes. Not wanting to prolong the debate, Ganta passed away leaving his mother who continued to cry.

It was not that Fitria was not disappointed nor angry at what Larisa was doing, but to silence her son for longer, her pity was a torment to her own right now.

Fitria hopes and prays, the situation can be restored intact, as the family had gathered together. Full of laughter, he missed the warm atmosphere in his house which now turned quiet and so gripping when someone brought up the matter of Larisa in front of Sadi.

***

Today, Fiona was ready to leave, there was a show of arisan and Sultan who was reading the newspaper was directly staring Fiona's arrival at him.

“I go first, yes, Mas.” Fiona pamit's.

“To where? Don't tell me you want to go to Bassta's house, see Larisa again. Tempo day because of your act I all out of mama's scolding, don't be weird, deh!”

The Sultan rebuked with an unfriendly look.

Fiona was wide-eyed to hear it, Vivian complained? He warned the boy not to tell Novia. But apparently, he has a sister-in-law who is so difficult to give trust.

Now, Fiona replies, “I want to go to attend the show. Usually, you know too. No need to worry, next time I will not invite Vivian if you want to meet Larisa.” Fiona smiled cheerfully.

The Sultan shook his head violently.

“Not that I mean, Fionaaaaaaa!” The Sultan felt anxious himself.

“Ya, what?” Fiona raised her chin.

“You don't see Larisa anymore. Don't mess around, he's Bassta's wife but mom refuses to admit him as a daughter-in-law. Come on, Fiona, don't fuss over mama.” The Sultan persuaded with a feeling of frustration. Because Fiona will do whatever she likes.

The Sultan immediately massaged his head hearing it.

“I have to go cepet-cepet. Dah,” said Fiona then passed and Sultan stared at his wife's departure.

***

While at Bassta's place, he was daydreaming in his room. Soon Jema is back but Bassta is not ready to face the woman he longs for. Bassta is very afraid of her relationship with Larisa is known by Jema, if that's the case, what about her desire to knit love in the household with Jema?

As powerful as he was covering up, slowly another secret of this would definitely be known by Jema and before that happened. Bassta had to make sure that Jema wouldn't leave him.

Bassta only thought about Jema's feelings, not thinking of Larisa. He thought that Larisa would not be hurt, would not feel inferior, when Larisa knew that she had a lover out there.

Larisa's just her cousin, they're cousins and this intertwined marriage is just the fruit of a misunderstanding.

“After the baby was born. I'm sorry I can't help you anymore, Larisa. After the baby is born, how will it be, hopefully your life can be better.”

Bassta muttered, she really felt burdened by her current condition.

Suddenly the door of her room swung, the sound of footsteps could be heard followed by Larisa's voice calling out to her. Bassta, who did not want to be disturbed, turned his head, and found his wife carrying a tray. Snacks are also a cold drink for her.

“Bass, sorry I entered directly, because the door opened a little earlier.” Larisa stared and Bassta just kept silent.

Larisa became nervous looking at the stiff gaze of the man. Then he stepped up and showed me what he was carrying. His homemade sus cake and melon-flavored ice syrup.

“I'm not hungry, Larisa. Even if I want something, I can go down and find it myself. There is Bi Asih as well, you why bother?” reprimand Bassta and Larisa smiled slightly.

“You try it first, hopefully the cake can make your mood improve. I can see that you are confused now, yes, right?” larisa is so cheerful.

Bassta was silent, raising one eyebrow.

“Sok knows,” says Bassta.

“Eat first,” says Larisa slowly.

Bassta nodded and was not interested.

"Don't act like a prankster, yeah, I've been being nice to you lately." Bassta warned and Larisa let out a rude sigh in response.

"Get out there! I'm busy." Get rid of that guy.

"Eat the cake first. I made the cake special for you because it is not usually on Sundays you are at home. Rarely, right?" larisa said enthusiastically, she wanted to know how Bassta judged the cake.

Bassta shook her head, showing a hostile look as she felt Larisa was forcing her. Without saying, Bassta pointed her index finger at the door, asking Larisa to quickly leave her room.

"Yes, yeah, yeah, I'm going." Larisa relented, not wanting any trouble.

Bassta was silent, staring at the steps of the woman. As Larisa pulled the doorknob, she called out.

"Marosa."

Larisa smiled, convinced that Bassta changed her mind. As soon as he turned around, the two looked at each other with different eyes.

"Later if Jema returns to Indonesia. Please, yeah, don't let you see." Bassta asked with a troubled face.

Larisa's smile instantly dimmed to hear it. He guessed wrong.

"Hmm?" Larisa blinked her eyes.

"Yes, don't let you meet Jema. I don't want any trouble, before anything, we better anticipate it first."

Larisa was pensive, was she just a source of trouble for Bassta to the point of needing to be warned so? Larisa felt something hurt— stuck in her chest.

"Bass, may I ask you a question?" reply Larisa with a thin smile. Bassta nodded. "Sad you're the same Jema?" tanyanya and Bassta straightened her back straight, quite surprised she heard Larisa's question.

"I love her so much, Ris." Bassta agreed solemnly and Larisa felt her eyes suddenly sore.

Larisa lowered her head, raising her face a second later with a petite smile forced. Larisa nodded, not saying much anymore, she finally left the room of the man she could not stop her heart.

Larisa feels made aware that she is just a dirty woman and does not deserve the least bit of expecting Bassta to think about the goodness of their household for a long time.

It hurts but it doesn't bleed, that's what Larisa's feeling right now.