Love Mas Cousin
The Fruit of Mistake

“Although everyone thinks you are despicable, label you as an illegitimate child but for mom.you are worthy and worthy of your loving mother as well. Wrong mother but you are not the fruit of mistakes, you are a gift for your mother's life this heavy.”

Larisa spoke softly, stroking in a circular motion on her large belly. Wiggling also kicked an innocent baby in there. Larisa giggled amusedly, along with her eyes that dropped tears again.

I can hardly remember last night. Bassta's expression was so painful. Larisa knows she is a burden but she does not want to be the object to blame on all events.

I was bored, not looking for attention at all. Why also Bassta needs to go home just because their housekeeper gave the news of his departure. He should have, Bassta who felt burdened, felt happy if he really left.

“I'll go, Bass. Later, you will not see me again. But I'm sure, no matter how much you hate it, with my departure you will definitely feel lost. This is my oath, Bass. Oath of a wife who is blatantly betrayed, constantly hurt, also every time you despise.”

He muttered then wiped his tears.

Dawn had already shown her radiance, but Larisa felt so lazy to leave her room. She was not ready to face her husband again. Fear of getting back to scolding is also a reproach.

However, Larisa felt very hungry. Yesterday, all day, he didn't eat right. She didn't want to torture the baby anymore, now she's glancing at the wall. He saw there, the clock was already showing seven o'clock. Looks like Bassta has also gone to work, he thought.

Not only feeling hungry but Larisa also felt dizzy because of the difficulty of sleeping overnight. The night was filled with crying.

Larisa decided to get out of the room, when the door opened she glanced at Bassta's door. More convinced that the man had left and Larisa stepped back.

When Larisa closed the door, the door to Bassta's room opened. The two looked at each other, staring at each other.

 Larisa looked down, Bassta threw her face away. Without waiting for long, Larisa stepped past him and Bassta glanced, staring at his wife's departure.

***

 In the kitchen, Larisa and Asih are cooking while Bassta has yet to go to work. I don't know what the man was looking for, pacing back and forth is unclear.

Asih kept glancing but Larisa looked indifferent.

Bassta looks like asking but hesitates after her quarrel with Larisa.

“Mbak,” said Asih suddenly then Larisa turned to him. “Night, Aunty accidentally heard everything. Sorry.” Asih looked down, still early in the morning but he was already sweating coldly, afraid of last night's events seeing the wrath of his male employer.

Larisa grunts quietly.

“Same as before. I asked Aunt to shut up, because if Auntie was talking to someone out there. It is not impossible mas Bassta will do worse than what I experienced last night.” Larisa was emphatically warned.

Asih shook her head strongly.

“Ngak will, Ma'am. Aunty Promise, Aunty also did not dare.” The Asih voice swallowed as Bassta was seen coming back down from the second floor.

Bassta snorted, her lips were muttering indistinctly what swearing.

After Bassta came out of the house, Larisa turned her head. To be honest he was tormented by the current situation even though it felt the same, Bassta never cared for him.

***

In the office, Bassta walks with her jaws tightened. His eyes slid to each side, looking for something. It is not clear what he was looking for, the Sultan had stopped him even he did not care. The Sultan was silent with his mouth open, usually Bassta will always be available to fight with him but this time, there seems to be something else that makes his sister distracted.

“My sister is different, Nung. But he's still in college if you want to wait Alhamdulillah, it-it's all you explore each other first before marriage, before marriage,” said the fat man to Hanung who only heard his coworkers constantly talking about his sister.

“I have no thoughts of getting married anytime soon, Mr.” Hanung smiled faintly.

The man nudged his arm quite strongly.

“Do not lie. You should see my sister first if from my story, maybe you lack trust.” The man urged and Hanung shook his head as he continued to spread a smile. After being heartbroken over her failure to express her feelings for Larisa, Hanung feels she has yet to return to targeting anything serious about the relationship, he also does not want to seem to give hope to the daughters of people even though his heart has not been healed from his love story that was not clear yesterday.

The man again wanted to talk but stopped when he saw the appearance of Bassta.

Hanung was silent, clenching his lips tightly. Looking at Bassta's current eyes, Hanung was able to guess that his friend was being overwhelmed with anger. Is it because of last night?

“Pak Bassta,” greet the man while bowing his head.

Bassta gave a small nod then said, “I have the same business Hanung.” Bassta's voice was so firm.

Hanung frowned, unmistakably, inwardly.

The man nodded strongly, looking at Bassta and Hanung alternately then before long he quickly eliminated himself from the presence of the two.

Now, Hanung walks in front of Bassta.

“Why?” asked Hanung casually.

Hanung's eyes were rounded as Bassta pulled the collar of her blue shirt to a crumple. Bassta's eyes looked at him full of emotion.

Bassta is really upset and does not like to see Larisa wandering until the night with Hanung, which she knows that Hanung used to have a feeling like putting a taste on his wife. Bassta was afraid, the sense was still there and the same. In fact, it is clear that now Larisa is his wife.