Love Mas Cousin
Between Besan

“Drink first, Ma'am. Don't daydream.” Asih was approaching, carrying a glass of warm sweet tea, he hoped that it could make Larisa calm.

Larisa who was crying gasped, she rubbed her tears and then accepted with a forced smile.

“Thank you, Bi.” Sounds heavy.

Asih nodded, about to leave but Larisa grabbed his hand.

Asih turned his head, the two sat tensely.

“Can Aunty promise me?” larisa said and Asih's brows furrowed, not understanding.

“Why, Ma'am?”

Larisa took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

“Please, whatever Bi Asih sees and hears between me the same mas Bassta lest anyone outside know. Please, yes, Bi,” said Larisa pleading.

Asih felt unbearable, seeing the face of Larisa as well as the look of her eyes that are alarming. Quickly he nodded then returned Larisa's close hand.

“Aunt promise,” said Asih and Larisa also smiled half relieved.

***

Elsewhere, in the home of the Bassta family, luxurious and magnificent. A woman was standing with a pale face near the window of her room, it was not only pale but also covered in sadness. How he was not sad when he found out his son impregnated his sister's child. Marriage between cousins, Larisa and Bassta.

The woman was Novia, the older sister of her mother Farisa. Economically, these two families are clearly much different. The Larisa family is a very modest family while the Basstas, who are considered wealthy.

The great marriage that Novia coveted was gone, Larisa was not the figure of the woman she wanted as a daughter-in-law. He wanted an equal son-in-law, setakhta so as not to lower his high standard of living. But rice has become porridge, fate turns life upside down as well as its desires. The figure of the daughter-in-law that Novia coveted was Jema just a dream.

“Bu, no guests.”

The voice of a servant makes Novia glance a little, she does not like to be disturbed, she wants to be alone for a long time. In fact, he also forbade anyone to combine Bassta let alone Larisa into his home.

“I don't want to be disturbed,” Novia said calmly.

“But, Mom..”Sentence falters.

Novia turned around, the glass she had held, shortly floated up and hit the floor.

Brakkkkk......Byaaar...

The sound of broken glass scattered, some almost hit the foot of the servant. The woman quickly retreated, lowered her head, scared and Novia continued to look at him with emotion.

“Are you deaf? I don't want to and don't like to be disturbed. Anyone who comes, let them go!” his screams were irritated and the servant nodded in disarray.

At the lip of the door, Arif, her husband was staring with both hands into his pants pocket.

“Your sister is coming, Novia. Anyway now he is our besan,” exclaimed Arif and Novia's shoulder slumped lackluster.

Arif glanced at the waiter, raising a gaze for the woman to leave. Now, the husband and wife are left behind and Arif feels the need to calm his wife first before being reunited with Novia.

“I don't want to meet with Fitria, Mas,” said Novia and Arif shook his head, disagreeing.

“It will make Sadi more free to insult us. After what Bassta did to Larisa, then coupled with your attitude, can you imagine what her mouth will be like? I'm lazy to hear any more insults, enough, and meet your sister.”

Novia sighed, momentarily trying to persuade but Arif still shook his head in disagreement.

“Okay, it took me a few minutes to get ready,” Novia said and Arif smiled.

***

In the living room, Fitria squeezed the grip of her left hand. Sweaty hands, showing how nervous he was about to meet Novia. But not only nervous but also afraid because she did not first permit her husband to come to the house. If her husband finds out, maybe he will be scolded also silenced for a long time.

Fitria turned her head when she heard the sound of footsteps, she immediately got up and slightly lowered her shoulders.

“Sit, Novia is coming down.” Arif smiled, Novia replied with a stiff smile.

“Bi, clean the broken glass in my room. Soon,” exclaimed Novia at the top of the stairs, then moved down and the waiter she asked immediately rushed away.

Fitria's forehead folded, broken glass? His mind was full of questions.

“Mbak is okay, right?” fitria and Novia looked up, sat down, and Fitria gulped.

“What are you coming here for, Fitri?” reply Novia, ignoring the question.

Fitria poked her lips, swallowed the saliva, she realized that her arrival was not wanted by anyone in the house.

“Novia, ask about your sister's news. Just relax,” scolded Arif and Novia turned cynical. Now, Arif was staring at Fitria. “Just relax, Fitri.”

“I came here by chance out shopping, so to mind make a stop by. I heard the news that Ms. Novia was sick, so I came here.”

Fitria spoke calmly, but Novia's response was not very good, she clucked cynically.

“I'm good, Fitri.” Ketus Novia's.

Fitria smiled faintly then said, “Thank God. What happens in our family is not easy to accept, but how else now, as parents... We just have to pray for the kids.”

Novia nodded when she heard it.

“Yes you are right, Fitri. By the way how is Sadi?” sahut Arif friendly.

“Good, Mas.”

“Ganta, I hear now that your first child is working.” Arif smiling.

Fitria nodded slowly, “Iya Alhamdulillah.”

“I've been offered to work in the company but the boy doesn't want to. Very independent of him,” praise Arif and Fitria smiling happily while nodding.

“That's good, add to our family burden if Ganta comes in the company. Stabbing eyes, make jealous those who desperately want to sell themselves with this form if the child enters easily because of family ties,” reply Novia sarcasm.

Fitria grimaced hearing it.

Arif immediately nudged Novia's elbow but Novia did not care.

“Alhamdulillahnya Ganta not, right, Ma'am?” fitria said with a slightly discordant voice.

Novia did not reply, her cynical smile representing.

Novia and Fitria stared at each other in a fierce manner, both did not get along long ago, fate and destiny are so different. Destiny and fate also determine the behavior of the connoisseur. Novia increasingly turned haughty after editing Arif who came from a wealthy family, and in fact, what Arif wanted first was Fitria but Fitria much prefer Sadi.

Love stories do make things complicated and mumbling.

“Already, already, you want to drink what?” arif said breaking the tension.

Arif got up, called out to the waiter, but no one came until he had to leave the living room for the kitchen.

It was at this time that Novia felt free to interrogate Fitria, what the intentions and intentions of her sister's arrival were real.

“Nease no further, Fitria. What do you want now? Bassta was willing to lower her dignity by marrying your child. Is that not enough?” cynical Novia and Fitria shook their heads not expecting that Novia could talk.

“What is wrong and despicable is not just my son, Ma'am. But also Bassta! She's the one who made Larisa pregnant, was it just Larisa's fault?” fitria was vexed, starting to be powerless to hold back emotions.

For Novia, only Larisa is wrong and Bassta is just falling for the seduction and illusion created by her sister's son.

Man is always good at seeing the ugliness of others and always blind with his own mistakes even though in the eyes.