Love Mas Cousin
Bassta Betrayed
Pacing over the balcony of his room. Waiting while folding your hands in front of your chest. Larisa faithfully and also with anxious feelings continued to glance at the gate. Her husband has not yet returned. I don't know what happened, he didn't feel good. The feeling of worry that he felt he believed that there would be unpleasant events.
In the worry he felt, the sudden ringing of a cell phone from his room attracted attention. Larisa rushed over, seeing who was calling. But apparently, the one who called him now was not the one he was worried about.
“Yes, Nay?” larisa.
“Why are you, Ris?” nayla said lightly then Larisa stepped back onto the balcony.
“Again diem. Wh why? Or is it—my family same mother you fuss again?” Her voice rose, and Nayla responded with laughter.
“Eh, no. Relax, Ris. I also often ngingetin my mother so as not to constantly disturb your family. Nothing, I just want to tell you that Sunday I'm the same Nenden want to go to your house. Can, no?” reply and Larisa exhaled a long breath.
“Thank God nothing is weird. I fear. Later I ask permission first with Bassta, yes, Nay.”
Larisa looked down again, still, her husband had not come home yet.
“OK! Oh yes, how are you the same Bassta?”
Larisa was silent for quite a while, just her breath that Nayla heard.
“Ris?” Nayla's tone of voice changed, knowing full well that if Larisa did not answer, there must be another strange incident with the Bassta and Larisa household.
“Ya same as before. Maybe it will get worse because now his girlfriend has returned. Now he has not come home. Last morning I was too lazy if until papasan with him, yes strange when I was mistaken for the same kind of friends,” said Larisa and Nayla across there directly lowered both feet from the bed. Wonder what happened this time in his best friend's household.
“Which one is it?”
“That, mas Hanung. He's nice, he wants me to come home because we accidentally met on the street but Bassta says weird. Moreover, he thought that if I played crazy with Hanung, I also still have self-esteem but the mistakes that went by could not be avoided so much. That's why Bassta keeps criticizing me for this baby.” Larisa told me in a hoarse voice, Nayla was speechless listening with a bad feeling.
“So much, yes, anyway Bassta. Or don't-don't..” Nayla stops and Larisa keeps the phone away from her ear, thinking the connection is cut off. “I'm sure Bassta is jealous.”
“What?” sahut Larisa. Quickly he opened his mouth when he realized that it was now very night.
“Bassta cushion!” Nayla. “She's jealous. No matter how bad he is, he is the same as you, but you are now his wife. The vibrations of not accepting his wife close to other men must be there,” said Nayla and Larisa shaking her head.
“Do not create false hopes for me, Nay. That's not the reason. It is impossible and never will happen, Bassta just do not like because of the status of husband and wife between us. He thought I was messing with another guy after pulling him into a problem hole. In fact, even though I have no intention so.”
Nayla smiles in her place.
“Si Bassta is very prestigious as it is, yes. Now he has a beautiful girlfriend, who is sexy but still you are now his wife. Now Bassta like this we do not know in front of what will happen,” said Nayla full of confidence.
Larisa shook her head, massaging her frown. She did not want to drift to such an impossible hope, even Bassta himself said that she would be divorced after giving birth. That was all Larisa believed in because that was all that was real before her.
“Trust me, Ris,” pinta Nayla.
“No ah,” said Larisa lightly then she saw the arrival of her husband's car. “Have been, yes. He's home.”
“OK,” said Nayla then no call ended.
***
Bassta snorted as she reached the second floor, there was Larisa who was waiting for her.
“Why is this hour just coming home? Can't you tell me that the ones at home aren't worried?” larisa and Bassta said just silently staring at him.
Larisa stepped closer, her hands swinging to touch her husband's cheek. Wanting to make sure that the man was fine, but not yet had his fingers reached above the man's skin, his hands had already been parried so violently.
“No need to hold on, deh. Don't have to ask a lot, attention-grabbing,” said Bassta and Larisa averted her eyes for a moment. Hold it, even though her heart feels squeezed to hear the words of her husband who does not have good.
“Do I need to be honest when I go with Jema? I don't want him to be the same as him. Want to know?” challenge Bassta and Larisa looked down miserably.
“I'm just afraid of you why-why on the road. It's up to you to where you want to go, who wants to do what is also up,” said Larisa exasperated and Bassta terbahak, mocking.
“Oh, yes? No more intention to seek attention when I was with Jema or now you stop because there is Hanung?” he said by advancing a move that made Larisa retreat away.
Larisa looked in disbelief. “Do not bring people who have nothing to do with our problems, Bass. I asked if you answered him everywhere. You drunk?”
Bassta snorted then took off the suit and threw it right into Larisa's face. Larisa wavered, taking the coat off her face. The distinctive aroma could instantly smell her, the scent of a female perfume in her husband's coat. Larisa was silent, squeezing what she was holding and Bassta brandished an index finger full of warning.
“I don't want to debate you for long, Ria. And also said your sister Nurani do not mess around if you do not want me to teach a lesson,” he said and Larisa raised her face.
“What does this have to do with my sister? After Hanung mas, you brought my sister, what the hell?” larisa and Bassta stared intently.
“When I was with Jema, there was Conscience. Tell him not to leak!” bassta loudly asked and Larisa immediately silently heard it. Confused and afraid of Nurani complaining.
Feeling that he was done, Bassta stepped to the front door of his room. Larisa turned her head and called out loudly.
“You too, Bass. Can you be more vigilant, find a safe place to meet Jema.”
Bassta immediately twisted the body hearing him.
“Why treat? Yes it's up to me dong!”
“Because of your carelessness, Consani knows about you the same Jema. How to?” rengek Larisa as she approaches.
“Ndon't know! Think for yourself.” Bassta opened the door, her legs were already in but Larisa pulled her arm.
“I'm confused about how he feels,” said Larisa almost crying.
“Awas, ah! I'm tired!” He continued to brush off Larisa's hand until she finally entered and then slammed the door.
Larisa froze at the door. His eyes closed and then opened in a glassy state. If Nurani complains to her parents how? His sister is still innocent. Conscience would have thought Bassta was a traitor.