Love Mas Cousin
Fierce conversation

“We can see you again, right, tomorrow?” jema said by tightening his hand.

“We set again tomorrow,” reply Bassta while smiling.

Jema returned her smile and said, “You must be exhausted because you have to take care of your family company. Is my presence now a cure for you, Bass?”

Bassta smiled broadly, her index finger prancing into Jema's tapered cheek. Jema pouted, she did not like to be touched like that, afraid that her makeup was broken. Different if Bassta drops a kiss. 

“Do not,” protest Jema.

Bassta chuckled softly seeing her lover pouting.

“Taking care of the company is easier than taking care of all my problems,” said Bassta and Jema frowned.

“What is it, Bass?” ask him and meet Bassta who is now daydreaming. The man was silent, suddenly imagined Larisa who was somehow at home.

Seeing his lover sculpt, Jema shook his lover's arm and finally Bassta turned stiff.

“You daydreaming?” jema asked, Bassta shook her head violently. “I asked, what is that problem? You don't want to share about the problem you mean?”

Bassta lowered her head for a moment, thinking hard to throw a boo at the mistake of speaking just now.

“My problem disappears if there is you,” said Bassta then stroked the head of Jema.

Jema smiled, but still she was very curious about the problem Bassta meant.

Moments later, Bassta offers to drive Jema home. Jema nodded as she had another hour of shooting. Can't keep spending time with Bassta.

Bassta escorts Jema to the shooting location, Jema is immediately greeted by Sally when she gets out of the car. Bassta chose to stare inside because she saw there were some reporters. In the past, he had always wanted Jema to introduce himself to everyone but now, Bassta had to postpone his wish in order to avoid new problems.

It was eight in the evening when Bassta stared at his wrist. Time to rest, but it feels lazy if at home to face Larisa. Dealing with the woman was always provoking her emotions. And the effect of him being often angry with Larisa, he always had a headache was also stung by the feeling of unbearable if he saw the innocent face of Larisa covered in sadness because of her words. Bassta was unable to control himself when dealing with his wife.

Thirty minutes later, Bassta's car arrived at the gate. Bassta knitted her eyebrows when she saw her father's car parked there.

Bassta lowered the windshield and moved her hand. The security guard came closer, his body slightly bent.

“Since when are there guests?” tanyanya panic.

“From afternoon, Mas.” The guard is small.

Bassta sighed and then returned his vehicle.

“Don't till you make trouble, Ris!” bassta said in his heart. He rushed down, walked quickly and entered his house with a look of panic.

Arif smiled, he who just came out of the kitchen was happy because his son finally came home.

Bassta carved out a thin smile, greeting and cuddling with Arif.

“Why did Papa come suddenly? Said the security guard since afternoon, why not tell me directly?” bassta said, his eyes glanced at the second floor, looking for the whereabouts of his wife.

Arif invites Bassta to walk together, the two are now sitting next to each other on the sofa.

“Involuntary because Papa wants to see Larisa, make sure the situation. Papa sure you are busy, that's why not Papa phone and Papa here not alone, Papa same mama you.” Arif explained calmly, but Bassta was immediately tense when she heard her mother was also at her house.

“Oh, emmm, where is mama now?” ask Bassta.

Arif pointed at the second floor with his eyes. Bassta also resigned to immediately meet his mother. Arif allows, the man prefers to sip his warm sweet tea, not to bother Bassta and Novia who just met after a long time.

***

“How are you doing, Bass?” novia lirih.

Bassta raised her face, answering.

“Good, Ma. Mama herself?”

Novia is smiling cynically.

“Do you not see or pretend to be blind with depression on your mother's face? Enough, Bass. Try to be honest now, tell me the truth,” Novia asked with a pitiful look.

Bassta frowned, confused.

“What should I tell you, Ma?”

Novia was anxious to hear her son's answer. His shoulders bowed slightly, his hands remained faithful in front of his chest, and his left foot was holding his right.

“You with Larisa,” says Novia firmly.

Bassta chuckles, “Iya, our husband and wife and Mama can't accept that yet.”

Novia hissed, got up, she changed seats. Approaching Bassta to make it easier to persuade her.

Novia's soft caress makes Bassta silent.

“You're tormented, right, by this wedding? You never wanted a silly marriage with that Fitria kid. So why would you marry her? Honestly, Mama, you were framed, right? You don't need to protect Larisa, Iaaaaang.”

Novia rubbed Bassta's hair. Bassta shifted away, she felt too old to be treated that way.

“I married her knowingly, Ma. No coercion or anything.”

Novia shook her head violently, she clutched Bassta's hand tightly.

“You're framed. Mama knows!” he said it loudly and Bassta fell silent. “It wasn't you, was it, who fucked Larisa until she got pregnant? That girl in the womb isn't Mama's granddaughter-to-be, is it, Bass? Mama does not want.” Novia whines and Bassta releases her hand.

“Unfortunately, the thing that Mama doesn't like is really happening. Me and Larisa husband and wife, please, Ma. Don't make me dizzy with that unwarranted Mama's guess!” kecam Bassta and Novia are silent with their jaws hardened.

“Mama too low looking at Larisa family. What's their fault? Never bother, never take advantage of us who are the only relatives who are rich because it could be done if they are the eyes duitan,” stressed Bassta and Novia leaning back.

Novia smiled obliquely.

“But Mama knows you guys don't sleep in the room. Why could that be? Jelasin, come!!” challenge Novia and Bassta to gulp his saliva roughly.

“Damn you, Vi,” bait Bassta in heart. Vivian was really throwing a tantrum, making the situation even more runny.

The chatter was interrupted by the presence of Asih who delivered what Bassta asked for earlier. The syrupy water was cold and Bassta received one glass then gulped it down in three gulps.

Seeing his son, Novia was increasingly convinced that Bassta and Larisa were making a drama. The drama that is embarrassing is also sad.

After Asih left, Novia was ready to re-raise Bassta who was now confused to explain what about him and Larisa who was caught Vivian not one room.

I swear, he will try Vivian's ears red if he meets, the man's inner.

Bassta was desperate to lose herself right now to stop a fierce conversation with her mother. His mother would not stop before the answer he heard filled his curiosity.