Love Mas Cousin
Bedroom

Larisa placed her photo in a brown frame on the table, right next to her photo of Bassta. She also put her clothes in the man's closet, not all but she felt it was enough to cover that she and her husband did not sleep in the room if at any time Novia checked. Somehow Larisa could think there, but from the curiosity her mother-in-law showed, it could have been the case and for the problem Bassta wanted to or did not sleep in the room with her. He'll think about it later.

Larisa was now sitting nervously, staring at the door, waiting for Bassta to enter. She knew that her husband was facing Novia, and was convinced that Bassta was not being spoken to about trivial matters. Must be Bassta getting slurs various questions from his mother. Larisa could imagine how confused the man was at thinking of one answer to the question that cornered her.

Back to the corner of the house where Bassta and Novia are still clashing. Bassta began to tired of listening to the rant that was thrown by Novia so that now Arif also participated in the roar because of wonder, why the two had not yet finished chatting. Though clearly Bassta just came home, surely his son was exhausted and wanted to quickly rest.

“Vivian who told you Mama,” ketus Novia.

A small growl rang out from Bassta's chest. He looked down, his gaze sharpened.

“Any, right? Why can a husband and wife not sleep in a room? Can you explain this?” novia is back.

Bassta raised her face.

“Whatever happens in a child's household. Not that parents have no right to interfere, huh, Ma? The same Sultan Fiona always had a prolonged storm if Mama intervened. Not a problem so finished, instead so widened to everywhere,” said Bassta with a voice intonation that is so calm but clearly his expression is so tense.

“We are discussing you with Larisa. Not about the same Sultan Fiona!” novita's jolt began to ignite emotions.

Bassta snorted, turning her face away anyway.

Arif moves his hand, breaking both of them.

“Already, already. It's also late, what Bassta just said is true, Nov. We come to see both are fine, as well as stay, not ask many questions that invite quarrel.” Arif stared at the two alternately firmly.

Bassta shut up and Novia opened her mouth. This woman wanted to argue but her husband pointed his hand, refusing for her to talk back.

Now, Arif rubbed his son's shoulder.

“Go, meet Larisa. He must be waiting for you,” he said.

Bassta nodded, she glanced at her angry mother now.

Bassta stood up and left the room, which felt so crowded and hot because of the situation between her and her mother.

Novia was silent, fixated on staring at the departure of her son when he had not finished talking. Novia regrets taking Arif, she should be alone, bringing her husband instead makes things complicated.

In the room, Larisa gasped when the door opened followed by her husband who entered. Same with Larisa, Bassta was also very surprised by the presence of Larisa in her room.

“Ngapain you here?” ketus Bassta with a loud voice.

Larisa directly pressed her own lips while making a sound ‘Shuuut’

Bassta turned her head, looking at the door that was not yet close. As soon as he closed properly, fearing that suddenly his father and mother heard his chat with Larisa.

“Ngapain you?” bassta asked again, her eyes glaring with emotion.

Larisa retreated away, terrified.

Bassta's attention turned to Larisa's photo frame on her desk. He growled in annoyance then stepped up, his hands swiftly removing the photo of Larisa from next to his photo. Larisa's rapping caught the frame Bassta threw.

“Don't freak you out, Larisa. I never ngizinin you enter let alone put your stuff here,” grumbled Bassta and Larisa mendelik.

Larisa was about to open the door but Bassta held her back.

“Aaan, anyway?” sniff the guy. “Crazy if I'm honest like that.”

Larisa smiled broadly.

“So, I was forced to stay in your room tonight. That's also if you don't mind, I deliberately moved some of my belongings, fearing that Aunt Novia suddenly entered and checked your room for a complaint from Vivian,” said Larisa explained then she sat on the edge of the mattress.

Bassta sighed, confused. He rested his waist on the corner of the table.

“You're not talking weird, are you, Ris?” asked Bassta and Larisa shook her head. “Why also Papa same Mama came suddenly. Pakek nginep all,” grunggutu continued.

Larisa was silent, looking at Bassta who was pacing before her.

Bassta is confused to face tomorrow morning with her parents.

“You've eaten, Bass?” larisa asks because she hasn't done it either, waiting for Bassta to come home and is uncomfortable having dinner with her in-laws in the absence of her husband.

Bassta shook her head small.

“I haven't either. Wait for you,” said Larisa.

Bassta shook her head. “Ngapain is also waiting for me? Eat, yes, eat. Don't get busy, deh!”

Larisa exhaled a rough breath.

“Where I can stand facing your Mama. I'm afraid I'm afraid to answer your mother's questions. It's a danger and if it happens, then I'll be the one you blame.”

Larisa lowered her head with her face bent, sad as well as hungry being the one she felt.

Bassta clucked and she couldn't lie to herself that her stomach was writhing asking to be filled.

“We order aja,” Bassta said while removing his phone.

Larisa shook her head, she stood up.

“If possible, let me cook.” Larisa is so excited, her smile expands so charming.

“Terden, deh! Go there, I want to take a shower.” The man pulled Larisa's hand to get out of her presence.

Larisa smiled and then came out. After the departure of Larisa. Bassta squeezed her hair tightly, she sat on the floor with her back resting on her bed. The situation is getting more difficult, plus she must be able to keep an eye on Jema so as not to hear news about her marriage to her own cousin.