Love Mas Cousin
Conscience Arrival
Bassta breezed in the hallway with a sad look. Some employees who passed by greeted and only he responded with a nod of the head, with a face that was so flat. Bassta was so worried for Larisa, she had never been this worried because her mother was there.
In lamenting the crisis of his problems, suddenly his steps were stopped by the Sultan who confronted him. Bassta raised an eyebrow while Sultan smiled widely.
“I heard from Papa that Mama does not want to come home from your home,” said Sultan and Bassta snorted. Very lazy he had to cross paths with his brother who was so arrogant with the lives of others.
“I also got a complaint from Vivian who at that time came to your house with Fiona.” The Sultan hooked up and Bassta clenched her teeth, really this Vivian, making the problem even more piling up.
“Terus?” timpal Bassta cold.
The Sultan took a step forward and Bassta squinted his eyes.
“There's something between you and Larisa. It's not just an ordinary household and if it's proven. After you are punished again with papa,” said Sultan and Bassta pushed his chest hard.
Bassta was unaware that his reaction made Sultan think that what he revealed was a threat to him. The Sultan became curious, did he also need to find out what really happened? The more Bassta is entangled with the problem, the wider the opportunity to persuade the father to entrust the company fully to him.
Bassta moved her hand, she held her index finger full of threat.
“One more time you talk and try to find out about my life. I will completely forget the brotherhood between us. I also will not hesitate to complain you with complete proof of the fraud you committed in the warehouse, and I will also not hesitate to tell your rich in-laws about the betrayal you committed to Fiona!”
“BASSTA!” the Sultan shouted in disbelief, his eyes reddened with veins on his face also that stood out so much his emotions.
Bassta stared intently, emotions were already in the air. It could be next both of them will be curling and slamming each other.
“Did you ever think that sleeping with a lot of women could make you sick with a disgusting disease? Fiona wasn't that innocent, not that acute, too, if she knew her husband was unfaithful. Obviously you'll be kicked all the way! And Papa, don't trust you again, Sultan.”
The Sultan groaned and Bassta grinned, mocking him.
Bassta slowly backed away with a smile that continued to expand with a warning look. The Sultan stayed in place. He died lice can't do anything because Bassta knows all his disgrace.
“Sial!” sultan's curse is full of emotion.
He clenched his hand tightly while Bassta was already far away.
After arriving at his study, Bassta sat down, opened his laptop, took the time to also order coffee and snacks. As her fingers typed on the keyboard, she noticed a light pink stain on the back of her hand.
Bassta was confused, continued to pay attention then she fell silent when she remembered before going to work Larisa had kissed the back of her hand. The woman's kiss left a trace there that she had never gotten before from any woman. A kiss and a sign so honorable because it is a testament to the filial piety of a wife.
Strange taste buds spread, trying Bassta tepis by diverting attention, he opened his phone and a lot of messages and incoming calls from Jema.
Jema invited him back to meet. Ask to be accompanied to the salon and Bassta pensive for a while. Jema always spends a short time if it has entered her favorite place to beautify themselves. The last time Bassta accompanied him he was upset because he continued to be teased by the men gleaming at the salon of his lover's subscription. Kapok, no longer willing, Bassta finally replied to Jema's message by rejecting it. Bassta reasoned that he had a meeting with a client from abroad.
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Larisa hugged Nayla tightly and then she also hugged Nenden. Finally his two best friends came, making him able to leave the room after trying to avoid Novia by confining himself. Silence in his room may not be too boring but silence in Bassta's room that there are not many of his belongings, making him saturated.
“Macet, no?” larisa.
“Get a minute, kok.” Nenden.
“You are seriously authorized by your husband to leave the house? Your pregnancy is this big.” Larisa looked at Nenden's stomach.
“If you just found out you are the same Nayla no problem. If my husband is not clear, I will not be ngizinin,” said Nenden and Larisa with a smiling Nayla.
Larisa invited the two in. His two best friends gap when they see the figure of a woman on the stairs, Bassta's mother. Nayla immediately looked at Larisa, Larisa lowered her head at a glance then invited the two to go to the pool area. Maybe there the three can freely chat without worrying about the presence of Novia who seemed to always watch out.
“If you know there is your mother-in-law. Mending I did not come here,” whispered Nayla and Larisa Manyun.
“In fact I deliberately did not tell you because I want to be cemented,” reply Larisa whispered as well.
“You're both fierce, huh, Ris? Looks from his face vein,” said Nenden interrupted.
“Your slow-downs, Nden. If Aunt Novia is heard, you will be expelled. Want?” nayla said scare.
Nenden grimaced, shaking his head in horror imagining the fury of his mother Bassta who was known to be arrogant.
Nayla and Nenden were able to judge how the woman had behaved from one story and another that Larisa had told.
“I'd like to ask your aunt to do something for you. Wait, yes,” said Larisa saying goodbye and the two nodded.
Nenden and Nayla sat down, looking at the calm pool water. The two chatted back, talking again about Bassta's family. They stopped when Larisa came, afraid that Larisa did not like the two of them constantly calling about the Basstas family.
Asih serves drinks and snacks. The three compact thank you then Asih back in. Nenden and Nayla also came to bring food. Larisa opened it enthusiastically. Enjoying the market snacks that he so longed for let alone kua bugis, layer cakes and bibika cakes.
“Pissing pen.” Nenden kebelet.
“Yes already, gih,” says Larisa.
“Slow-slow, Nden.” Nayla reminded then Nenden nodded and passed away.
Larisa was silent, chewing her food. Nayla watches the sadness on her best friend's face for so many times.
“You are not comfortable there is a mother Bassta,” chirped Nayla.
Larisa raised her eyes then nodded.
“You know for yourself that Bassta's family no one accepts me. Uh, Bassta's dad was just as good as Fiona, anyway. But for the same mother-in-law in-law, they don't like me.”
Larisa's face was grim.
Nayla rubbed her best friend's shoulder gently.
“Sabar, I'm sure later they will be able to accept you as is.”
“If not?” sahut Larisa is quick, so pessimistic about her life ahead.
Nayla took a deep breath.
“We don't know in front of me how. Go first,” said Nayla, that's all she can say even though she knows Larisa won't be able to. Her best friend wanted a perfect, whole household, like anyone else's.
“This, right, Sunday does Bassta still work?” nayla said to divert the conversation.
“Says there's a problem. He, mas Sultan and some employees with important positions in the company must attend. Do not know what the problem, do not understand me,” reply Larisa and Nayla mangut-mangut.
Larisa was silent again, even stopping to enjoy her food.
Before long the sound of footsteps could be heard, Nayla's two eyes were rounded like one who was looking at the apparition behind Larisa. Larisa frowned in wonder, especially now that Nayla was patting her knees.
Slowly, Larisa looked back, more surprised than Nayla now because her sister Nurani was already next to Nenden.
Conscience kept staring at Larisa, the girl wanted to reveal what she saw, she did not want to hide her brother-in-law's betrayal, she felt uneasy grasping the shameful thing alone. He came alone, with unanimous intentions, hoping that Bassta would be at home to lambast the man if he avoided the complaints and complaints he would have before Larisa.
Conscience knows nothing, not understanding what her brother is facing. It's more complicated than betrayal, and even harder to control if everyone knows the truth.