Love Mas Cousin
Tempestuous Emotions

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“Saki! Can work, no?” Jema's clash boomed, making a rowdy whole salon, the woman behind her body shivered in fear because it had made the famous model angry.

“Sorry,” said the salon worker stammeringly.

Jema got up, kicked the chair, leaving him and the woman with no more obstructions.

Jema's eyes bulged, continuing to rebuke him. “Ngot be your work! Mending is leaving in front of me right now. I want to change people, I sign you!”

The annoyed jema pointed at him incessantly. The salon owners panicked to hear the commotion, including Monica who immediately asked the woman who was handling it to stop.

Monica stepped up, approaching Jema. Monica's eyes scoured around, timidly what Jema was doing was recorded by one of them.

“What is this, Ma'am Jema?” The Salon owner spoke.

Jema turned, grunting.

“This Aunt's employee is not a workaholic! Just change the color of the hair until it makes me sick,” complained Jema and the salon owner immediately raised a sharp gaze to his employees.

“Sorry, Ma'am.” The salon employee almost cried.

“Already, Jema.” Monica spoke in a whisper. He did not know what happened but indeed since leaving the house, his son had been tearing up and even constantly berating the driver who he considered rude when absolutely not. Jema is venting her feelings of regret to those around her.

The salon owner continues to apologize, trying to offer service at a discounted price is not kidding. Jema is getting emotional, feeling his self-esteem is lowered by cutting the services offered. Monica was dizzy no longer knew how to calm Jema.

“Jem,” says Monica with a slight glare.

Jema did not care a bit about the reprimand from her mother.

Monica massaged her forehead, Jema continued to nag until her hair was done with her chosen Caramel color. The two are now out of the salon, Jema seems ordinary after making a noise while Monica seems to be ashamed of her daughter's behavior. Monica kept her head down, and they got in the car. Monica immediately ordered the driver to immediately enter the gas.

The car drove and Jema was still grumbling.

“Udah poor, on no work becus! Look, I'll stop coming to that salon!” kecam Jema with emotions that have been in the crown.

Monica who was feeling stressed immediately pulled the shoulder of her child violently. The two sat down with cynicism.

“You crazy? It could be in the place there was who perpetuated the moment of your brutality,” Monica reprimanded.

Jema snorted, fending off Monica's hand.

Monica sighed, then she exhaled slowly. Calm down, that's what he has to do if he wants Jema to listen to his words.

Now Monica stroked Jema's hair very gently.

“Mama worry, Jem.” Monica looked at her heartily, her voice raspy and Jema looked down lethargic.

Monica shuts up, then she settles down on Jema.

“There's a problem? Try the same story Mama.” Monica persuaded.

Jema raised her tired face.

“I'm dizzy, Ma. I went to the salon in hopes of relieving stress but instead met the useless worker!”

Both Monica's eyebrows swooped.

“You fought Bassta?” he asked while leaning his shoulders and the driver in front glanced at the rearview mirror when he heard the man's name.

Jema was now silent, just staring at her mother with teary eyes.

“Why?” ask Monica again slowly.

“I feel Bassta changed.” The jema is so pessimistic. “He never refused anything I wanted. It's Sunday but he could have reasoned to be busy with the client.” He connected with a very irritated tone.

Monica was silent, immediately imagined with a woman who was pregnant. At that time he had seen being held by Bassta when they met at the hospital. Bassta is caught off guard, not realizing that Monica was turning around to look at her but instead finds Bassta tugging at Larisa.

Does he need to tell Jema? But his son would be frustrated and anyway, what he saw at that time could have been wrong. It was possible that the one with Bassta was his relative. Monica is still trying to think positive even though it still feels stuck in her mind.

“Honey,” says Monica is weak. “Maybe Bassta is busy. Not a few days ago you also after going for a walk together? Patience, your future husband is the CEO of his family company. Every day, busy, this and that. Still lucky because he can always meet you on the sidelines of his busy life,” he said calming.

“Sabar, later you can also meet again, yes.” Monica persuaded again and Jema slowly smiled at her. “And what you did earlier should not be repeated. Mama is afraid it will be Boomerang for you,” he continued softly and Jema nodded hard.

Jema's mood was healed. He began to calm down and brushed his hair gracefully back.

Monica breathed a sigh of relief, then she leaned back and closed her eyes.

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“Dek....to here same who?” larisa is nervous when asking questions.

Conscience was silent, constantly staring at Larisa and occasionally looking at her big brother's belly. His niece-to-be was there, a niece he considered so unfortunate as his mother because the father of his future niece was playing crazy with another woman.

“If you know you want to come here. Maybe we could just go with.” Nayla is so cool. Several times he glanced at each other in panic with Larisa.

Both are equally afraid, afraid of Conscience found out and cause problems.

Now Larisa approached and hugged Nurani tightly.

“Mbak kangen with you. Healthy, right, Deck? Dad, mom, how? Ma'am also met with Mas Ganta.” Larisa voiced out softly.

Conscience was silent, her hands were now moving, hugging her brother's tight embrace.

“Mbak,” says Grim Conscience.

Intention to complain Bassta suddenly loosened after seeing Larisa's condition with her big stomach. What would he tell her would it not have a negative impact? Conscience is afraid of his good intentions even cause danger.

Nayla and Nenden were silent, continuing to look at the two.

In another corner, Novia snorted at the crowd in her son's house. He also approached Asih who was wiping the glass of the decoration cabinet.

“Larisa often bring his friends here?” ketus Novia asked.

Asih turned his head, looked at Larisa there and then looked back at Novia with a feeling of anxiety.

“Sometimes germs, Mom. It was also permission first same mas Bassta.” Asih said honestly.

Novia's lips turned cynical then she went to the kitchen to look for something she could enjoy.

While Larisa is still at the edge of the pool and now she invites Nurani to sit down.

“Mbak make drinking, yes.” Larisa was about to get up but Conscience pulled her hand, and she sat back down.

“Mbak later tired,” said Conscience. “I also bring a drink.” Consani touched her sling bag.

Larisa smiled happily because Conscience was so attentive to her.

“You alone?” larisa asked softly and Nurani nodded.

Nurani slowly turned her head, looking at Nenden and Nayla who had dodged to give the two a chance to speak.

“Iya.” Conscience lowered, his countenance seemed indecisive now.

“Same mom Ganta knows?” ask Larisa again.

Conscience shakes head.

“Nobody knows. I was afraid of being caught with my father, so permission to go to the temen house,” said Nurani and Larisa seemed to dislike the lies that her sister did.

“Don't kayak that way again. Mbak sad if you are willing to lie just to meet Mbak.”

Conscience chimed, “No other way, Ma'am. I saw Aunt Novia. Auntie lives here too?”

Larisa shook her head and replied, “Lagi nginep.” His eyes glanced at the in-laws who were walking towards the second floor.

Conscience took a glance, she bit her lip and kept thinking is it necessary for her to tell Larisa about Bassta? There was also Novia. Conscience thought that Novia would be astonished by her son's behavior and surely her brother would be defended desperately. Conscience does not yet understand that no in-laws agree on the faults of their son and will instead constantly blame the shortcomings of their son-in-law.