Love Mas Cousin
Bassta and Sultan

When Arif returned, he was surprised to see Novia gripping Fitria's wrist tightly until she grimaced.

“Stop blaming my son, Fitri. Bassta wasn't wrong, but Larisa set him up!” Novia glared and Fitria tried to escape but her brother's energy could not be defeated.

“Trapping what, Ma'am? Both of our children are wrong. Simply blame Larisa continues,” growled Fitria and both looked up when Arif's hand exposed Novia's grip until it was released.

“Mas!” nova Bentak did not accept.

Arif glared, not liking Novia to raise her voice in front of others to him. It was an insult to him.

Novia lowered her head, realizing she was wrong and it would be fatal as a result if she insisted on her emotions.

Phitria grimaced, her wrists hurt.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” arif said, both of them were silent and Fitria grabbed her bag, indicating that she was leaving soon. “Novia,” scolds Arif while holding his wife's elbow and Novia doesn't want to talk.

“Sorry, Mom. I can not be long, sorry also because it has interfered,” said Fitria while hooking the bag strap to her left shoulder.

Arif shook his head, pointed at the sofa, asking to sit back but Fitria was lazy to linger in the house.

“Well, let me ask the driver to take you home,” Arif said after consulting Novia.

Phithria passed away and Arif led her. An exasperated Novia was also jealous and finally chose to go back into the room, shutting herself up while ruffling her dresser like crazy.

Outside the house, Fitria refuses when the driver opens the door and makes Arif stop to leave.

“What's up, Fitria? Your attitude is as if something is left behind,” said Arif and Fitria nodded.

“Actually I'm here to ask for Bassta's home address. I want to see Larisa, Mas, I want to know how Bassta and Larisa are. Will you give me the address where Bassta lives?” said Fitria and Arif were silent for a moment. “Please, Mas.” Fitria.

“Listen, Fitri. If your husband knows it will be a problem, try to meet Bassta and Larisa with Sadi's permission. I'm the same Novia does not want to be brought back into trouble, I will send her address to you.”

Fitria smiled, feeling relieved, Arif insisted that he accept to be delivered by the driver but again Fitria refused. Bassta's address was already quite enough for him.

***

“You're tired of work, yes, Bass?” tangent Sultan, the handyman looking for a cause.

Bassta who was busy with her laptop also turned cynical.

“You're bad luck because you've been busy all night with Larisa? I guess she was pregnant because you were framed, apparently because you are like that model, huh?” the Sultan said again and Bassta growled in annoyance.

“Diem, no, lu!” snapped Bassta and Sultan even grinned.

“Should be happy dong? Or do you feel guilty because you have been khilaf to make Larisa pregnant? Having a wife is okay but no one can forbid if you want to mess with other girls out there, Bass. Itung-itung eliminates fatigue,” said Sultan so lightly. “You want me to recommend, no?”

Braaaackdickk.....

Bassta kicked the table, Sultan cengengesan, happy because it had succeeded in provoking his brother's anger.

The Sultan smiled, looking down at Bassta's hand which had now squeezed the collar of his white shirt. Bassta had already clenched his hands, ready to go to the lips of the Sultan who always carelessly spoke it. As his lips opened to give a warning, the door of the room also opened and Hanung entered.

“Sorry, there's Mr. Arif heading here.” Hanung stared at the two intensely, Bassta immediately took off the Sultan's shirt and Sultan gelagapan tidied himself as well as his work desk.

“Why also Papah came suddenly,” grumbled Sultan and Bassta rubbed his nape, he had been irritated since morning because he was late awake and now coupled with the Sultan's ravings.

Arif entered, followed by two people who immediately asked to stand guard outside. Hanung also came out, leaving behind his father and his two children.

“Pah,” greet Sultan friendly.

Bassta was silent, sitting with her face bent. He was still irritated because the position of director was transferred to the Sultan in case he and Larisa.

“What is your job, Sultan?” arif asked but his eyes focused on Bassta who was being nonchalant.

“Current, Pah. Quiet.” The Sultan prides himself while Bassta desperately takes care of everything.

“And you, Bassta?” arif exclaimed with his rotating body facing his son. Bassta was silent, lazily answering.

Arif shook his head and he sat opposite Bassta.

He looked at the face of his son who was so moody. He knew Bassta was angry but he was also disappointed at what Bassta and Larisa were doing. A mistake that tarnishes the family name.

“Sultan, can you leave Papah with your sister for a minute?” pinta Arif and Sultan fell silent, dislike.

“Good, Pah.” The Sultan relented and he kept looking at Bassta who was silent.

“What do you want Papah to talk about now?”

Arif smiled faintly.

“How is your wife?” tanya Arif and Bassta turned their heads quickly, holding their breath or either holding back the annoyance of hearing the fact that now Larisa is his wife.

“He is good,” is short Bassta with a lazy tone.

“She is pregnant, take care of her and your future baby. Baby is not wrong, Papah hope you can be much more mature because the role of a husband and father is not easy.”

“No need Papah remind, I know what I should do.”

Arif cheered a cynical smile.

“Don't be arrogant, Bass. The last time you said that, you made a mistake. And now you are the fruit of what you do. Papah knows you don't like Sultan replacing you, but Papah hopes you can learn from all the things you should never do,” Arif said while patting his son repeatedly on the shoulder.

Bassta was silenced, but the pride in her was not that easy to extinguish.

Again, Bassta ignored the warning that Arif had given.

****

After Arif left the company, the curious Sultan approached Bassta to investigate what was really going on in the room during the thirty minutes.

“Bass,” exclaimed Sultan as he watched his sister step in the hallway alone.

Bassta was silent, waiting for the Sultan to reach her.

“What are you talking about with Papah? You try to instigate Papah so that you are trusted to lead the company, you want to depose your brother, Bass?” sultan with threatening eyes.

Bassta chuckled at the look of fear on the Sultan's face.

“Ngot believe in the same ability yourself, yes, to fear rivaling your own sister?” reply Bassta with a smile of victory because it has succeeded in making the Sultan redden his wrath.

“I'm better than you, Bass. It's just that Papah was late to realize it,” said the Sultan arrogantly.

“We make sure it is later,” ketus Bassta then leave, the Sultan clucked in wrath and continued to mourn the departure of his sister.

The tired Bassta went to see Hanung in her room. Both of them are old friends, while Bassta served as director, Hanung was his secretary.

The change in position that Bassta holds today also affects the position of Hanung which is also not favored by the Sultan. Hanung is not easily bribed, upholding the bond of his friendship with Bassta.

“You must be more patient to face Sultan, Bass,” Hanung said full of remembrance.

Bassta who was smoking cigarettes while holding one leg turned her head.

“By the way just talking, living it hard.”

Hanung smiled hearing that.

“I'm sure Mr. Arif also regretted for giving the company to the Sultan wrongly. Your father was just being emotional at that time, and the employees were still discussing this and wondering what caused your position to be replaced.”

Bassta was now lured to look at Hanung nicely.

“Don't you say that they all know that I'm married let alone Larisa,” Bassta said in a panic.

Hanung shook his head, patted Bassta on the shoulder, calming.

“Your wedding is covered up just that it will either be until when it can always be closed tightly. Maybe soon everyone will know. Oh, yeah, how's Larisa doing?”

Hanung's eyes sparkled when he mentioned Larisa's name.

“I hope everything stays in control until I and Larisa can part ways,” shrieked Bassta and Hanung's forehead shriveled. “Hmmm, yes, he's good. Very good because his work just makes trouble, I am not okay after marriage with him.” Bassta continued with a lazy face.

“Not good to mean divorce. It's not a dating relationship, bored break up as you like but it's a sacred bond of marriage.”

Hanung took it very seriously.

Bassta smiled obliquely, not heeding Hanung's words. Now, he instead unlocks his phone that suddenly rings and displays an incoming call from a number he named with the three-seed ‘Love’ emoticon.