Love Mas Cousin
Uneasily

***

“Dengerin Mbak first, Dek.” Larisa pulls the hand of Conscience.

Both of them were full of tears.

Nenden and Nayla wanted to get closer but hesitated.

“Whatever you see, please don't tell anyone, yes. This is a household, can not be meddled by outsiders just like that. Later the problem even widened everywhere. Ma'am sure mas Bassta just khilaf.”

Pain, that's what Larisa felt when saying the opposite to her heart. He was willing to see Bassta and also Jema. He was also heartbroken, shattered and jealous.

Conscience snorted, shook his head in disagreement with what Larisa was asking for.

“Didn't you think about how dad felt with mom if you told them? Are you not worried about the condition of the father who always drops when he hears strange news. Let Mbak finish everything, you just pray,” he said softly and Nurani squeezed her hand strongly so emotionally.

“Don't be too plain, Ma'am, so female!” kecam Nurani's.

Larisa smiling forced.

“Mbak knows what Mbak should do,” Larisa said confidently and Consani wiped her tears.

“Same promise Mbak, yes, Dek.” Larisa spoke with pleading.

Conscience was silent, just staring at me.

“It's enough Mbak to make trouble and also shame for our family. You don't want to add any more problems. If this marriage is the best way, no matter how strong the storm that hit, Mbak will not be able to escape everywhere.”

Larisa now stroked her sister's hair and Nurani slipped away.

“Nurani!” call Larisa toilet.

“Ayo,” invite Nenden to Nayla. They left the pool, followed Larisa and Nurani.

Conscience doesn't like what Larisa's doing. He felt that his arrival was just in vain. Can't help much less save the older brother from the grieving household that surrounded him.

“Dek,” call Larisa then managed to reach the hand of Conscience. Conscience stops when passing Novia.

Novia frowned to see the condition of the face as moist as Nurani and Larisa.

Conscience kept looking, and Novia felt challenged by the boy.

“It is not polite you meet Aunt instead of saying hello even glared!” hardik Novian.

Larisa pulled Conscience parallel to her.

“Sorry, Mom. Conscience is not feeling well anymore. Sorry,” said Larisa with her head bowed.

Novia shook her head then opened her mouth to let out her poisonous venom. But the sound of Bassta's car made them all turn their heads.

The most enthusiastic conscience, his foot stepped out of them all and Larisa's wave immediately followed.

Bassta got out of the car, astonished to see Nurani running around and stopping in front of her.

Bassta then glanced at Larisa who had already caught up.

“Wow! Is it because in the Mall that makes this child come?” bassta said in his heart.

Nurani clenched her lips tightly, her hands clenched, eager to punch Bassta in the face before her.

“Eh, Conscience.” Bassta said, Larisa looked at him as well as herself. “When to come?”

Conscience snorted, and Larisa immediately grabbed her elbow by applying pressure so that Consani did not speak any kind of thing.

“Not too long, but he's in a hurry to go home. Afraid of kesorean,” said Larisa reply.

Conscience looked up, staring in annoyance!

“Oh.” Bassta. “You we interracial?” he stared at Larisa for a moment.

Conscience shakes head.

“Neither! I can go home by myself.” Conscience was so faint that Bassta replied.

Bassta looked at Larisa again and Larisa just rounded her eyes.

“Mbak order a taxi, yes, Dek.” Larisa offers calmly.

“No want,” cynical Conscience replied.

Bassta was silent, clasping her car keys tightly.

Conscience now brushed off Larisa's hand. He advanced before Bassta. The two looked at each other with different looks.

“Please take care of Mbak Larisa,” said Nurani asked.

“Definitely,” Bassta said while glancing at Larisa.

“Why can Mas Bassta answer confidently and even I was made worried?” ketus Nurani and Bassta raised one eyebrow. “This is not just a request from his brother. But this is also a threat, yes, Mas!” firmly connect.

“Hmm?” Bassta pretended to bego.

Bassta lowered her head then Nurani sauntered away without saying goodbye. Larisa held back her lip shakes, she was eager to cry seeing the departure of Conscience after their debate.

Bassta who saw Larisa sadly approached. His hand was already reflexively raised to cupping his wife's shoulder but then he stopped, sculpted, and lowered his arm back stiffly.

****

At night in Bassta's room, Larisa had curled to the right to the left, constantly changing positions but never again he got the most comfortable position to rest. This incident really made him nervous and unable to sleep.

Did nothing happen at home? Does Conscience comply with his request? Does he need to call Nayla to see how things are going at home?

Larisa is now awake, grabbing the phone on the table by the bed. He's looking for Nayla's contact number. I wanted to call but stopped when the door opened and Bassta came in with a special glass of chocolate milk for pregnant women.

“I'm sure you haven't slept.” Bassta approached, handed over the glass and Larisa accepted.

“Still, Bass.” Larisa stared at the puddle of chocolate milk in front of her. Then his face lifted, looking at Bassta. “Where can I sleep after my argument with Conscience this afternoon? He really sees you as Jema.”

Bassta sighed then slowly she sat down on the edge of the mattress.

“Yes how are you doing again? Already already,” said Bassta so lightly and Larisa mendelik sharp.

“You seem to be on purpose,” accused Larisa and Bassta of glaring.

“What did you say? I'm sangaja? Huh?” she screamed emotion and Larisa looked at him in fear.

“Hobbies really accuse people. Where I know he's there, I need to check every place I want to go with Jema. So?”

“Yes not so. What, anyway, you. Emotionally,” woe then sipped her milk slowly.

“Emang yes, you are willing to accuse me continuously. Keep saying what is the same Conscience?” curious reply.

“I asked him not to talk to anyone including my family,” Larisa explained.

Bassta exhaled a long breath and then said.

“If he doesn't recede?”

“We think of the exit later,” says Larisa quickly.

“Do not take everything lightly, deh!”

“Not you like that?”

“You!”

“You, you don't want to ngaku.” Larisa is upset and puts her milk down.

“Ribet, right, everything!” snapped Bassta emotion.

“Aduuuh....Aaaaauhhhh.” Larisa grimaced, holding her stomach.

Bassta panicked and shifted closer.

“Why?” tanyanya panic.

Larisa smiled and looked at her husband so deeply. Larisa felt like laughing to see the two Basstas round so worried.

“To the hospital only now,” said Bassta with a hand that had touched Larisa's stomach without her noticing. “Come,” he said again and Larisa shook her head.

“Why? You hurt even smile like that,” reply Bassta annoyed. “Aaaaaaaaa, ummm.” Bassta was startled, instantly releasing a hand from Larisa's big belly.

Was that how he felt?

“The baby kicked quite hard. I was just shocked and amused, not sick.” Larisa explained while mesem-mesem.

Bassta was silent, staring at Larisa's face and her stomach alternately.

“You did, right, the kick? She likes it when you stroke her,” said Larisa and Bassta threw away her face. As fast as lightning the man's hand floated up his head.

“Bikin surprised you tuh!”

Larisa smiles and tidies her hair. He looked at Bassta who was starting to get up, away from him.

“Bass, where are you going?” asked Larisa while grinning.

“Sleep, lah! You also sleep do not disturb me!” reply Bassta then lay down on the sofa.

Larisa tilted her body, continuing to look at Bassta who preferred to tilt her body by turning her back.

Time passed, Larisa was asleep then Bassta who had not slept turned her body and watched Larisa carefully.

He constantly looked at the figure of the woman he knew as a child. It still feels a dream that now the woman he often nicknamed Culun is his wife.

Bassta sighed, her hands moving before her face. Bassta could not forget the touch of the baby in his wife's stomach. The first time in life, and there was a feeling of pride mixed with opium that he now felt.