Love Mas Cousin
Hanung Emotions
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“Bass, what time are you home today?” asked Larisa who was standing in front of Bassta. She took her husband to work. Both of them were on the porch and were unaware that Novia was watching from afar with squinting eyes.
“I'm home fast. Want to meet papa too and papa asked me to take you,” Bassta said.
Larisa's forehead shriveling.
“Why?” He worries.
“So I took the phone call papa to persuade mama to come home but papa want to talk first with us both. He said, while eating together. You can, right?” she said and feared Larisa's refusing.
Out of her expectations, Larisa smiled widely, nodding strongly.
“I want, Bass. I'm also home-bred. Emm, if I can help you shop? Clothes in the closet already do not fit, tight, my stomach will get bigger.” Larisa held her stomach and Bassta was fixated, feeling again the smooth kick she felt last night.
“Bass!” reprimanding Larisa because Bassta instead daydreamed while staring at her stomach.
“OK! Four o'clock you're ready. Don't let mama know we want to go, wait for me in front of minimarket aja.”
Larisa nodded and Bassta's eyes glanced when she saw the shadow of her mother. His eyes blinked, maybe his mother was watching to make sure.
“Ya I've left.” Bassta reached out and Larisa frowned. Both sat.
“What?” Larisa was suddenly confused.
“Cium,” whispered Bassta while frowning.
“Hah?” Larisa gawked, she bit her lower lip cheekily.
Bassta who was scuffling finally stepped forward. Larisa held her breath.
A gentle kiss landed on the woman's forehead, she instantly froze. Bassta then pulled Larisa's hand, lifting her up. Instantly Larisa awakens from her daydream and then shakes Bassta's hand clumsily.
Is this the answer to all his prayers and hopes?
Bassta smiled, Larisa replied.
Novia who saw the two so romantic looked even stomped her feet in annoyance. He thought being in the house would find something that he could make a tool to separate the two but it turned out, even the romance he found.
Larisa looked down, her cheeks were covered in pink, she suddenly blushed and Bassta breathed a sigh of relief at the passing of her mother.
Larisa raised her face as her hand was removed. Both sat.
“Sorry,” says Bassta awkwardly. Larisa is confused. “Barusan no Mama.”
Larisa fell silent, her netting glare was so revealing of despair.
Bassta passed by and briefly turned around, while Larisa was silent and only gave a weak smile. Finally Bassta really left and what she thought was special just now was what Bassta had done by force.
Slowly he turned the body, increasingly pessimistic because his desire to maintain the household did not go to get the green light.
***
While in the corridor of the 19th floor, Bassta was stepping while sticking a cell phone in his ear. He was trying to call Jema who elsewhere was busy with shooting activities.
From the opposite direction there was Hanung who continued to pay attention to Bassta until it made the man uncomfortable.
As the two passed each other and almost passed by, Hanung exclaimed;
“Bass!” Clear enough to make Bassta stop her steps and turn around, looking back at Hanung, her gaze was still irritated at Hanung.
“There is a new cafe not far from here. There is good coffee there, maybe we can chat while enjoying the break,” said Hanung offered with a fluffy smile.
Bassta stuffed the phone into her pants pocket and then stepped closer.
“Betch?” the accusation.
Hanung chuckled crisply. His best friend's shoulders are strong.
“We have been in office for a long time. Do not continue like this, come on,” take Hanung forcibly and finally Bassta does not refuse but the look still shows sincerity.
It only took fifteen minutes to reach the place Hanung meant. He ordered the coffee he meant earlier with some snacks as well.
Bassta sighed, putting the phone on the table so frustrated.
Hanung frowned then sipped his coffee slowly.
“It's hard for him to get called. The turn of him who called if I was late lift, must be raging,” chirp Bassta moaning, his hand outstretched to take a glass of coffee and then try it.
“Wife or affair?” hanung and Bassta asked directly at him sharply.
Hanung laughed now, putting the coffee in his hand.
“Casual, Bass. Okay, it must be Jema, right? Because it can't be Larisa like that, I know her like how.”
“Sok knows!” bela Bassta and Hanung just smiled.
The two were silent for a while until then Hanung spoke again.
“Actually what happened to your marriage? I may be presumptuous to ask but honestly I don't have the time to see Larisa alone at night and out crying. While you were together with Jema, if Larisa knew there was a Jema among you, it would not only hurt her but also mentally. She's pregnant again, Bass,” she explained with a look of unbearable face. His voice also sounded hoarse and hesitant when mentioning Larisa's name.
Bassta who was stroking the coffee cup on her right arm also replied, “Nevent worry because Larisa knows about my relationship with Jema. But Jema, she doesn't know that I already have a wife.”
Bassta spoke so clearly and lightly. Under the table, Hanung clenched his hands and his jaws tightened. He could not hide his emotions when he heard Larisa was betrayed even the woman persisted despite knowing.
Bassta smiled cynically, looking at Hanung fixedly. “You're angry, Nung?” tanyanya and Hanung threw their faces away.