Love Mas Cousin
Husband Not Really

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His face was wet after he washed it with both palms. Her black shirt looked wet, also with her hair that she had intentionally wet then she pulled it back. Now, he looked at the scene right in front of him. A large mirror inside the toilet did not reflect his reflection but the image of a languishing Larisa that appeared.

“Why? Why can you want to survive even though you know you will be sick!” the anger between the anger is also not hearty.

After the conversation with Bassta. Hanung chose not to continue, after their coffee ran out, Hanung even left Bassta alone there first.

Hanung feels everything is a dream and he feels the need to ask Larisa the truth.

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As promised, Arif was on his way while Bassta and Larisa were at the clothing store. Larisa is choosing pajamas, her favorite are hand pajamas as well as trousers. Bassta played her phone, occasionally glancing, afraid Larisa was wandering away from her. He's lazy to look around if that's the case.

“Bass, this is good?” larisa exclaimed, raising her hand that was holding a tosca-colored pajama suit.

“Hmmm,” reply Bassta origin, without glancing at the slightest, focus on her phone until Larisa bites her lips because she is embarrassed by the store employees who reflex smile while whispering to each other.

The husband who blatantly does not consider the whereabouts of his pregnant wife, maybe that's what they think, maybe they laugh at her. Larisa immediately glumly stepped away from where her husband was standing. Whether or not it is the same, it is better to be alone!

There is a sense of annoyance in the mind of Larisa, she should not have to ask her husband who is always indifferent to accompany her to buy clothes.

About twenty minutes late, Bassta who was unconscious with the departure of Larisa also twisted her body, her eyes widened in panic, she continued to sweep around.

“Ris.” His mouth let out a whisper, his eyes shining in confusion.

His long legs were now floating, going here and there until then he asked the store clerk. They were happy to tell the handsome man who was married but remained alluring in their eyes with a smile.

Bassta immediately rushed out, looking for where the woman wearing the black dress with the strayed hair was.

Sweating is Bassta now, calling is useless because Larisa activates silent mode on her phone. Bassta's getting freaked out because now Arif's calling.

Bassta slowly rubbed the sweat on her forehead, then she pressed the screen of her phone.

“Halo, Bass. This is Papa already in the place we agreed, you are the same Larisa where?”

Bassta grimaced hearing that.

“That, Pa—” sentence hangs.

“Why? Your voice is like panic.”

Bassta was silent, exhaling slowly to neutralize her panic.

“Larisa didn't exist, it was the same with me. He wanted to buy clothes but just as I was looking, he wasn't there.” Bassta told as she continued to circulate her gaze.

“What did you say? This new Larisa until,” said Arif reply and the look on Bassta's face immediately changed.

“He's really there, Pa?” tanyanya reassured, afraid of mishearing.

“Iya,” clear Arif replied.

“Ya then. I'm following now,” he said annoyed then turned off the call.

Arif in his place also frowned at the tone of his son's speech like that while Larisa opposite him was silent with her head down.

Arif put down his phone, ready to talk.

“Good, Pa. Papa how?”

“Good too. Why don't you and Bassta meet Papa here? You guys quarrel?”

Her in-laws' face showed concern, Larisa felt unbearable to see it.

“Now, Pa. I'm the same Bassta nothing, I just came straight here out of the toilet, did not talk to Bassta first. I forgot, Pa,” he said reasoned. I hope his in-laws believe.

Arif just silently heard Larisa's answer and Bassta appeared by taking the time to snide to Larisa. Larisa replied with a snort then the man sat down next to her.

Seeing the two, Arif shook his head. In front of his eyes alone the two could be so much less behind. Arif was increasingly convinced of what Vivian had told him that the two slept separately.

“Got your face, Bass,” chirps Arif and Bassta glanced at Larisa, looking at her fixedly.

“Where not to tangle. Run him, know it already here first. Can't you talk first? Why should you also meet Papa alone, make people bother!” he was firmly upset and Larisa poked her lips tightly.

Replying to Bassta's words in front of her father-in-law would instead impress her as a dissident wife as well as a disrespectful daughter-in-law.

Patience, that's what Larisa's trying to do.

“Husssh you! Same wife don't be fierce. She's pregnant, too, right? The mood of a pregnant person is worse than that of a woman who comes on the moon. Maybe he wants a baby who wants to meet Papa without you.” Arif laughed loudly after slipping the joke in his expression.

Larisa was also powerless to hold back her smile while Bassta, she was silent with a face so cynical.

“Serah Papa, deh!” Bassta was upset and grabbed the menu book in the middle of the table.

Arif kept smiling and shaking his head.

After they ordered the food, they waited until the food came. Before speaking seriously, Arif wanted to make both of them full first.

They also chatted on the sidelines enjoying the food. When he saw the two almost finished their activities, Arif also said as he grabbed his drink.

“Where in your house? No problem, right?” said Arif and the two looked at him.

“Ngakalan maybe I ask Papa to persuade mama to come home if mama does not make a tantrum. I'm the same Larisa, Pa, just because Vivian's complaint is unclear!” bassta replied irritatedly, he put down the spoon and fork, lazy to continue and Arif snorted at her.

“If Vivian's complaint is true. What reasons make that happen?” straight up Arif spoke, Bassta immediately silently heard him.

“What does Vivian say about mom and dad?” now Larisa's the one who's been telling.

“Vivian says you split the bed. Really? What's the problem until it can be like that?”

Larisa lowered her head and Bassta nudged her arm for him to look for an incoming excuse. Let alone reason, Larisa just felt unable to constantly lie to her husband's family.

“Bass,” reprimand Arif and Bassta stop nudging Larisa's arm.

Bassta was silent now until Arif returned to voice.

“What does Bassta do until you don't want to sleep in her room, Ris?” arif asked his son-in-law who immediately rounded his eyes, shocked to hear his question.

“Kok me? Why is it kayak ..I am not a real husband, Pa?” bassta and Arif protest raised their hands, asking for silence.

Bassta let out a rough breath and Arif looked back at Larisa with a stern look. He wanted to hear what his son was doing to the point of sleeping apart.