Love Mas Cousin
SACRIFICES

“Heh,” Ketus Bassta calling.

Larisa who walked on her left just silently locked her lips.

“Heh!” Bassta pulled Larisa's wrist and the two of them stared at each other in annoyance.

“Please!” Larisa moves her hand and Bassta holds back.

“Involuntarily, right, you're acting in front of papa? Why did you leave? I'm sure we want to meet papa together even wandering. You don't know I found you like a crazy person?”

Larisa grunts sebal.

Bassta exhaled a long breath. Let go of Larisa's hand.

“Don't kayak so, Ris. Don't make my parents think I'm a wayward child and can't be held responsible.”

“Since when are you in charge?” reply Larisa fast. “As long as you marry me. Your attitude continues to be rude, have you forgotten what papa said earlier? Being an adult means not just feeding but in being.”

Bassta was silent with a glare of sharp eyes.

“I as a wife also want to be appreciated. Presumed there, for example kayak earlier in the store. You are so cute, focus on the same hp. I left because I was ashamed of those there who were laughing about a pregnant wife who was taken by her husband.” Larisa is inflamed, removing a quarter of the junk that makes her sick.

But Bassta looked up with even sharper eyes.

“Isn't that enough? Is it just a small sacrifice and can't you consider it an extraordinary responsibility? Try to ask out there, which man would marry a woman who is pregnant with someone else?” bassta and Larisa were frozen.

His chest felt narrowed hearing the unburdened voice just now.

“Do not hesitate and do not keep demanding. Our marriage is just status not based on liking. If you want a proper household relationship, why don't you ask the man to marry you?” jolt Bassta again, drawing attention around.

Larisa lowered her gloomy face.

The woman's tears slowly fell down, then her hands swiftly swayed her tears.  Not wanting to draw attention around.

The netra belonging to the man before him still blocked the wrath. Larisa did not dare to stare any longer until then Bassta realized the commotion had just become a spectacle.

Bassta quickly tried to neutralize her vexed face. Then he pulled Larisa's hand to leave. While not far from them Jema continued to try to see the figure of a man who looked like Bassta. Unfortunately, he could only see his back behind the human crowd passing by.

“Jem!” call Sally. Raised his hands and made Jema and Ibra look. “To where? Here.” Sally moved her hand.

“Emmmm.” Jema was confused, between seeing Sally or following the figure of the man who had vanished in the crowd.

“Come, Jem. Your friend is waiting,” said Sally again then Jema nodded. Stepping and Ibra followed from behind.

****

The cake is on the table. A warm atmosphere in the home of Larisa's parents. This moment has long been lost. Above the middle sofa are Sadi and Fitria, while Nurani with Ganta selonjoran is a folding carpet in batik patterns. Television broadcast news artist homeland, in the warm news first order there is news about the return of the famous woman figure, Jema.

Conscience's eyes almost pinched looking at that figure. The affair of his sister-in-law, kept that which he said in his heart. No more taste in eating the most delicious mini sus cake made by his mother.

“Emang her artist yes?” ketus Nurani and Ganta connect.

“He's been in a big screen movie. Lt's hard, loh. Maybe because of seksoooy!” Ganta nyengir's.

“Ekhem!” reprimand Sadi with a thud.

Ganta turned his head and found his mother glaring at him.

“Good talk if in front of your sister, Gan,” said Fitria firmly.

Ganta mangosteen indifferent.

“Jelk. Dress less material continues, is not afraid of colds? Do not pack banana leaves to like lemper!” ketus Nurani and all eyes were on him.

“Bening is so ugly. What if you don't see yourself, Nur?” ganta said then violently and Conscience tormented him with a fist. “SAKIT!”

“Nyebelin!” Nurani turned her lips and Ganta smiled. “I am not very pretty but I am not cheap.” Conscience whispers.

“Do not start, deh!” hardik Ganta with a cold look because he thought Nurani mentioned again about Larisa.

Conscience was silent and grabbed her phone on the table. Lazy to see the television that broadcast the cheap woman cheating sister-in-law.

Seeing the togetherness of the first child and his youngest child. Suddenly, Fitria turned to look at her husband's face, but what she found was that her husband's eyes had water.

"Mas," call Fitria and then Sadi dumps face.

"Try you take another susu cake in the kitchen and make milk coffee. Suddenly I'm cold milk coffee, don't keep black." Sadi spoke without looking at his wife.

Fitria nodded, got up and glanced at her two silent children watching. Fitria raised her hand, pressed her index finger to her lips so that her two children did not ask much. The two nodded in understanding and Fitria left.

No matter how much anger parents, no matter how bad the words that have been thrown, it is only limited to the anger that dominates. Still, parents really love their children, especially those far away, always missed and coveted his return.

Is Sadi now beginning to melt into fate? because it continues to obey the lust will be endless, even making it with Larisa increasingly far more untidy let alone looking at each other to find out the news openly. Can Larisa get back together with her family?