Love Mas Cousin
ALLEGATIONS

Larisa leaned her head against the glass of the half-open taxi car. Her unraveling hair scattered in the wind. He let her, let her tears fall down her cheeks. Pain and disappointment are the real colors in her marriage. His intention to change that color with beautiful colors like a rainbow would be fulfilled? So hard-hearted and difficult to get attention especially affection from her husband.

Not only speech, he was also disappointed because Bassta did not want to take him home. The man ordered a taxi, asked her to go home by herself.

The taxi driver did not stop glancing at the rearview mirror, worried because the passengers continued to cry but to ask was not polite. He's just a service provider, whatever his passengers do as long as it doesn't hurt, it's their right.

Bassta doesn't want to drive Larisa because she has to tidy up first to the barbershop. The time is enough at once also want to buy a bouquet of flowers for her lover. Bassta does not know that her lover is being overwhelmed with misgivings and is ready to interrogate her when she meets later.

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Jema looked down gloomily waiting for the arrival of her lover. While Ibra seems to be upset because Jema is still related to Bassta.

“Ibra, what if we also find food?” chirped Sally flirtatiously and Ibra turned her head.

“No, Ma'am. I'm still full.” He looked back at Jema.

Sally was unyielding, quickly embracing firmly the man's burly arms.

“Mbaaaaak.” Ibra is overwhelmed by Sally.

“From here to goat sponge. Ayooooo.” Sally continued to pull until finally Ibra resigned then they went from the VVIP room of the luxury restaurant.

While in the middle of the road, Ibra and Sally cross paths with Bassta who carries a bouquet of flowers and a grocery bag. Sally was grinning and Bassta with Ibra staring at each other for a long time.

“She's inside. I can't wait to see you,” said Sally and Bassta smiling little.

“Ya I'm in first.” Bassta passed away and Ibra's sharp eyes did not stop blocking Bassta.

In his steps to meet Jema. Bassta was trying to remember something.

“I feel I've met that guy. Who, huh? Why the same Sally? Or is that Sally's boyfriend? Sally's the girl's going on. What is a guy who doesn't know?” bassta murmured while continuing to lift his long legs.

A moment later his head shook, feeling no need to take care of such trivial things.

When Bassta enters the room. The food just came out, by chance. Jema asked for food to be prepared faster because her stomach could no longer wait longer to fill. Its solid work makes it difficult to fill the stomach at the right time.

“Jem,” says Bassta and Jema rise.

The two hugged, Bassta hugged very tightly.

“There was a little obstacle earlier. Sorry,” said the man while loosening a hug. When his lips were about to be glued to Jema's lips, Jema dodged and the right made Bassta look confused.

Jema lowered her head, observing the clothes Bassta was wearing. Sure enough, it was very similar to the man he had seen earlier. It's just a different haircut.

“You got a haircut?” tanya Jema and Bassta touched her hair.

“Cuman dirapiin slightly. It's not good to see you but messy hair. Come sit.” Bassta grabs Jema's wrist but Jema fends him off hard. Instantly, the two looked at each other with different gazes.

Jema stared so sharply, and Bassta was silent in confusion.

“You were before we met already in the Mall, right? You're the same chick, who is it, Bass? Don't try to lie, I obviously saw it was you. This shirt package.” Jema almost cried.

“What are you talking about, honey? Where is there that? I just came.”

“Not lie!” yell Jema kalap.

Bassta, watch around. Shame on people until his face turned red.

“Jema, you can't talk well. Don't use a shout. Shy.” Bassta whispers.

The jema shook his head violently. Step back away from Bassta.

“You cheated, right? Damn you, Bass!” One blow floated into Bassta's chest.

Bassta was silent even though her chest was sore.

“Sit.” Bassta pressed down on the woman's shoulder and Jema's cry instantly spilled.

Jema is crying as she pleases, the bodo time where she is. Bassta's confusion calms him down and Jema insists on asking him to be honest. How can he be honest about his marriage to Larisa? He doesn't know his relationship with Jema ran aground because of that. He wants to keep the relationship up to the marriage stage. No matter how angry Jema is, he must be able to make a reasonable lie for Jema to believe.

"Passsss." The jema won't be touched.

"Shamefully. You are not an ordinary person, if there is something later you are also bothered. Talk carefully, don't habitualize your emotional blur."

Jema wiped her tears and Bassta next to her kept looking.

"I was busy at the office. I have a little time to buy this." He pointed at the bouquet of flowers and a gift of a bag for Jema. "The clothes I pack are many that sell and pack. I'm not the only one who has."

"But I'm sure it's you." Appoint the Jema to the chest of the Bassta field.

Bassta grabbed Jema's hand gently.

"Don't try to cheat me!" jema Teh.

"Where can I be? Or you just look for reasons that are not logical this way because you already have another guy. That so?"

Jema's forehead folded to hear the accusation that turned to him.

"Why am I? Don't make it up, yeah!" jema Sentak.

"You made it up because of my clothes you accused me of cheating. It's someone else, just because you keep thinking negative things about me. You feel it's really me, not this once doang ya recriminate like this." Bassta's voice rose, now Jema who was worried with around. How would it be if there was news about him being yelled at by his own girlfriend, such lowly news he would not bear it.

"Bass, shut up." Jema.

"I'm tired, you accuse me." Bassta got up and Jema grabbed her hand. Afraid that man would leave her. "Not bother with low things like this. Tired of me."

Jema continued to cry and Bassta was already standing while staring at Jema. Unbearable feelings, but what?