Love Mas Cousin
HANUNG LARISA'S

Bassta finally sat down, silent for a moment until then embracing Jema's soft shoulder.

“Serious, Jem. I just came by now, find you here. You always keep suspicious, which like that makes our relationship squabble only.” Bassta combed Jema's hair. “Sorry that I was rude, yes.” His voice is getting weaker.

Jema cried sobbing, imagining the figure he saw just now continuously. Being adamant with what he saw and with the content of his mind would instead make the quarrel between himself and Bassta elongated. Finally, he resigned even though it became a shame in his mind.

“Jem, sorry.”

The jema is still.

“I've been belain nyiapin all just for you. You're not interested in seeing what I bring?”

Bassta stared weakly, disappointed that Jema was difficult to conquer.

The two now sat in silence. Secretly also in his heart Bassta was being possessed by anxiety, fearing Jema could not believe his bragging.

“Truly it wasn't you?” ask Jema again, wanting to be sure.

“I have to do something for you to believe? I dare, kok!” challenge the man.

Jema is silent, Bassta pulls the sheet and wipes Jema's tears. Jema let until Bassta cupped her cheeks softly. Their foreheads lean against each other.

“Do not cry directly,” pinta Bassta. “You believe, right, same me?”

Jema looked at the nanar then before long she nodded.

Nodding the woman's head was able to make the tension that Bassta felt suddenly disappeared.

“Long again, lie on. I promise you, I'll be honest with you if I'm actually married. I just need the right time. I am also sure you will understand, after all I married because I was forced,” Bassta said in his heart.

Bassta inched away, took what she had brought and gave it to Jema. A grocery bag containing a bone white dress, the price does not need to be mentioned anymore, obviously Jema does not want to receive cheap goods and Bassta is very familiar with her lover can not wear goods carelessly.

The atmosphere was resolved, both of them were enjoying the time together. Jema did respond to the joke from Bassta with a cheerful laugh, but in fact she was very deep. He felt that what he saw was not a matter of misunderstanding or coincidence. It could be a signal that shows the incident that was deliberately hidden behind him, Jema thought.

****

“You are happy, right, because Aunt wants to be picked up by Aunt?”'s husband exclaim Novia with high notes.

Larisa who was pensive after sipping water in the kitchen was gasped.

“What, Ma?” Larisa's forehead shriveling.

Novia glared straight at.

“Mama, mama, don't call Aunt Kayak that. Not polite!” her hardiness returned and Larisa took a sip of her wet lips.

“Suami Aunt again on the way. By the way are you the same husband Auntie?”

“I'm the same Bassta does not talk strangely kok.” Larisa kept staring at Novia.

“You must be weird.” His index finger pointed arrogantly.

“No, Tan.”

“No way you don't macem-macem.” Novia moved her hand, pressing Larisa's arm firmly.

Larisa is complaining of pain.

“Who met Arif I'm with Bassta. Bassta says a lot, I'm brave, Auntie. Sakiiiiit.” Larisa almost cried, tired on the way, tired also with the contents of the mind and now the more physical pain hurt.

“Do not, Mom. Poor Mbak Larisa.” Asih who just entered the kitchen because he heard the noise immediately said.

Novia raised a sharp look at him then Asih retreated so scared of him.

“Tante, pain.” Larisa squirms to break away but Novia further strengthens her grip.

“You don't like Auntie at Aunt's own house. Basic bale! Make it hard, make it shy!” The meaning ended with a hand-throw that made Larisa almost fall out of her chair.

“Yes God. Why can I have a ghost like this!” novia screams in frustration, she stomps her feet then passes away to tidy up her belongings. Arif threatened, if he did not immediately prepare, no shopping rations for half a year. The thing that Novia fears the most even though Arif is actually just joking.

Larisa who is now crying was approached by Asih. He hugged the woman who was still weak.

“Patience, Mbak.”

Larisa nodded slowly.

“Aibi shouldn't have interfered earlier. I'm afraid Aunt Novia's messing with Auntie.” Larisa tightened her embrace and Asih shook her head.

“Ngak will, Ma'am. Calm down.” Asih continued to stroke Larisa's hair and Larisa closed her eyes.

Shortly thereafter the doorbell sounded. Larisa looked up, and Asih looked down, the two looked at each other.

“What is Bassta's papa, huh, Bi? Want to pick up Auntie,” Larisa said.

“Let Aunty see first, Mbak.” Asih moved from where he stood and Larisa nodded while staring at Asih's departure.

Because Asih never returned, Larisa thought it was actually Arif who picked up Novia. He left the kitchen to check on her, but when he saw who was walking next to Asih, Larisa was immediately fixated.

“Mas Hanung, Ma'am. He said he wanted to meet with Ms. Larisa,” said Asih slowly.

Larisa frowned then Hanung smiled blandly.

“Hanung?” Novia's voice shrieks from the second floor, watching the arrival of her son's best friend.

Hanung looked up, smiled and nodded small.

“Bu Novia's. How are you, Ma?” said Hanung and Novia just nodded.

“Bassta hasn't come home yet,” exclaim Novia.

Hanung glanced at Larisa then replied, “Let me wait.”

“Oh, yes already.” Now Novia turned to staring Asih. “Make him drink,” command hard then Asih passed.

Left behind Hanung and Larisa now. Larisa squeezed her fingers as Hanung approached.

“What's up, Larisa? Again I see you with eyes that worship.” The man's apology instantly made Larisa spontaneously touch his eyes.

“No, Mas.” He shook.

“I came here not because of Bassta, but because of you. Can we talk?” her door was gentle and Larisa unhesitatingly shook her head, she refused.

“Ngak good with the mother-in-law if in a husband's condition is not there but openly chatting with other men. Sorry, yes, Mas.”

After speaking Larisa walked over to leave but Hanung's exclamation stopped her.

“You know about Jema and Bassta?”

Larisa is silent. His reply succeeded in getting Hanung provoked to walk over to him.

Now, Hanung has arrived before Larisa. Both sat.

“You know?” Hanung was in disbelief and Larisa just kept quiet. “You know your husband cheated on you and you just kept quiet?”

Hanung leaned his body slightly. Larisa immediately threw away her face.

“Whatever happens. It was not Mas Hanung's right to ask. That's my problem with Bassta.”

“That's important to me, Larisa.” Hanung pulls Larisa's wrist. The woman was shocked.

“Means?” Larisa stared carefully, looking around for the joking look on the face of the man before her. But all he found was a stiff face wrapped in seriousness with all his expressions.

“Because I like you. I'm sure you're aware, we're pretty close when you're still working in the office. Your marriage to Bassta is the most heartbreaking thing especially when I know that you continue to be hurt.”

Larisa tries to let go of Hanung's hand after hearing it, but the man holds back.

“Mas,” Lirih Larisa.

“What keeps you quiet even if you know Bassta is not loyal?” her tanyanya urged and Larisa managed to let go of her hand.

“Please go, Mas.” Larisa glanced at the door. “The arrival of Mas Hanung this time is really disturbing.”

“This is because I'm tired of seeing your husband's behavior, I can't keep quiet any longer.” Hanung's voice swallowed, he looked so worried and fragile. “Make coming here, to say everything like this as well as you it is not easy for me, Larisa.”

Larisa kept looking with wet eyes.

Hanung continued to speak, asking Larisa not to be silent about Bassta's behavior. Larisa was eager to explain for the man to be quiet, but again she remembered that the problem with Bassta was not a small matter that everyone would be easy to understand.