Love Mas Cousin
DENOUNCE

Black clouds rolled up above the sky there. Hanung who was pensive on the porch of his house with a fall on a long rattan chair continued to look at the darkness before him.

‘She's rescue. Whatever he did, I have no right to sue let alone to temper’

The last expression of Larisa this afternoon that made her disappointed until then decided to leave the house.

“What has Bassta done to the extent that you have been hurt, you still accept it?” hanung muttered then pulled the thin blanket he used to protect his calf from mosquitoes.

“Nung, what time do you want to sleep?” his mother exclaimed from within.

Hanung got up then walked in with an excited look on his face.

***

“Papa take home mom but you guys promise not to keep making a fuss let alone to split the bed.” Arif's expression made Bassta and Larisa glance at each other.

Novia who sits alone makes a cynical delicacy of the eye.

“Iya, Pa.” Bassta replied briefly.

“Ya already because it's night too. Papa same mom wants to go home.” Arif rose up followed by Novia. Novia walked away first with a vexed look of annoyance.

“Mama seems angry,” says Larisa slowly.

“Later also healed if already invited shopping.” Arif grinned and Larisa smiled. “Jagain Larisa.” Now Arif turned to Bassta and gave a small pat on his son's shoulder.

Bassta nodded then grabbed her mother's bag. They all went outside. Bassta and Larisa stood staring at the departure of the two from the terrace.

After the car was far away, Larisa turned around and went inside the house. Bassta followed and when she had just lifted her foot up the stairs, the man exclaimed;

“Heh!”

Larisa stopped, twisted her body, looked at her nano husband.

“What?” in short.

“Engine your things from room!” bassta insisted.

Larisa breathed a long breath.

“No need to tell me I know too!” reply Larisa ketus then continue her steps.

Bassta snorted at Larisa's reply which was so cynical.

Larisa arrived in her husband's room. He didn't clean his stuff right away. The woman fell silent, ringing with Hanung's complaint this afternoon.

“If my marriage with Bassta was normal from the beginning like any other wedding. Maybe I have the right to sue for the treason he committed but we were different, I had to be ready from the start with whatever Bassta wanted to do. He who never considered this marriage,” said Larisa to the heart.

He was pensive again then before long he rushed to clean up everything before Bassta came and let out a scolding.

Wajtu passed, the clock continued to go ahead in the morning, Bassta had not yet slept in his room. He was still awake on the left side, where Larisa used to sleep curled up as long as Novia was in their house.

“Kok is weird, yes, don't see him here. She can sleep, right? Usually he likes to wake up because of back pain, his stomach is getting bigger, his sleeping position is not good. Is he not asleep yet?” bassta Mummings.

As long as they slept in the same room, at least Bassta knew what the pregnant woman often did. Sometimes waking up to go to the bathroom, or even enjoying a snack due to an increased appetite as her pregnancy ages.

The curious Bassta finally jumped down from the bed. She wore brown rubber slippers and then walked out of her room. Arriving at his wife's doorstep, he was pensive, his wild thoughts again provoking and raising that he should not overdo it with his wife, after all his wife was not pregnant with her child. That's another boy, shouldn't care.

But his conscience again whispered, encouraging him constantly to draw near to his wife because it should be. He who wants to marry, he must also be ready to accept whatever happens.

Bassta's right hand has now pulled the doorknob. Turn it slowly until the door opens. His eyes widened when Larisa did not he find in the bed, there was only a roll of tangled blankets there. His feet entered in haste, he twisted his body and probed around.

“Larisa,” call it.

No answer, Bassta finally forced herself to open the bathroom door. Larisa wasn't there.

“Where to, anyway?” Start nagging with anxious face water.

His feet now stepped up to check the rest of the house, but he stopped when Larisa came in with a tray filled with fruit pieces as well as a glass of vanilla-flavored milk.

“Bass?” Larisa is confused and Bassta delicates.

“Where are you from? Make people panic.”

Larisa replied nervously, “I'm hungry so go to the kitchen. What are you doing here?”

Larisa put the tray.

Bassta continued to look.

“Cuman rattled,” he said reasoned and Larisa frowned. Larisa looked at Bassta in wonder. “Not to worry about it like that. I know that I'm really charismatic.” He brushed his hair back.

“Sih!” Larisa rounded her eyes. “Out there, I want to sleep.”

Bassta shrugged and sat on the edge of the mattress.

“I can't sleep.”

“That's your business.” Larisa continues and Bassta notices Larisa's back.

“I want to ask,” chirps Bassta and Larisa raised her face. Sounds serious, is that about Hanung?

“Si Hanung was here? Why didn't you say? Why did he find you?” he and Larisa sighed softly.

“She's ugly-ugly your husband, yes, Larisa?” tanyanya was upset. “Basic, nosy same household people. Why not make your own household?” said annoyed.

“She complained about you with Jema,” replied Larisa and Bassta fell silent. “She wondered why I could resign while my husband was having an affair.”

Bassta clucked cynically.

“The message is the same he did try?”

“Because he likes me and because he cares more than you, Bass. She was worried about my condition even this baby in my womb. Maybe for you it intervenes, but it's a concern and not everyone can admit the same thing. Could he try to protect you his best friend even though he has a taste,” said Larisa at length. Bassta clenched her jaw and then got up and approached Larisa.

“You seneng?” Bassta snapped, pulling Larisa's hand violently and Larisa complained of pain in her hand.