Love Mas Cousin
Oh Jema's
Larisa looked down miserably, her hands touching her smooth big belly. She sat alone, covered in envy as she looked around other pregnant women accompanied by their husbands, while alone in the corner.
Dreaming of being able to be accompanied by Bassta was very insolent, Larisa brushed off and avoided an embarrassing wishful thinking. True to what Bassta said, he should have been grateful to have been accommodated. And Bassta's current attitude change is the fruit of the snare of the problems he's doing.
“Those bastard ..I do’ may your life be shackled to the end of life!”
The grunts that were released from the thin lip blade of Larisa made a sepuh woman next to her turn her head. Realizing that her expression was too loud, Larisa also chose to get up and change seats.
Only the figure of the man could make Larisa emotional. The bastard guy, the jerk who lulled him down until he was willing to be fertilized. Now, Larisa has to bear the burden alone. Hated by Bassta and his family, and exiled by his own family.
Not once did it come to Larisa twice to go to her house, she wanted to meet her father, mother, Ganta and her sister Nurani. He missed the atmosphere of his home, and either his father would open the door for him again.
Tainted and humiliated, it plunges into a pleasant pit of sin at the beginning but torments afterwards.
Larisa can only regret, avoid useless and before this she had thought of ending her life by suicide. But all that failed, again because of Bassta. Bassta helped, accommodated but also tortured with a change in attitude that was very far in the past.
It is true that people say, humans will change when hit by severe problems. Some can be willing to accept, some are crazy to live it. And in order to make up for what she had already charged, Larisa promised herself that she would be a good wife even though Bassta would never appreciate anything she did.
“Bu Larisa!” exclaimed the Pharmacy and Larisa immediately stood up, walked over, did the administration and then left the hospital.
Larisa has arranged an interview with her best friend Nenden and also Nayla in Mal.
***
“Bass, I'm home in a week. You promised to pick me up at the airport, right? Don't forget.”
Jema, the sound of his echo is so melodious tickling the eardrum Bassta who is now standing on the balcony.
The longing is passionate, want to meet soon to be channeled.
“Obviously I'd love to, Jema. There is no way I forgot about you,” Bassta said with a cry.
Hanung from inside could only shake his nose, he thought of Larisa. If Larisa knew Bassta's behavior, she would be very sad. Hanung regretted that he could not do anything to help Larisa, honestly, he was still disappointed because why could the innocent woman who became his dream could give up her pride and purity.
Bassta is handsome and rich, but only crazy women willing to voluntarily break away to men outside marriage.
“Thank God you didn't forget,” Jema said so cheerfully.
“You must miss the atmosphere of the homeland. You've been in America a long time, Jema. I also definitely pangling see you later,” Bassta said gently.
Jema chuckles small.
“We often make video calls. Don't overdo it, deh. You can just make me embarrassed,” said Jema while lowering his voice at the end of the word.
Bassta laughed, instantly able to imagine how red her face would be when embarrassed like that.
“You want video call?” bassta Tawal.
“Emmmm.” Jema thought hard because soon he had to finish one more job.
“Can't, huh?” Bassta was a little disappointed.
“There's work to be done, Bass. Are you busy tonight?”
“We'll see later,” says Bassta sounds weak.
“You're fine, right, Bass? How are Om Arif and Aunt Novia?”
Stuck, Bassta immediately poked her lips tightly.
Is her mother reluctant to meet? Still blaming him and going to reproach him again like the past, then?
Bassta still felt anxious.
“Iya, fine.” Bassta replied in a soft voice. His face suddenly glum. Hearing Bassta's voice change, Jema was silent for a moment and then asked again.
“There are more problems between you and your parents? Usually because of work or other problems that make you angry with your parents this time, Bass?”
Bassta directly massaged his forehead.
“No problem, Jema.”
“Oh, yes?” Jema felt Bassta was hiding something. “Truthfully with me, Bass. What's up, anyway?”
Bassta was silent and confused to think of a reason to answer Jema's question.
Before long, someone's voice called out to Jema, Jema replied in an annoyed tone because he still wanted to talk to Bassta.
“Solve your work, Jem. I also have to go back to work,” said Bassta and Jema cleared her throat.
“OK, but later after we meet. You will not be able to avoid me, note it!”
Jema chuckled, carefree but it made Bassta shrivel in fear.
Larisa suddenly flashed in front of him. If Jema knew about Larisa, what would it be like?
Just imagining it makes Bassta feel mumet.
“OK,” is short Bassta and the call is over.
Before long Bassta left the balcony, Hanung looked at her and Bassta let her go before Hanung threw out the wobbles that made her dizzy.
***
In the mall, Larisa was looking at the baby girl's clothes. Colorful, various models, much more varied than baby clothes for men. Crossing the desire in his mind, want a baby in his womb is female. Larisa has already been told about the sex of her baby, but the ultrasound results are not always true about the sex of the baby.
“It's funny, huh?” said Nenden and Larisa turning her head, nodding.
“Emang already sure your baby is a girl, Nden?” ask Nayla.
Nenden smiled, nodding confidently.
“Who knows his USG results did not miss, right?” reply Nenden and Nayla smiled. Now, Nenden turned to Larisa who was so quiet as never before. “Larisa, didn't you run out of USG? How is your baby?” Nenden was so excited.
“Healthy, right?” exclaimed Nayla, she was anxious because she knew that Larisa had a burden of mind that could cause stress and affect the development of her pregnancy.
“Iya, healthy.” Larisa smiled faintly.
“You alone checked it?” ask Nenden again. “Busy what, anyway, the Bassta to the extent that it does not allow the bin to be checked. That's your baby together, guarded and cared for together.”
Larisa screeched, she was at a loss to explain how.
“Bassta is an important person, Nden.” Nayla tries to calm things down but Nenden continues to talk, demand, and wonder why Bassta was so indifferent to Larisa's pregnancy.
Larisa and Nayla occasionally cast glances, face to face in silence, listening to Nenden's complaints.
Nayla knows but not with Nenden and if Nenden knows, maybe he won't talk much like that.