Love Mas Cousin
MONICA'S INTENTIONS
Bassta let go, shocked by Larisa's reaction.
“I megangkannya not kenceng, until his side?” bassta and Larisa turned their heads.
Larisa gasped as Bassta pulled her hand.
“Lease!” Larisa brushes but Bassta insists.
Turning blue, that's what Bassta first saw.
“Hand of you why?” Bassta asked constantly staring at the bruise.
Larisa pulls up the short sleeve of her pajama shirt.
“Nenggol closet,” said origin.
Bassta's forehead swooped sharply.
“Not be careless. Have you been compressed yet?” he said again and Larisa just shrugged her shoulders. Being ignored, Bassta poked Larisa on the shoulder and made Larisa turn her head. “Compress there.”
“I'm going to sleep, Bass. No need to be compressed as well, later also lost. Go there, ah, don't bother me.”
Bassta grunted sebal. “Even if compressed, later bruise more quickly lost.”
“I'm males, Bass. Up and down, tired.” Luh Larisa then stuffed pieces of watermelon into her mouth.
Bassta hissed then passed away.
Larisa secretly smiled and was more enthusiastic about enjoying the fruit and milk.
“He must have come down to take the compress,” Inner Larisa happy.
***
It was morning, there was already a lot of work agenda waiting. But Jema is still faithful on her bed. He experienced insomnia after not succeeding in getting rid of the assumption that burdened his mind. Nor did he not believe Bassta's explanation, but he felt the need to prove everything himself so as not to regret it in the future.
“Jem, wake. Sally has been waiting for you.” Monica had come knocking on the door for the second time and called out.
Just glancing at the door, Jema felt a reply to get out of bed. Now Monica finally snuck in after unhappily opening the door. Know his son does not like it, but if he does not do it, his son will experience a lot of losses.
“Aaan, anyway, Ma?” ketus Jema while dropping the face on the pillow.
“Come get up ready. Sally has been senewen from earlier waiting for you not to go down.” Monica pulled the blanket and Jema sat down lazily. Hair's messy. “Ayo.”
“Hmmmmm.” Although lazy finally Jema lowered both legs, stepped away to go to the bathroom. To shower as well as continue his daydream about yesterday's incident.
After Jema took a bath, preparing, Monica came back with a glass of carrot juice mixed with tomatoes. Jema took a quick glance and Sally who was already in Jema's room left after getting a stare code that was aired by Monica.
“Why did Mama ask Sally to leave? What do you want to say?” ask the woman by leaning her waist against the edge of her dressing table.
Monica stared, stepping closer.
“You haven't slept all night? If your eye bags fold, will you? Honey, as a model, the appearance was number one.” Monica reminded while tidying Jema's hair.
“I also know, Ma.”
Jema crossed her hands in front of her chest.
“Terus?” monica Sahut. The jema is silent. “There are more problems with Bassta?”
The jema is silent again.
“Now what's your problem, anyway?” asked Monica curiously.
The initially lethargic looking jema looked towards his mother.
Monica looked up in shock at hearing that.
“Serious?” Tucked a vexed tone in his expression.
Jema nodded weakly.
“He reasoned what?”
“From clothes, posture, I'm definitely sure it's him. But he said it could be someone else who has clothes like him as well as his posture is also like him. But can it be that similar?” His eyes narrowed, showing doubt.
Monica was dumbstruck, imagined the events of that time. He could not accept if his daughter was being cheated.
“You sure, Jem?” said Monica make sure.
“Surely one hundred percent, Mom.”
Monica was pensive and Jema was silent daydreaming.
Needy, Monica felt the need to say it.
“To be honest, Mama once met Bassta in the hospital and mergokin her again the same girl. But she's like she's pregnant, honey.” Monica spoke quietly, Jema immediately squirmed her body when she heard this. His originally clenched hand was weak, now clenched so tightly.
“The reason is to visit, but why is she the same girl? Mama has never seen that girl if she's Bassta.”
The emotions are getting more emotional hearing it.
“Bass—” Jema choked, her jaw hardened, the glint of her eyes implying that she was very wrathful.
“But we have to make sure that first and Mama again trying to find time to meet with Aunt Novia. Want to ask about the seriousness of your relationship,” said Monica and Jema stepped away. “You should not be rash,” he said as he approached, holding Jema's stiffened shoulder.
“Mama will ask people to find out everything,” whispered Monica right in Jema's ear. Jema was silent, but his mind was wandering.
****
At Bassta's house, the man was eating his breakfast voraciously. She stared at Larisa, who kept silent and tried to avoid eye contact with her.
"Why did you keep getting so many out of this?" jutek Bassta asked.
"Who is also a manyun. Ordinary people too," replied Larisa ketus.
"Don't like breakfast and breakfast with your husband, hemm?" Bassta's upset.
Larisa stared, squinting her eyes.
"Tuh, tuh, your eyes are like that. Why? Need what? Girls if again sensi there must be another want," he said while bribing again and Larisa got up. "Your hope is not over. Don't leave before your husband finishes eating, are you horrified? YAAAAAAA!" she shouted loudly but Larisa just passed by.
Larisa felt bad, last night she thought Bassta would return to bring warm water as well as compresses for her wounds. But apparently, after an hour he waited, Bassta never returned.
Wishing is too painful.
"It's all right, Mom? Maybe Sister Larisa is tired again," said Asih who had just approached.
Bassta shook her head, all her needs were already on the table.
"He was emotional early in the morning. Emotions are just," his grunts as he glanced at Larisa who had vanished up the stairs.
Asih shifted closer then whispered, "Pity Mas mbak Larisa, do not be scolded continuously. Yesterday when there was a mother, mbak Larisa got scolded only. Sister Larisa's hand is also sick again, because of Novia's mother."
Bassta stopped his activities abruptly. He looked up and Asih nodded, earnest with what he was stirring.
Last night passed through the man's mind. Was that the result of Larisa's dispute with her mother?
Bassta was silent, her appetite vanished and she kept staring at the stairs. Wishing the woman down to take her up to the terrace and that's where she'll question Larisa.