Love Mas Cousin
HAEMORRHAGIA

Bassta snorted, she looked at the watch that was coiled around her left arm. Twenty minutes he waited, Larisa never came. That woman won't drive him to the porch this morning?

His face bulged in annoyance, his long legs stepped quickly and got into the car then slammed the door hard enough. The security guard only glanced at his employer early in the morning was jarring. While on the second floor, Larisa silently peeked at Bassta's departure.

***

“Mother's going to Bassta's house. I can't see your sister, Gan.” Fitria spoke in a hoarse voice.

Ganta who was wearing his shoes was silent, his eyes were shining blankly.

“Waiting for approval from your father, don't know when. Kelama.” Phythria spoke again.

Ganta stood up, twisted his body then grabbed his sling bag.

“We find the right time, yes, Mom. Patience first.” Ganta stroked the shoulder of the fitria loyo.

Fitria sighed fretfully then turned her face away.

“I go first,” says Ganta pampit.

Fitria looked then nodded.

After Ganta's departure, the Conscience who heard everything felt pity. He clearly saw the look on his mother's face that was always moody despite trying cheerfully as if he did not feel and think of anything.

Phitria looked over when her hand was touched. He stared at the other eye in his daughter's netra.

“Mothers want to meet Larisa?” the word Conscience slowly.

Phitria was silent, astonished.

“Mbak Larisa also misses Mom, same dad. Same we all.” Conscience connected with trembling lips, as she recalled the betrayal Bassta had committed.

“But your father, said masmu also—” The sentence hangs because Conscience interrupts.

“We can go both. I also never met mbak Larisa alone because waiting for permission from father, do not know when.” Conscience whispered and Phitria pulled him into the house. Invite him to sit together.

“What did you say earlier, Conscience?” search for Fitria while looking seriously.

Conscience stared back, he nodded reassuringly to her words.

“If your father knew?” fitria's voice rose, with Nurani quickly clasping her mother's hand tightly.

“Ngak will, Mom. If you want, let's go together.”

It did not seem the slightest doubt on her son, but still it made Fitria anxious. Imagining Sadi's wrath, she was very scared.

“Mbak Larisa all right, Mom. He keeps asking mom to be the same dad,” said Nurani urged. “No harm in meeting a child even if you have to secretly from the father.”

Fitria was listening.

“We do not know what experienced mbak Laris in the family of Aunt Novia who is arrogant that exorbitant. It could be that Laris is entrenched,” said Nurani then nodded, he was very eager to complain Bassta, but he could not break his promise to Larisa.

Fitria took a rough breath, anxiety burst into her mind.

Novia's hatred could have been bestowed on her second child. If that really happened, he wouldn't be willing.

Silent long enough, Nurani could not wait anymore, she had to go to school.

“Iya, Nura. Mom wants.” Fitria made a sound after Conscience got up to leave. Consani smiles and will soon invite her mother to meet Larisa.

****

The time of the day passed so quickly, filled with emotions as well as melancholy. Jema really can't concentrate on her work, it makes Sally senewen have to foamy to throw inducements at those who feel dissatisfied with what Jema gives after spending a lot of money on the model.

“You could get in trouble, Jem. Working professionally what is the difficulty?” said Sally who had held it again with her careless attitude Jema.

Jema raised her hand, asking the woman who was polishing her face to stop. His eyes glared sharply at Sally.

“You want to be angry, Jem? I am talking not as a manager, but as a friend who is afraid his best friend's career disappears after being pioneered desperately.” Sally was emotional and Jema was looking forward, her shadow and Sally in front of her.

“You won't understand what I am now, Sall.”

“Do not because Bassta you are willing to lose everything.” Sally replied firmly.

Jema turned with squeaking eyes, “Nyebelin you, Sall.”

“Terden, deh. The important thing is I've been ngingetin,” reply Sally then leave.

Jema snorted, snorted and then grabbed her phone to call Bassta immediately.

Seamless connected calls.

“Halo, Jem?”

Bassta's voice was quite loud, she was driving home.

“Yes, where are you now? We can meet, can't we?”

“Hmmm, what?” reply Bassta is confused, not the right time to meet with Jema when he was curious why could his mother hurt Larisa while Larisa was hard all day he called.

“I miss, Bass. I also have a lot of thoughts, I need to meet with you to spend time together.”

Jema weld and Bassta silently hears him.

“What if we go to the apartment? You please, I am also lazy to go home.” Jema spoke again so cheerfully, sure that he managed to get the man to make an agreement.

Which man would refuse if offered such a moment?

“Emmm, I'm really tired today, Jem. Tomorrow, I'll be home soon too. You also know, right, if you meet suddenly. I definitely can't, much work.”

Jema clenched his jaws hearing Bassta dare to refuse him.

“Bass, I again need you.” Her voice is firm.

Bassta continued to drive, opening her confused eyes.

“For me, you can't sacrifice a little? What's the problem back?” Jema started to nag.

“Jem.”

“I don't want anything unless you agree!”

“Jem, I'm really tired again. You should also know me dong. Tomorrow we meet, I promise.”

Bassta grunted sebal.

“I'll wait for you in the apartment, if you don't come too. Don't come around forever!” firmly Jema threatened, not yet Bassta had time to answer, he immediately cut the call just like that.

Bassta put her phone rough to the bench next to her. Sick and now he had reached the gate of his house. The security guard opened the gate, Bassta had lowered the car glass to refuse but she abandoned her intention when she saw Larisa on the balcony of her room. The woman was waiting for him? Then just whimper, bitch!

Bassta could only grumble to the heart. The stronger the determination to question Larisa.

***

Larisa opened her kimono pajamas, feeling sultry and wanting to get some rest after being relieved to see her husband's return. Not yet had he dropped himself on the mattress, Bassta entered in a hurry and immediately turned around when he found Larisa in such a state.

“Bassta!” larisa screamed, hurriedly pulling the blanket.

“Sorry, sorry.” Bassta was nervous, continuing to turn her back on Larisa.

“Out!” larisa shouted again and slammed the pillow into the man's back. “Not polite you enter someone's room carelessly.”

Bassta snorted, turned her head in annoyance, she flinched and turned her face again as Larisa had yet to cover her chest.

“BASSTA! KELELAAR!”

Larisa was already blushing her face, continuing to envelop herself as much as possible.

“Heh! The catet! We're husband-wife. It's up to me to enter your room anytime, LARISA!” bassta and Larisa reply hissing in annoyance.

“Ngapain is also open-open? Pake a real shirt, I want to say,” his word with the same position.

“I'm tired, want to rest. Tomorrow only.”

“No, I want it now.” Bassta turned around and Larisa held onto her blanket tightly.

“Not look around!” larisa's jolt because Bassta cengengesan saw her wrapped in a blanket.

“I will not macem-macem. I just wanted to ask,” said Bassta and Larisa looked at him. Now Bassta approached, and Larisa increasingly tightened her hand on the blanket. “No need to leave, deh!” she said while pulling the blanket and Larisa pushed her shoulder.

“Bass, if it is not important to keep you out.”

“This is important,” said the man was already sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Larisa snorted and lowered her face.

“Before my mama comes home, you guys make a fuss?” his search and Larisa reflexively raised her face.

Larisa shook her head.

“Do not lie. Aunty has said the same to me, your bruised hands are because of mama? Mama what are you, Ris?” He was also embarrassed by what his mother was doing.

Larisa was silent, locking her lips tightly. What's the point of complaining? It will never be able to change things as well as feelings, Larisa thought.

“What's the problem, hmmm?”

Bassta continued to stare.

“I don't want to talk about it,” said Larisa while throwing her face.

“Why? You doubt that's just because it's my mama?”

Larisa immediately stared in wonder, “Emang if you know what you want? It's not strange either, right, about your mother's attitude to my family from the past. I'm used to it, don't talk about it anymore.”

Larisa spoke quickly and Bassta pulled the blanket, Larisa was flabby and silent as her arm was stared at by Bassta.

“But this is outrageous. Until bruised.” Bassta glanced at a glance. “I'll talk to Mom. Let's go down, let's take the bruise so it goes away quickly.”

“No need,” reject Larisa while sinking her arm into the blanket. “Out, Bass.”

Bassta.

“I want to sleep.”

“But reason. Come on pack a real shirt, I wait under.” Bassta got up, she also grabbed the kimono hanging on the shoulder of the chair. Larisa caught him flutter and pouted staring at her husband's departure.

***

Larisa reached the kitchen, seeing Bassta looking at the refrigerator. Nothing is interesting because they haven't been shopping.

“Aunt does not shop?” bassta asked, looking briefly.

Larisa sat down while curling her long hair. “Aibi came home today, not stamped. You hungry? Eat noodles first, use eggs.”

Bassta shook her head weakly, she closed the refrigerator door.

Larisa watched Bassta as the man approached with a small bowl of warm water and a compressing cloth.

“I can myself,” said Larisa and Bassta shrugged her shoulders.

“Ya already, nih.” Bassta put it on the table.

Larisa grunting. Men are insensitive! Refusing doesn't mean not wanting to, does it?

Larisa finally compressed her own hand. Bassta watched as she bit the red apple.

“Auntie tomorrow is not in, Bass. There's a family event he said.” Larisa spoke up to relieve her nervousness.

The man did not reply and was just a beard. Now he even reached into his phone, did not check the incoming messages from Jema and immediately opened an application to order food.

Didn't know Jema had been waiting with all sorts of preparations.

“What do you want to order, Ris?” Bassta gave her phone to let Larisa choose.

“I'm not hungry,” said Larisa ketus.

“Not lie. Want what? Don't have a husband with no money! Want what? Cepet, I'm hungry.”

Larisa mendelik, “Nawarin but maksa.”

Bassta is silent, masabodo with Larisa's comments.