Love Mas Cousin
BUCINS

Sally was silent while peeking at her forehead constantly. Tired of seeing Jema who is busy arranging his apartment in such a way as to welcome the arrival of Bassta.

Ibra's figure was also in the apartment, but she did not come in but waited in the parking lot.

Jema looks sumringah, wrapped in open clothes on the chest and thighs, the bright color of the white bones of her clothes makes it more charming.

“You're not tired, Jema?” ask Sally.

Jema smiles, replies, “If you meet the person you love also loves you. Not going to be present the tired word you asked, Sall.”

Sally sighed to hear it, the level of bucin experienced by Jema had already exceeded the limit.

“At first you were interested in Bassta not because he was rich?” sally's curse now made Jema stop her activities.

“This love is profitable, Sally. Your life is assured, and your heart is blessed.” The jema smiled widely.

“I think you're overreacting now, Jem. While Bassta seems to be starting to cuek.” Sally's eyes were squeaking cynically.

“He was busy not cuek,” sargah Jema and Sally exhaled a long breath.

There is no point in talking to people who are drunk on love.

Jema now switched to arranging roses on a clear flower vase on the table. Sally who was bored was also tired as a spectator since then had chosen to leave. Jema did not care about Sally's sullen departure. Jema believes Sally is only jealous because she never found a person who was able to accept and love her sincerely.

“OK ready,” exclaimed Jema after taking pictures of the room and he sent it to Bassta.

This woman was so sure that her lover was on his way, ready to meet him and spend time together.

***

Bassta and Larisa were enjoying their dinner. Both of them seemed voracious and busy with their respective thoughts. Every now and then Larisa touches her belly under the table, her baby inside there also seems to enjoy in the form of a soft kick or it could be that innocent fetus likes the atmosphere of togetherness of his parents.

Now, Larisa raised her face and looked at Bassta. The conscious Bassta looked back at him.

“Why? Not good?”

Larisa immediately shook her head.

“It's good, just I want to say something.” Larisa spoke very slowly

“What?”

Larisa chewed her food softly then said, “Tomorrow I want to go to RS. Check schedule.”

Larisa spoke so carefully.

Bassta was silent for a moment.

“Later I transfer the money,” said the man and Larisa fell silent.

“Hmmm, actually I still have money.”

Bassta frowned in wonder. “So you say what you need? Don't tell me you want me to go, I can't.”

Larisa shook her head, refuting but her eyes were teary.

Larisa lowered her head after speaking.

Bassta exhales heavily, “How many months now?” ask her while bribing her food.

“Six months.” Larisa smile.

“Means three more months, right?” bassta said so enthusiastically and Larisa's smile slowly faded.

With a hoarse voice, Larisa replied, “Iya three months away this child was born and three months away we separated. You want to talk about this, right?” Her lips carved a wide smile, trying to cover the look of sadness on her beautiful face.

Bassta was dumbstruck to hear it, wanted to talk but was confused, silence just seemed more wrong because it was as if she was waiting for the child to be born just because she wanted to separate.

“I'm done. I slept first,” said Larisa pamit, rising up while carrying her used plate.

“Ris,” call Bassta and Larisa just smile then move away from Bassta who keeps watching her.

Bassta let out a frustrated sigh, bribed her rough food and watched Larisa who passed away leaving the kitchen.

***

Jema's hands clenched tightly, her face already flushed red withholding anger. Sally who was originally going to stop doing it because Bassta never came, she was afraid that there was a problem that would complicate it. Because often Jema does crazy things without thinking about the consequences.

“Maybe Bassta stuck jammed.” Sally made a sound and glanced at Ibra who was now also coming into the apartment.

“If he is, he must be telling you.” Jema replied with sewot.

Sally was silent and leaned her back roughly.

Jema now gets up, calls repeatedly, pacing back and forth until it makes Sally and Ibra continue to stare at each other confused.

“Usually Bassta likes to come on time,” whispered Sally on Ibra.

“Maybe she is busy with her affair,” Ibra and Sally reply instantly elbowed her chest.

Ibra was silent, even though her chest was sore.

“Try you who called him, Sall!” jema's orders loudly.

“OK!” Sally according, rather than argue adding to the problem. He called Bassta but there was no answer.

After three times Sally made a call, Jema asked her to stop because she was too fed up.

“Can only he overslept, Jem.” Sally tried to calm down.

Jema was silent, folding both her hands in front of her chest and she stood with a sharp look of eyes out the window.

“We don't know for a second what Bassta is. After this, he will definitely apologize and all-out manjain you.” Sally approached, holding onto Jema's shoulder but the woman remained silent.

Sally who was confused also glanced at Ibra who was no less confused.

"This baby is Jema's mom like that guy?" ibra said in his heart, he continued to pay attention to the anxiety mixed with emotions that adorned the face of the woman of his tribe.