Love Mas Cousin
IBRA SUSAN

The next morning, Larisa opened the door and walked out. He stood up, looking towards the gate. Her husband has not yet returned home, did not reply to messages also picked up the phone from her let alone have the initiative to teach her that all night so restless haunted by anxiety. In fact, Larisa clearly knew that her husband was meeting another woman but something else was also on Larisa's mind. Afraid her husband who left in a hurry last night experienced an unwanted incident on the way.

Like other wives in general, he greatly appreciated and worried Bassta in full as a husband rather than as a cousin like before. That status will not disappear between himself and Bassta, but their current status is not a natural thing if it is not taken for granted.

“Need something, Ma'am?” the sound of the security guard from behind made Larisa suddenly turn around.

He smiled, shaking his head weakly. Staring kindly at the man before him who was carrying a cup of black coffee.

“Oh, yes I want to coffee. If there is anything or need something call me,” said Mr. Satpam and Larisa nodded his head assuring.

The middle-aged man passed and Larisa also returned to the house after her stomach ached, followed by the baby's subtle wriggling.

“You are not saying that you are okay, Bass,” said Larisa while stroking her stomach. Once again he looked outside, still Bassta never came home.

Larisa is now stepping into the kitchen to make something.

****

Ibra came to a standstill when she met the woman whom her neighbors had always betrothed. Her name is Susan, not as usual, Susan's face that was always flushed when she met Ibra adored her heart, now so bent not excited after knowing Ibra worked where and with whom.

“Susan,” says Ibra greet. There was also something important that he wanted to talk to Susan about Jema.

“Hmmm?” Susan lifted her face.

“You want to work? It's still morning.” Ibra smiled widely and looked at Susan who was very neat.

Susan nodded at hearing that.

“Work where? After the commotion your employer made, I've been fired from the salon.” Susan's so sniffy, really not as usual.

Susan was a woman who was sprayed by Jema at the salon. Susan was cursed and humiliated and Ibra who was watching from the outside did nothing. That's what disappointed Susan. If Ibra doesn't like him, can Ibra not help him on a neighborly basis?

“You—at fired?” Ibra was shocked to hear that. She knew clearly that Susan was the backbone of her family.

“Yes, I was fired because of your employer. Just because of a small mistake, he actually made the life of this poor man even more difficult. He paid the boss at the salon to fire me, ” said Susan, who nearly cried. He was really confused where to look for work again, all of it was not easy for him.

Ibra was silent, confused as to how.

Susan looked down, her tears fell.

Ibra had opened her mouth to speak again but Susan chose to leave to speed up her steps.

Ibra stared at Susan's departure with an unbearable look but Ibra could do nothing.

***

Jema squirms, her hands move, fumbling to her right side which was originally occupied Bassta.

There was nothing and now Jema opened her eyes. He was confused to find Bassta not there.

Jema woke up, squeezed her tangled hair then exclaimed.

“Bass,” he said in a hoarse voice.

There was only the sound of water in the bathroom. Jema smiled and turned her body back.

Inside there, Bassta was opening her phone which she accidentally turned off. He sighed to find a series of messages from Larisa that contained questions about her either or not. Larisa worrying? While he could not keep his promise to return home after meeting Jema. He suddenly forgot, the alcohol he tasted managed to make him forget about his other affairs. Only Jema in front of him did she deal with last night, as the woman continued to sulk over the delay she was doing.

Bassta clasped her phone, before long she put it on the table, she had time to wash her face, removing the traces of drowsiness that were still printed clearly.

When Bassta came out, Jema was already sitting on the sofa and immediately stood up, scattering into her arms.

“I guess you go,” Jema said as she looked up.

“Hmmm, now I really have to go. I have to go to the office.” Bassta smiled, dropping a small peck on Jema's forehead, she pushed the woman's body backwards in order to let go of her embrace.

“Can't you make up for your mistake last night? I really want to go out with you, Bass.” Jema sulked again, folding both hands in front of her chest, watching Bassta who was wearing her jacket.

“I really have to go to the office, Jem. Papa gets angry. I should have gone home last night too, but I'm here to you, it's not enough?” Bassta stared and Jema shook her head.

“But, Bass. I really can't let you go.” Jema hugged again, firmer and tighter.

“Jem, you are busy too. Later I will have to scold Sally if you are like this, we are both busy, after marriage we can not spend all the time just for free. Okay well? I'm going home first.” Bassta cupped both of Jema's cheeks and Jema snorted bitterly. “Get up, Jem. Constantly acting like a child, not good.” Bassta smiled sweetly and Jema was made.

“Quickly we should see you again, yes, Bass.” Jema still hugged Bassta.

“Pastya, Darling.”

Jema was so happy to hear him then let go of his embrace.

Bassta finally leaves and Jema returns to rest, there is still time before he picked up Sally and Ibra to finish shooting and meet an important client today.

****

Larisa exhaled heavily, she started biting the toast with her peanut butter, she was still faithfully waiting for her husband. I couldn't calm down before I got the news and saw Bassta was fine.

"It's nice that I was so excited about the same time Jema forgot that you said I would come back again? I couldn't sleep last night, Bass." Larisa is stirring in heart.

Larisa chewed her breakfast softly, and her gaze was so blank when she imagined the no-no between Bassta and Jema. If it all happened, what could he do?

After breakfast, Larisa went to the second floor, cleaned up and lay down on her mattress after looking from the balcony to the terrace but Bassta's car was not there.

Bassta was on her way, but unfortunately she was stuck in traffic.

Thirty minutes passed, Bassta went home and did not find Larisa on the first floor. He also had time to ask the security guard about last night, fearing that something was happening in his house and especially to the woman who was pregnant.

Now, Bassta was at Larisa's doorstep. He knocked on the door but Larisa inside was already asleep again. Larisa feels tired from lack of sleep.

"Laryisa? It's me" cried Bassta then knocked on the door again.

Because there was no reason, Bassta opened the door and was silent for a moment to see Larisa curled up so soundly.

"Is he angry because I didn't come home?" Bassta muttered inwardly. Continuing to look at Larisa until finally before long she approached slowly, pulling the blanket, enveloping Larisa's body slowly.

The fatigue on Larisa's face was so obvious. Bassta believes the woman is not sleeping because she is afraid of being alone or it could be because she is waiting for him.

After Larisa's body was completely covered, Bassta silently watched her. The brown plain blanket revealed something that wriggled and reflexes made Bassta frown.

Bassta was silent, continuing to observe the movements in Larisa's big belly. So active is the innocent baby in there that makes Bassta immediately fixated on forgetting everything.

Feeling her stomach tremble, Larisa just grimaced and Bassta sat on the edge of the mattress while continuing to observe. Now, whatever was pushing her, her hand swayed gently and landed on Larisa's stomach. The vibration made by Larisa's baby is very indulgent for Bassta's palm. Bassta continued to stick her hands together, looking at her stomach with a gentle gaze to the point that she was unaware that Larisa was now opening her eyes and discovering what she was doing.