Love Mas Cousin
PAINTING

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“What time are you home today?” Larisa asks, he takes Bassta to the terrace to go to work.

Bassta stared and replied, “Why?” she asked because she saw the anxious expression on Larisa's face.

Larisa bites her lips and hesitates to speak.

“Actually I want to go to Nenden's house today. Bored at home continue,” said Larisa asking for permission.

Bassta seemed to disagree after the incident Larisa fainted at that time.

“Begging them to come here. Provide whatever they want, the important thing is you do not run around. I'm afraid you're happy again,” said Bassta and Larisa sighed.

“And the guy you see like that jerk guy is probably real, he's looking for you,” Bassta added.

Larisa nailed her gaze.

“If I meet him how?” larisa said rasping.

Suddenly Bassta's jaw tightened.

“As long as the marital status between us still exists. You and this boy are my responsibility, not necessarily he came back with good intentions. If he comes back because he wants to mess with you how? Not before he left, he himself said that you are the same baby is an obstacle to his career,” Bassta said reminding Larisa of the words that are so demeaning from the man named Jordy.

Larisa let out a heavy breath, and before long she nodded.

“Still, Bass, because you've been so worried.”

“I'm not as bad as you think, Ris.”

Larisa smiled broadly.

“Iya, I trust.”

Larisa feels touched to hear the expression of Bassta who increasingly cares about herself and her baby. Is this a signal that his relationship with Bassta will improve? Larisa hoped it would happen.

After they finished talking, Bassta passed and before that he asked the Security Guard to keep watch more closely. Bassta was still in the mind with the person following her.

And Bassta doesn't know what's happening to her lover right now... 

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A painting of a long-haired woman on her back adorned the boarding walls of a man named Laye. It was his work, his most beautiful work and he always rejected any buyers who were interested in his extraordinary work.

The woman with a symmetrical face, a few strands of her brown hair adorned her forehead. Her colorless lips deliberately Laye added color as she pleased to give an even more extraordinary impression.

His friends often ask, who is the figure of the woman in the painting. But Laye never answered, it's a secret.

“Laye, here!” suddenly a scream from her friend made Laye close her eyes.

His imagination and fantasies vanished due to Rodi's loud screams.

“Open this Jema? She's the model you'll meet soon?” rodi asked and Laye's forehead shriveled, quickly turning around and seeing what Rodi was watching.

The latest viral news about the arrogant attitude of a famous model Jema Sicily.

Laye stepped slowly, listening and paying attention. Shortly after, she brushed her short hair.

Rodi immediately glanced at Laye.

“She is indeed beautiful and sexy but she also has very many problems.” Laye looked calm unlike what he said. Slowly then he even smiled widely and felt the case that twisted Jema will further add to his rupiah coffers. He felt he could take advantage of the precarious situation of the model.

“Serem really you tuh if already smiling so,” rebukes Rodi and Laye increasingly develop his smile.

“Something viral easily dims. This is the situation we need to take advantage of, Rodi. As soon as possible you contact the manager so that your meeting is expedited,” said Laye who was impatient and Rodi nodded according even though he did not fully understand the intentions of his best friend and boss.

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“He needs you, Bass. He's in trouble again, last night he ranted because he failed to see you. You are more difficult to meet, please really, Temenin Jema so he can calm down.” Sally pleaded on the phone, she contacted Bassta not once twice and the busy Bassta had only received a call from her at her lunch hour.

“Why can there be such a problem like this, anyway? What Jema did not learn from his previous problems. If he keeps this up, his career could be jeopardized. You know, right, the netizen typed it like what? If there is a request Jema as a model and actress of the country to be boycotted because of the problem continues how?” bassta reply to stress thinking about her lover's problems.

“Ouch! Don't make me dizzy. We discuss that later, now you come just calmin Jema.” Sally urged because she was afraid that Jena who was in trouble was desperate to do something crazy.

“I'm still in the office, Sall.”

“How difficult is it to leave your office for a moment? You are the Boss, you can go and give up your job for a while with your secretary Hanung.”

Bassta hissed, if Sally knew that now she was the Sultan's secretary how would it be?

“I'm indeed the Boss here. But I can't leave a job so alone, persuaded Jema and convinced him that later in the afternoon I will come to his parents' house to meet him.”

Sally snorted and Bassta could hear her.

“Ya!” sally's jittery. Calling Bassta did not alleviate his problem at all in dealing with Jema.

Bassta now rubbed her face so frustrated, it grew even more frustrated when the Sultan came before her.

“Bass, have you heard the news about your ex yet?” sultan and Bassta widened their eyes.

Bassta shook her head, acting as if she didn't care.

“Poor is Jema.” The sultan spoke again.

“Ya keep me how?” sahut Bassta is upset.

“Honest, deh. You still like it, don't you, same Jema? You're not happy, are you, the same Larisa geeky?” sultan and Bassta looked at him sharply.

“Don't start, deh. I'm again males debate!” ketus Bassta and stand up.

The Sultan blocked his way, he felt he had not been alive if he did not provoke his brother's emotions.

“Jema has come home from America more cute,” whispered Sultan while messing around.

“Awas!” bassta's jolt pushed the Sultan's chest and then he left.

“Nyesel kan lo ninggalin queen just for commoners!” sultan and Bassta shouted in annoyance.

Will be more problematic if served, Bassta continue to move to leave.