Love Mas Cousin
The Same Alas
“Try you speak well Bassta,” said Nayla trying to give a suggestion, a proposal that for Larisa is tantamount to suicide.
“I can't sue Bassta like this so.” Larisa looked down sad.
Nayla held her best friend's shoulders tightly.
“He dared to marry you means he knows that he must take full responsibility for your life, Larisa.”
Nayla spoke with great emphasis, Larisa shook her head, letting go of Nayla's hand.
“I'm quite self-conscious and I don't want to provoke Bassta's anger. I get dizzy getting angry every day, things get up late he sleep so complicated,” said Larisa, hoarse voice at the end.
Nayla frowned, looking carefully, Larisa almost cried.
“What did Bassta do with you? She flirting?” search Nayla.
Larisa denied with a shuffle of head.
“You also already know that Bassta changed a lot after getting married. What I'm doing is wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong. He's innate emotion if he sees me, he marries me I'm forced, because of misunderstanding. You think I'd dare to ask him to be a good husband?”
Larisa choked, her voice turned raucous, followed by a clear circle falling down her shredded cheeks.
“He married me for fear that I would commit suicide again. It's not that he's willing to take responsibility, Nay.” Larisa's voice is heavy.
Nayla gasped at it, only a hug she could now give her best friend. Both of them were crying in the toilet. Leaving Nenden alone.
“Udah, quite crying..” Nayla's sentence hangs because someone came in. They stared and Nayla pulled Larisa into the corner of the wall.
“I'm tired, Nay. I swear I'm tired of taking Bassta's attitude, he's his job angry, screaming, maki-maki. Did I just go, Nay?”
Nayla shook her head hard.
“Where are you going? Don't be weird, you're pregnant and pregnant people are easily stressed, you should be aware. And don't be rash to make a decision, I'm sure Bassta will change. He's fine it's just the circumstances that make him like that.” Nayla tried to strengthen, then continued. “Bassta also faces an uneasy situation. There will definitely be a time when you can relate well, be patient first do not rush to make a decision. Think of your baby.” Nayla touches Larisa's big belly.
Larisa's crying broke even more, coming to touch her stomach. I don't know how many times he's been crying today, every day, always like that.
Silently, Nayla did not speak anymore as Larisa continued to cry.
All Larisa needs is a hug now, Nayla gives it while holding back tears, afraid of getting too carried away.
After Larisa calms down, Nayla takes her away. Now, the two walked together casually to return to Nenden.
“Nay.” Suddenly Larisa called and Nayla turned her head.
“Why?” Nayla stared at the jelly.
“How is my family doing?” ask Larisa hoarse. “My dad is healthy, right? Mother, Mas Ganta and Conscience. How are they all doing?”
Nayla nodded slowly and replied, “Everything is good. Your father has improved, Ganta has worked, and Nurani undergoes his activities as usual.”
Larisa smiled, she felt relieved.
While Nayla, she immediately lowered her head because she remembered the curse that her mother had made at that time.
“Ya come on,” invite Larisa to return to continue the journey and Nayla nodded clumsyly.
***
The hour hand had shown at eleven in the evening, Bassta did not go home and made Larisa anxious. Larisa had wanted to call the Sultan, but when she remembered the man's temper, she immediately suspended her intention.
“Where are you going, anyway, Bass?” gugas Larisa while constantly pacing and occasionally staring at the door.
Larisa turned her head when Asih came, for the whole time.
“Sleep, Ma'am. Let Auntie take care of Bassta's mas later, maybe she'll be home a long time. Pregnant women should take plenty of rest.”
Asih looked at the jeri, while Larisa shook her head while smiling sweetly.
“Aunt the break. Aunty's job is a lot of tired.”
Asih shook her head, disagreeing but Larisa kept pressing while pushing the weak shoulders of the middle-aged woman to hurry to her room.
Time passed, at one in the morning Bassta finally came home.
Larisa who is reading a novel book to eliminate saturation is aghast at the condition of Bassta.
The usually neatly combed hair was so messy, also with the shirt and tie already drooping hanging on his lackluster left shoulder. Bassta's face was red, her lips kept speaking indistinctly, she was drunk and the sight was familiar to Larisa after she had been living with the man for two months.
“Drunk again...and you drove yourself? If you why-why how? I told you alcohol wasn't good, Bass.” Laila spoke while pulling Bassta's right hand, hanging it on her small shoulder.
Heavy, both of them stagger.
“Soaring!” bassta screamed when he turned his head and accidentally met with Larisa.
Larisa frowned as she smelled the scent from her husband's mouth.
“You can't walk alone, Bass.” Laila insisted and Bassta kept her hands off.
“Let me only, Larisa.” Exclaimed a man who was none other than Hanung. Larisa was a little surprised and finally she moved away, self-conscious not being able to support the weight of the large high Bassta body.
Larisa was silent, watching the two men before her. Bassta was already sitting down now, leaning weakly then Hanung glared at Larisa.
“Mas Hanung, thank you for wanting to nganterin Bassta.” Larisa looks nervous.
“Not a problem. His friend Bassta called me earlier.” Hanung smiled faintly and Larisa replied to him.
Shortly Larisa resigns to make drinks, while Hanung takes Bassta to the second floor, to his room. Larisa would not be able to take care of Bassta under such circumstances, and Hanung did not want Larisa to get into trouble.
Arriving at Bassta's room, Hanung frowned when he saw that there was only one pillow and bolster pillow on the mattress. His mind was full of questions, did Larisa and Bassta not sleep in one room?
“Mas,” reprimand Larisa slowly, making Hanung's daydream instantly ambyar.
The man turned his head, sat down with Larisa then Larisa gave a glass of warm sweet tea and Hanung accepted it with pleasure.
“So bother Mas Hanung,” said Larisa while looking at Bassta on her bed.
“No problem, let him rest.”
Larisa nodded, slowly enveloping her husband's body and then leaving the room with Hanung.
“Mas Hanung if you want to stay overnight let me prepare a guest room, yes. It's also late at night,” said Larisa meekly.
Hanung shook his head, refusing.
“I have to go home. My mother must be waiting at home.”
“Oh,” short Larisa then nodded her head. “But last time, yes, Mas drinks.”
Hanung nodded, smiling.
The two of them descended to the first floor, Larisa couldn't possibly leave Hanung just like that. He had to wait until the man actually left the house.
Actually Hanung really wanted to ask about what he saw earlier. It feels strange but also he feels impolite if presumptuous to ask about the bed.
After the sweet tea ran out, Hanung finally decided to go home. He and Larisa just kept quiet, not chatting because they were both nervous.
After that, Larisa returned to Bassta's room. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched her husband's tired face.
“When did you stop, Bass? Why are you being like this, anyway?” larisa said hoarsely, feeling she was the cause of Bassta like that. “Don't keep this up, I'm afraid—“ Larisa choked, her tears shed while the man she cried was busy with his sleep.
“I'm sorry, yes, Bass. Sorry..”
“I am benalu, I am a burden for your life.”
Larisa continued to cry sobbing, but the smooth kick she felt in her stomach made her instantly speechless. His face looked shocked, he directly touched his stomach. The kick from the baby inside was getting more and more pronounced, more and more and Larisa was now smiling as she continued to stroke her stomach.
The longer Larisa stayed in Bassta's room, the more drowsiness spread to her. Larisa's body slowly collapsed, next to Bassta who continued to snore. Larisa continued to stare at Bassta, heavy, her eyes getting heavier until she finally drifted away in a dream cradle.
For the first time, the two slept on the same bed. Either this is a good start or it will be a trigger for new problems.