Love Mas Cousin
WIFE AND LOVER

Larisa can only be silent to see what comes out on her television screen. He occasionally glanced at each other and stared with Nayla. While Nenden continues to rave, spreading praise about the beautiful and sexy figure of Jema.

Nayla slowly shifted and brought her lips closer to Larisa's ear.

“We should tell him who that woman is. Let him stop talking, you must be uncomfortable, right?” whispered Nayla and Larisa shook her head asking him to stop.

Leave it alone even though the praise from Nenden increasingly makes Larisa feel inferior. Feeling inferior in any way to Jema, she also has Bassta who fully loves the woman.

“He never eats like that. His waist is really slim,” said Nenden while bribing dry chocolate food that he brought.

Larisa was silent and Nayla took a deep breath.

“Fortunately who became such a beautiful girl.” Nenden smiled and Nayla turned to him.

“You have been constantly praising his physique but ignoring his behavior. Make what cute, sexy, if bad behavior.” Nayla sneered to calm down Larisa's upset mood. What he said was the truth.

Nenden squinted, replying.

“The name of man must have had a mistake. We don't know, right, maybe it was his salon employee who made a mistake to make Jema angry,” said Nenden defended.

“But as a public figure, his attitude was to be taken into account. He is the center of attention, it is necessary to exemplify the good,” said Nayla insisted.

“Ah you. surely it is, right, kepingin has a smooth face and slim body kayak so well.” Nenden.

Nayla widened her eyes. “Dih ngapain also skinny as less funds so. I, no, don't want to. Feel pretty much the same body I am now, healthy-healthy plump gemoy.”

Nenden looked up at Nayla's expression. The two continued to argue and were so noisy while Larisa was just silent without a word. Only once in a while grunted and sighed so desperately. Just this morning he made happy with the sweet words of Bassta, now it has been realized by the ravings of his best friend.

“Emang if you think about it, I'm the same Jema kayak earth as her crust,” inner Larisa so humble herself.

The chatter of Nenden and Nayla stops when Asih's arrival catches their attention. The woman came back and just made Larisa smile calmly. She will not be lonely anymore as Bassta went to ignore him again, it seems like she needs to be realistic because to maintain her incomparable self when compared to her husband's lover even made her more tortured.

****

Two photos floated in front of the face of a man with a rogue face. The woman before him was Monica pacing around while preparing to spur a myriad of scolding. How he does not feel stressed, after the problems faced by his son. Now, even the person he asked to follow Bassta could not work properly as he wished.

“I pay you not only for unclear photos like this!” monica shouted as she pointed with her sharp eyes to the floor, where the photo showed Bassta enjoying dinner with a woman. Unfortunately, the man took a picture that clearly showed the appearance of Bassta alone, not with the appearance of the woman.

“It looks like he realized he's being followed again, Boss.” The man threw out an excuse and Monica grew inflamed with wrath.

“I don't need a reason. I want to take it right because of you I paid! If you don't work, tell me from the beginning! I can find someone else.” Monica spoke with her patterned eyes emitting an aura full of emotion.

“Sorry, Boss.”

“That's words I don't like. You are useless and not a dick, this is the last time you worked with me!” jolt Monica and the man raised his face. Still want to work but impossible to ask.

“Come out of my house before I ask someone else to drag you!” firmly Monica pointed at the exit and the man nodded, retreated, twisted his body then passed.

Monica now plopped onto the sofa, exhaled into the air and kept thinking how to catch wet Bassta who had already smelled betraying her son. And how does he now have to deal with Jema's other problems?

Slowly Monica glanced at the photo she had thrown earlier, looking at her with great anticipation. Feeling angry and wanting to make calculations to the man who has hurt his child. But Monica needs enough evidence because Jema who has been drunk in love will be difficult to realize even though the evidence is in sight.

“If Bassta wasn't Arif's son. Maybe I've intervened myself to make calculations with him. Damn, he is a man my son loves and also a guarantee for his life,” said Monica to the extent of his heart.

In the other corner of the house. Jema was silently pondering after sipping her cold orange juice. There was a loyal Sally accompanying him. Ibra is available if she needs it.

 “Did he already know with my problem, Sall?” lirih Jema's.

Sally looked at him.

“This news has spread everywhere, Jem. I'm sure it's not just Bassta but his family. I had time to contact Bassta, she said she would come here this afternoon,” replied Sally calmly and Jema blinked her eyes.

“I'm afraid this problem makes the Bassta family believe and judge me poorly,” Jema said so lethargic.

Sally approached, rubbing her shoulders.

“Trouble in a world like this is natural. After all you have a reason, the salon employee is working incorrectly. So, don't think too much about the no-no.” Sally calmed down and Jema was silent, she would try to be patient until Bassta came to see her.

****

Bassta is unable to let go of her lover and it gets harder to release Larisa. Moreover, the wriggle of happiness he felt several times knocked his conscience.

This man was even more impatient to see the form of a baby who always welcomed his touch with unexpected movements.

Now, Bassta was on her way to Monica's residence. Despite facing Jema and Monica at once creates worry in Bassta's mind.

In his driving focus, suddenly his phone rang. He reached into his pocket and saw a number he did not recognize. A few seconds Bassta thought whether he needed to lift or ignore it? Until finally he decided to lift it because he suddenly remembered Larisa.

“Halo—” Bassta faltered when she heard the voice of a petty girl she knew. “Nurani, is this you?” Her lips perched a smile as she remembered the last time she had met the girl threatening her.

“Yes,” ketus Nurani sounded so lazy to talk to Bassta but before long Bassta also heard the voice of her mother-in-law. Bassta silently listened.

“Mas Bassta again where?”

“On the road, just out of the office. Why?”

“Itu—“ Nurani snorted and Bassta frowned in wonder at the noise around her sister-in-law.

“Petan. Mas again nyetir.”

There was a fleeting voice of Fitria and Nurani finally speaking.  

“Mas, I'm the same mother again on the way to Mas Bassta's house. I want to meet with Sister Larisa mumpung father again go, can you pick us up? You see the taxi Conscience messages suddenly broke down.” He spoke quickly and loudly enough.

Bassta was silent for a moment because now the direction of his car had gone to Jema's residence. But he also couldn't possibly resist it since it would raise a lot of questions. Moreover, Conscience had caught him with Jema.

“Share location only, Dek.” Bassta's voice sounded doubtful, she was completely confused until it finally occurred to see Jema later that night.

Conscience assures and the call ends. Bassta put her phone on the dashboard then turned the direction.

Fifteen minutes later, Bassta slowed down when she saw Fitria and Nurani waiting in front of a minimarket. As the car approached, the two locked their eyes toward the car.

Tension rules over Bassta, for the first time after marriage he meets again with his mother Larisa.

Nurani and Fitria can be seen whispering to each other then the two walk closer. Bassta also came out and lowered her face, puzzled as to what to do at a meeting this intense.

“Bass,” greet Fitria gently.

Bassta raised her face and found Fitria's face adorned with a warm smile. Welcomed her and without hesitation Bassta reached out, grabbed and greeted her mother-in-law.

The touch on his head made Bassta sweat, after all that happened, the warm welcome from his wife's mother still he got and this also proved that Conscience did not complain at all.

“How are you doing?” fitria asked while massaging her daughter-in-law's large arm. Her lips kept smiling but her eyes were glazed.

“Good,” short Bassta replied and her voice was very slow. Not heard at all because it was covered in noisy vehicles around, only the movement of his lips read Fitria.

“Larisa?” said Fitria again with a trembling voice.

Bassta was speechless looking at the face of a mother before her who was overcome with longing. Bassta smiled slightly.

“He's very good, some time ago he just USG. Larisa will be very happy if Bibi comes” said Bassta and Fitria reflex to harden the pressure on Bassta's arm.

“This is your in-law, Bassta.” Fitria confirmed and Bassta smiled widely.

“Iya, Mum.” Bassta looks nervous. “Emmm, we'd better go now. Fear of being stuck in traffic,” he continued and Fitria nodded enthusiastically.

Not sure what Fitria was carrying, a big bag and Bassta took over. Conscience who saw was whizzing and Bassta who realized the attitude of her brother-in-law's jutek even fad ruffled the hair of Conscience.

“No need to hold on!” ketus Nurani, fending off Bassta's hand but not hit. Her hair was now tangled and Bassta opened the car door without showing any guilt after irritating Consani.

Fitria reprimanded her son's ketus attitude by raising a slightly glaring gaze. Conscience came in and sat down and threw away his face.