Love Mas Cousin
NETIZENS
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“You shouldn't have said anything weird about that sexy model in front of Larisa. You're overdone, Nden.” Nayla rebuked, Nenden next to her turned her head in surprise.
“I said what it is, really. Is something wrong? You're sensitive from now on, messing with me, you want to come the red cross, yes, Nay?” reply Nenden and Nayla Manyun.
“Aduh, you...” Nayla felt anxious herself. “If you are not pregnant again, I am uyel-uyel.”
Nenden was silent, putting on a strange expression in response to Nayla's words.
“Larisa can just to mind because all the words you know!” firmly Nayla while staring out the glass of the taxi they were riding in. He looks sad and Nenden realizes that, “You do not know what strange situation our best friend is facing again.” His voice turned hoarse.
Nenden directly pulled Nayla rough shoulders to turn to her.
“What weird problems? What does that model have to do with it, anyway?” gereget Nenden because he did not understand.
Nayla scratches her head and Nenden waits for her explanation.
“How to say it. Anyway, do not be so anymore if in front of Larisa, do not discuss the model let alone praise the model in front of Larisa. I'm afraid he's becoming inferior, not confident and not feeling the same pantes Bassta.”
Nayla took a deep breath.
“I'm afraid that the bad words that she was horrified to be a bad effect for her pregnancy. What did you say, yes?”
Nenden was silently pensive.
“You talk as if the model is Larisa's rival. Emang Larisa knows the model, yes?” nenden said so innocently and Nayla who was annoyed immediately cupped her two cheeks.
“Nden, horrifying! Larisa doesn't just know the model. But Bassta is also more familiar with the model that you often praise it!!!!”
Nayla removed both of Nenden's cheeks then crossed her hands in front of her chest.
Frozen, thinking hard about what he had just heard and before long Nenden held Nayla's hand tightly.
“You mean?” The two looked fixed and Nayla nodded while biting her lips. “Haa... You mean Bassta same model it anu..” Nenden stops because Nayla must have agreed.
“Nay, don't joke you ah!” Nenden panicked himself.
“I'm serious,” said Nayla and Nenden directly leaned back.
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The ribs have entered into the presto, the aroma a few minutes later in the air filled the entire kitchen room in the two-story house. Larisa and Asih are cooking together, as a place to let go of longing because some days do not meet. Also Larisa somehow suddenly wanted to enjoy a refreshing soup like beef rib soup.
Vegetables carrots, potatoes, onions and celery are waiting for their turn to enter the pot.
“It looks like Bassta mas, Mbak.” Asih spoke when he heard the sound of a car.
Larisa turned her head and was it true that her husband had come home so soon? Does her husband not yet know about the problems his lover is facing?
Larisa is not unhappy with her husband coming home quickly, but this feels strange after that time Bassta did not go to see Jema.
“Let me see first,” said Larisa while removing the apron from her body. He left the kitchen, pulled a tissue to wipe his wet hands.
While outside, Bassta watched Fitria standing as she swept around. Look at her house with Larisa so closely. For the first impression of his arrival, Fitria was happy because her son Tunggak in such a big and magnificent house. Showing clearly that his son's life after marriage is better, but even so, Fitria does not forget her son's fatal mistake.
“Come, Larisa must be surprised and happy for you to come,” Bassta said while carrying her mother-in-law's bag.
“You two stay?” said Fitria slowly.
Bassta smiled widely.
“As long as I'm not around, Larisa accompanied by our household assistant.”
Fitria further widened her smile and the three of them turned their heads when the door opened. Displaying the figure of Larisa who was instantly frozen to see the faces that she so longed for were now in front of her eyes.
A few seconds they stared at each other until then Fitria and Larisa both stepped quickly and then hugged each other.
“Mother,” throttles Larisa with a heavy voice held back, tears of happiness shed their cheeks.
Unceasingly Fitria rubbed her back wider and Larisa's hair slightly gave off the scent of onions. She misses Larisa a lot.
“Mother is coming, Nak.” The hoarse voice of Fitria was spoken.
The two continued to cry and Nurani looked with both watery eyes.
While Bassta, seeing the happiness that Larisa felt, she was also happy.
Before long they all entered, Bassta cried out to Asih to prepare a special banquet for her mother-in-law. If necessary, he will order the best food to visit.
“What are the times of your pregnancy, son. This is the first time, it must be difficult, right?” the whispers of Fitria and Larisa shook their heads with lips concluding a smile.
“Everything feels easy because Bassta always takes care of me, Bu.” Larisa said solemnly and Bassta who sat watching felt touched to hear it. Given the many bad events of his disappointment that he vented on Larisa.
Larisa praises him so much for appreciating him and keeping his good name in front of his family.
Unable to deny, Bassta felt increasingly guilty.
“Kata Bassta you are out of USG. How many months now?” said Fitria while glancing at her daughter-in-law.
“Iya, Mom. Now it's six months.” Larisa holds her stomach.
Fitria was relieved then moved her hand to Bassta, asking Bassta to come closer.
Bassta glanced at each other and stared with Larisa. Larisa is very afraid Bassta will not and makes her mother disappointed but when the man gets up, her worries suddenly disappear.
Bassta sat down and Fitria looked at the two.
“Where is the USG result? I want to see,” pinta Fitria and Larisa pull out her phone.
“Mom can see the video of the recording just to make it clearer,” he said while opening the phone, searching the contents of the gallery and after meeting, he showed it to Fitria.
“Mana, Mom. I want to see also.” Conscience enthusiastically approached her mother.
The sound of a heartbeat continues to be heard as the video of the USG recording is played. Fitria stared at her future granddaughter.
“Female or male?” tanya Fitria looked at her, so focused on seeing the video.
“From the results of USG he said women but USG we can not make reference to believe one hundred percent,” reply Larisa and Bassta look at him.
Fitria nodded in response.
“The nose is sharp, small as the nose is Mas Bassta.” Conscience slapped and Bassta spontaneously straightened her back, she looked closely at Larisa.
“How is that possible? That's not my son, kok!” bassta said in his heart.
“Ehmmm, um yes?” timpal Larisa was nervous and Bassta leaned her back. “It looks like me, deh.” Larisa continued for fear Bassta was uncomfortable with her sister's babble.
“You look like your mom or dad the same. This baby is the fruit of your love, which will strengthen and become a consideration when going to do something big in your household,” explained Fitria and Larisa with Bassta looks increasingly stiff.
“Please drink,” said Asih put a tray containing drinks and potluck cakes.
Her arrival breaks the tension between Larisa and her husband.
“Thank you,” said Fitria smiled.
He retorted and then went back to the back.
“Come, Mom, Deck. As if just a long time ago, because I'm the same Bassta has not had time to shop. Do not know also Mother of the same Conscience wants to come, if I know, surely I have prepared all your favorite foods.” Larisa spoke with sparkling eyes.
“Segini is also enough.” Fitria smiled and looked back at the phone screen in her hand.
So happy he was, a sense of fatigue that whack was suddenly gone.
***
“She's normal, right, likes to be the same person. About the rich artist, dilapius continues not far the same father.” @Netisepo
“*Tetep anyway even though there has been a case of this, if to the artist even make his name more up.” @Netijul*it
“Still confused why ordinary but said beautiful plipurna. Still beautiful other artists.” @Netijuedess
“Good looking if there is no problem. Surely even less the problem is due to cuan.” @Netihasyudd
Jema's jaw tightened, her hand grip was so strong. A second later his phone hit the wall.
Outside Jema's room, Ibra and Sally, who heard the noise, both got up and stared at each other in alarm.
"What's that sound?" said Sally and Ibra stared fixedly at the door of her beloved master's room.
After a loud clashing sound, there was not long a loud Jema cry. Both of them rushed to Jema's room, Sally who opened the door and saw Jema was crying hysterically while leaning on her bed.
The woman looked so tired after reading various kinds of jahara comments from netizens. A consequence for public figures, no problem alone is often flooded with blasphemy let alone a figure who is always problematic.
"The crap!" monica's new scream comes, crashing into Ibra's body trying to help Jema wake up.
Jema won't and Monica finally hugged him. Not this time it was overwritten by problems, but because it was problematic without the support of his lover, making Jema really slumped nothing entertaining. The figure of her lover who is so fondly missed is busy taking care of the household that was originally neglected.