Love Mas Cousin
A Mother's Longing

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The weather this morning is so fresh because it rained last night. A stocky man, Ganta, had just returned to jogging and he stopped when he passed Nayla who had just returned home to buy breakfast. The two throw each other a smile, Nayla then frown, afraid her mother caught sight of her.

After that, he was caught talking to Larisa's family who are now the center of attention and gossip materials for people in the region.

“New home, Nay?” said Ganta nervously as he squeezed out his sweaty little towel constantly.

“Iya, Mas.” Nayla smiled, making her dimples appear and Ganta quickly lowered his head for a moment. “Eh Yes, Mas..” Nayla approached and Ganta opened his eyes.

“Yesterday I met Larisa,” said Nayla so slowly.

“How are you, how are you, Nay?” reply Ganta stammered, he missed Larisa very much.

Nayla smiled knots then said, “He's good but the support from all of us is very much he needs now, Mas. When will Mas Ganta stay away from Larisa? Yes he is wrong but do not let us also wrong for abandoning Larisa. Fearful she feels alone and reckless,” said Nayla calmly and Ganta immediately fell silent.

“Larisa has become the subject of people's reproach. Social law has become a whip make her mistake, Mas.” Nayla's voice this time was discordant, she was very sad over the events that befell her best friend.

“Mas also wanted to meet Larisa, Nay. But Mas need time.” Ganta immediately turned his face as Nayla stared.

Nayla could not force it and she finally stopped making a sound.

It was quiet long enough until someone caught them.

“Mas Ganta!” call of Conscience. Ganta turned his head and Conscience came straight over, flanking his hands tightly. “Ngapain Mas chat with him? We have often been ridiculed and insulted, no longer need to seek attention with him.” He's connecting violently.

Nayla's forehead folded, not understanding the second expression of Conscience.

“Husttttt!” Ganta immediately glared, before long looking back at Nayla with a smile.

“Come, Mas, home.” Conscience continues to pull Ganta's hand.

“Mas first yes, Nay.” Ganta pamit and Nayla nodded.

Nayla was silent, staring at the departure of the two. Conscience is seen constantly tearing while dragging Ganta away.

Nayla understood very well with the attitude of Conscience, what her mother said lately was indeed outrageous. Since long time did not get along more tenuous because the problem of Larisa family used as a weapon by Seruni to continue to disturb the family.

****

The hour hand was already showing at 05:30 but Asih found no signs that her employer was going down as well. Does he need to wake up? He dared to wake Larisa but to wake Bassta, he had no guts.

“Why does the same Bassta mas mbak Larisa has not gone down yet, huh? They woke up late today?” said Asih wondering.

Finally Asih ventured up to the second floor, two adjoining rooms, one Laila room and the other Bassta room. Asih closer to the door of Larisa's room, if Larisa wakes up, let Larisa alone wake Bassta, he thought.

The knocking of the door was repeatedly heard, but there was no telling from within. Asih got more confused and glanced at the lyrics to Bassta's room then she was smiling.

“What are they doing now? Are they sleeping together now?” He then ranted, imagining what was going on between the young couple.

Afraid of interrupting the sacred moment, Asih turned around, he went back to the kitchen and wanted to cook a delicious breakfast for his two employers.

While in Bassta's room, the man squirms, feeling a dizzy head also something piercing his chest.

Larisa's hand hugged Bassta tightly, maybe this woman thought she was sleeping in her room and was hugging a pillow bolster as usual.

“Aduuuuh,” pekik Bassta because he has trouble squirming, his strength is so weak the effects of tired toying last night.

Curious, Bassta slowly opened her eyes. Dimly, he rubbed his eyes slowly until his vision was completely clear and Bassta immediately rounded his eyes when he saw who was beside him.

“Heh, geeky!” snapping Bassta while pushing Larisa's body, the still sound Larisa was jolted. Larisa could not resist the rough thrust of Bassta's hand, Bassta panicked instead of playing because her hand was too rough and made Larisa roll onto the floor.

“Bass!” larisa's screams then grimaced.

“Ris—“ Bassta faltered, he rolled down from the bed and directly approached his wife who was cowering in pain. “Sorry,” shrewd Bassta feeling guilty.

“Where is sick?” asked the man with a tense face.

“Bass, my back hurts. My baby's okay, right, Bass?” sahut Larisa while crying, she continued to hug her stomach with both hands.

“Biiiii! Bi Asiiih!” bassta shouted loudly, now he bent down and slipped his left hand to his back and his right hand to the back of Larisa's knee. He lifted Larisa's body slowly, he looked at Larisa who continued to cry and grimace, he moved her on the mattress, also continued to shout to call Asih because he was confused what to do.

Asih came with a tense look from hearing Bassta call out so loudly. There must be a problem, guess.

“Mbak Larisa why?” Asih looked at Larisa's afterimatic-goal.

“Fall from bed,” says Bassta while shaking her waist, keep staring at Larisa.

“You pushed me, Bass!” annoyed Larisa shouted and continued to cry.

Asih who heard it shook his head did not think that Bassta could Setega.

“We'll take it to the hospital, Mas. Fear of pregnancy Sister Larisa why-why, from the bed down, right, quite high.” Asih gave a proposal that increasingly makes Bassta afraid.

“Not to be afraid, Bi!” reply Bassta loudly and Asih instantly shrieked.

“Bi,” Og Larisa calls, keeps crying and holds her belly.

“Iya let's go, come on, let's go to the hospital.” Bassta ruffled her hair in frustration, not thinking about her appearance or anything else, she immediately grabbed her phone and looked for her car keys.

Bassta again carried Larisa, Asih from behind continued to pray for the safety of Larisa and her baby.

Asih also quietly watched Bassta's reddened face that seemed like it was going to cry.

“Home page, Bi. Later I call if I need something,” Bassta said after helping Larisa get in the car.

He nodded and hurried to open the gate.

***

Elsewhere, Sadi silently pondered, many neighbors passed by and some asked also greeted only he replied with a bitter smile.

Larisa, her mind is filled with only that child. The child he had kicked out, he had warned him not to set foot in his house again.

Sorry, that's how Sadi feels now. As soon as he got to Larisa, Larisa was still his son. The child she had always been proud of, whom she never thought was so easy for Larisa to tarnish her name.

Sadi felt Larisa spilling dirt on her face. The shame was somehow going to treat him.

Although Sadi misses Larisa, when she remembers the mistake of her son, again her desire is not to find out the news about her son who was somehow taken to where by Bassta.

“His work father daydreams constantly.” From within Conscience peeked, he spoke to Phitria.

“Mom is also confused how the atmosphere of our home back to how it used to be. Your father is sad, sometimes angry for no reason, ” whispered Fitria and Nurani turned her head.

“The fun atmosphere that used to be gone, Mom. I will never get back to how I was.” Conscience sniffed as it felt that whatever mistake Larisa made, it did not change the perfect look in her mother's eyes at the older sister.

Fitria looked down sad to hear the expression Conscience. Then she stepped up to approach her husband.

Fitria stopped to meet Bassta and Larisa to the address given by Arif. Fidgeting and afraid to do so without permission from her husband. More precisely fear of the.

“Mas, breakfast,” bargain Fitria and Sadi turned his head.

“Not hungry,” the answer is flat.

“You got coffee?” bargain Fitria back, trying to cool the mood of her husband who since the incident continues to be fiery.

Sadi responded by shaking her head.

Fitria smiled blandly, then she let out her breath slowly.

Fitria wanted to talk about Larisa, but it felt that now was not the right time but she also could not hold it any longer.

“Mas Sadi again to Larisa's mind, huh? Mas Sadi must be worried about him, do we look at Larisa, Mas?” said Fitria and when Sadi turned his head, Fitria immediately fell silent in fear.

Sadi stared intently, both of his eyebrows even rising, showing dislike for what his wife said.

“You are always blind to the faults of your children, Fitria,” alluded Sadi and Fitria lowered their heads.

“Is Larisa inappropriate for us to forgive, Mom? The chance to forgive him is an impossible thing?” said Fitria rasping.

Sadi snorted, her hands clenched firmly above her knees.

“He I raised, I educated, I was proud but so easily he embarrassed me. Can't he consider what he's going to do? So easy was she to give up her chastity, no matter what sin allowed me to have a child like Larisa. Astaghfirullah hal adzim..” Sadi's voice was firm but weakened at the end of her sentence.

Phitria was silent, her eyes glazed over.

“But I'm worried, Mas. Very cool jengukin Larisa,” said Fitria insisted.

Sadi took a deep breath, he looked at his wife full of emotions.

“Subsequence!” firmly Sadi, ”But do not expect you to return home,” he said threateningly then rise and pass away leaving Fitria who had wet her face with tears.

How's now? Fitria was very eager to meet Larisa but let alone a permit, just expressed a wish, her husband had made a threat to her.