Love Mas Cousin
The Painful Reality

“Tante first yes, Bass.” Monica smiled broadly, her hands patting Bassta's shoulders gently.

Bassta nodded, lowered her head then silently stared at Monica's departure. Bassta immediately closed her eyes, feeling relieved.

“Bass,” call Larisa who is already on the right side of Bassta.

Bassta flinched, turned her head and looked again at Monica who was not far away.

“Who gave you permission to leave?” whispered Bassta, Larisa was silent, just staring.

An emotionally charged Bassta then grabbed Larisa's wrist, strangled her strongly and Larisa complained of pain.

“Come home,” take Bassta roughly.

“Bass, pain.” Larisa tries to let go but Bassta keeps pulling her.

Along the way to the house, Bassta continued to murmur and did not care about Larisa who continued to cry sobbing while stroking her wrist. Grievously, the check from Bassta's hand really made Larisa tormented not to mention with all the swearing and insults.

Upon arriving home, the two were welcomed. Asih approached Larisa and threw a question.

“Where is pregnancy, Ma'am? Why-why, right, Mommy?” Asih stared and Larisa stopped holding her hand.

“Nothing really, Bi. Everything is fine.” Larisa is smiling a fake smile.

Asih exhaled a sigh of relief. “Alhamdulillah then. Come sit down, Ma'am,” take her and Larisa nods. The two walked towards the sofa where Bassta was already sitting while holding one leg, his right hand busy with a mobile phone.

After Larisa sat down, Asih made a sound again.

“Why can Mbak Larisa fall out of bed?” Asih glanced at Bassta at a glance. “Aibi was so scared earlier.” He hooked up and lowered his head as Bassta floated a cruel gaze.

“I pushed Larisa down. My aunt should have been the same as me, let me answer honestly!” bassta then stood up.

Stingy, beristighfar in the heart. He did not expect to have such a cruel employer.

“Mas Bassta just kidding, Bi.” Larisa nervously tried to cover up.

“Not to be your ass, Ris!” timpal Bassta ketus, then he stared fixed Asih. “Aibi want to make a drink or want to drink let alone?” His voice is getting higher.

“Sorry, Mas.” He hurriedly got up and then rushed away.

Larisa who could not bear to see Asih fear also reprimanded Bassta. “You if you want to be angry with me. Don't go to Auntie's too, dong! He doesn't know anything, yes, Bass about our relationship.”

“Which relationship do you mean?” reply Bassta then passed up the stairs.

Larisa growled in annoyance, with teary eyes, she finally caught up with Bassta.

Bassta walks into her room, takes off her shirt and Larisa saves him in shock.

“Out! Not polite to you, yes!” He lay his hands towards the door, his eyes perfectly rounded. His left hand tried to cover his chest.

Larisa glared as she looked at the man's chest.

“What am I wrong, anyway, Bass? You're mad like this because I got out of the car? I just wanted to say hello to the woman who talked to you. I'm your wife, you should also introduce me, not myself who has the kayak initiative so.”

Bassta was wide open to hear it. His hands moved to his waist, ruffled with wrath.

“Read you if you think I want to introduce you as the same wife people out there.”

Larisa was knocked back hearing that.

“You are too piqued. You forgot because of what we can intertwine in this bond of hell, huh!?”

Larisa's lips shook hearing that. He thought Bassta was just angry, but he did not think that Bassta was also reluctant to admit her as a wife.

“And you know who the lady was?” Bentak Bassta, no matter the least with Larisa who has wet her face because of tears.

“She's the mother of my girlfriend, satisfied!!”

Larisa's two wet eyes immediately rounded so shocked.

“You have a boyfriend, Bass? Though you already have a wife and you frankly like your wife?” larisa said with a raucous voice, her tears were powerless.

“Cih!” Bassta clucked in annoyance. “We are only together because we were forced and remember this, after the child was born. We split!”

Larisa clenched her lips tightly, Bassta's expression this time was truly the height of a torment for her.

“Sicilian cinema, we've been in contact long before we got married. I even intend to make a marriage with him, and note this well in your brain this DONGO!!” Bassta again brought Larisa's head. “If until my relationship with Jema messed up because of your careless behavior. Watch you!”

 Larisa averted her eyes, unable to look at the man before her.

“OUT!!!” bassta shouted and pushed Larisa's shoulder so irritated. However, Larisa remains silent Watch out for you!”

Larisa pokes her lips tightly, tears keep falling down her cheeks even a few drops she**** in place. His feet suddenly felt stiff, he was difficult to move.

“I said get out. In addition to bego, moron, and dongo, you are also deaf as it turns out. Out I said!”

Instantly Larisa raised her chin, she looked at the man before her. Both are equally silent, saturating with the raging thoughts and conjectures of each.

“You're my husband, Bass. Forever will always be so, now you may not like, but later you will not be able to stay away from me for a second!” larisa and Bassta silently heard it.

Impossible, Larisa is not his taste, nor his cousin. That sense will never exist, Bassta thought. Somehow could he think of this, or was he afraid of Larisa's words just now?

Larisa passed, slammed the door then she went to her own room.

Slowly, Bassta sat on the edge of the mattress. He massaged his forehead rough and then for a second then his attention shifted to the closed door.

While in her room, Larisa curled up under the blanket, staring at the curtains of her bedroom window that swung in the wind from the air conditioning. His eyes were sore, for too long and too many tears were shed.

And Larisa also did not expect him to dare to answer Bassta and even throw an oath of expiation which he himself felt was very impossible.

These two humans are now crumbling on one roof but in a different angle. An hour later Bassta chose to go to work, he would get in trouble again at the office because it came very late.

“Mas, drinks..” Asih exclaimed because the warm sweet tea he made was already cold.

Bassta turned her head, her face stiffened and she did not answer either.

As Bassta's car passed through the black towering gate, from her room, Larisa watched as she folded her hands in front of her chest.

Sickness also ached, he did not expect his cousin to change drastically like this. Where was the old Bassta? Although the way the man spoke was always slipping but this time, Bassta was really much different.

“I've just been lulled by the attention you've given me, Bass. But before long, you break it all down with hurtful sentences and checks. Is it true we're going to split up? I wish everything could be changed for the better. I should keep trying or resigned?”

Larisa muttered, continuing to stare even though her gaze was blurry due to the tears that kept falling. Far away, until the white car disappeared from the limelight.

Larisa felt heartache, all her desires were eroded by such a painful reality. He intends to improve and maintain while on the other hand, Bassta wants to separate and be happy with other women.