Love Mas Cousin
As you please
Late at night, Bassta got out of the car with a crumpled face. He looked tired after this whole day and it was by the Sultan, it did not make sense that, he was also urged to make coffee like a waiter. Bassta could not resist, as the Sultan always threatened to complain to his father.
Bassta walked lazily, glancing right-left as well as the others, checking the situation around his house.
As he approached the door, the door opened, Asih did so and Bassta's eyes glared behind Asih's body. He is looking for Larisa who is usually loyal waiting for his return. Out of nowhere the woman was now, Bassta was suddenly curious, even more so when she remembered their quarrel this morning.
“Mas,” says Asih a little scared.
“Why?” reply Bassta and roll up his navy suit on the left arm.
“Mbak Larisa from earlier did not come out, Aunty try to call also no answer.” Asih complained hesitantly, because as he saw it, Bassta did not care much for his wife even though she was two-bodied. But Asih was also afraid, Larisa why-why in there. The woman only asked for water this afternoon, that's all when she needed more intake because of her condition.
“Since when?” Bassta's eyes were rounded, then she stared up there, the second floor.
“Since morning, this afternoon just ask for a glass of water. Not eating, Mas. Ouch! Sister Larisa is pregnant again, afraid of why-kena..”.
Bassta immediately left before Asih finished his sentence. Asih clearly saw that Bassta was very anxious.
Arriving at the door of Larisa's room, Bassta pressed her ear, there was no sound. The more panicked he was until finally banging on the door.
“RIS! LARISA!” his screams between emotions were also fearful.
It was then, when Larisa almost lost her life after desperately wanting to jump from the top of the building.
“Larisa! OPEN!”
“Download aja, Mas.” Usul Asih's.
“Which is strong, Bi. These two rooms the door can not be broken,” reply Bassta then walked closer to the closet, he was looking for a spare key.
Asih was silent, occasionally also knocking on the door, calling out Larisa's name.
When the door opened, empty, Larisa's figure could not be found. Bassta was just about to call but when she saw that figure standing on the balcony, she quickly paused and then immediately turned around, looking at Asih who was standing on the door bar.
“Prepare food for me same Larisa.” Bassta's orders are slow.
Shake up, answering. “Pregnant milk is necessary too, no, Mas? Mbak Larisa also has not taken her pregnancy vitamins.”
Bassta was silent for a moment then replied.
“Siapin everything, Bi.”
Asih nodded, passed away.
Now, Bassta walked slowly closer to Larisa while occasionally observing her surroundings. For the first time, he saw how the woman's room was, everything was neatly arranged. All the dominant Larisa items are blue and white because it is Larisa's favorite color.
Larisa, who is aware of Bassta's approach, remains in place. His eyes blinked, feeling a gust of night wind that made him shiver in the cold.
“Ngapain you here?” chirps Bassta asked.
“Can't? Oh yes this is your home, need permission for me to stay here?” sewot Larisa and Bassta swallow saliva.
“Keep why wear this shirt?” tanyanya with fingers clamping the knot of ribbon rope in red pajamas worn by Larisa.
Just sober Larisa brushed off the man's hand was rude.
“As far as I am,”.
“No match,” pout Bassta then aligns himself with Larisa.
“Biarin.”
Bassta chuckled amusedly and Larisa turned her head with squeaking eyes. “Will intentionally make me lust?”
“You lust the same me? Seriously?” Larisa desperately wanted to laugh at hearing that, but she held it.
“Ya is not.”
“Iya impossible...I wear this shirt to honor those who love aja.”.
“Emang from whom?”
“From your sister-in-law.”
Bassta then dropped her hand on the balcony railing.
Larisa exhaled a rough breath, then shook her head.
“What to look for the same attention of people who do not have an empathic sense.”
Jleb, Bassta immediately silenced to hear it. Is it that bad in Larisa's eyes? What did he do and he say that was so late that Larisa could talk like that?
Bassta continued to guess, never conscious as well. Either already aware but his ego is higher, prestige to admit.
Now deserted, the two were silent with their respective daydreams. Larisa was still upset, Bassta wanted to ask about her attitude this morning but it didn't.
Silence continued to remain silent until Bassta saw Larisa rubbing her hand feathers that stood up due to the gust of wind.
“Come in,” invite Bassta.
“This is my room, you are not polite in someone else's room carelessly.”
Bassta was wide open to hear it.
“Eat, Larisaaaaaaaa,” he said full of emphasis.
“Males.”
Bassta blinked her eyes, not expecting Larisa to be so hard to persuade.
“You want me to bring the food here?” bassta asked in an annoyed tone and Larisa turned her head, just staring at the nanar. “You or not? I don't want to bargain or have to bid on you twice. Can I bring it here or do I go?” It connects hard.
Larisa quickly nodded and Bassta clucked then left. Larisa was silent, staring at the man's departure.
“So angry like a doormat. Now I just saw that I was on hunger strike, so worried. Are you really worried or are you just scared because we're cousins?” larisa Gumam. To his knowledge, Bassta was very afraid of her father. It could be the reason the man offered her a meal and worried about her condition as well as the baby.
Larisa does not want to guess too far, dreaming that her relationship with Bassta is full of certainty.
***
Food is ready to eat, Larisa keeps staring while Bassta has started bribing. Bassta was very hungry and for a moment he stopped when he realized Larisa never scooped fried rice at his favorite ampella.
“Why else?” ketus Bassta's.
Larisa shook her head and slowly grabbed the spoon.
Bassta bribed again because Larisa had already started her dinner. Without her knowing it, the female net was red and nurtured water.
Shadows the beautiful and bitter memories when little Larisa experienced about the special fried rice used ati ampela. Inversely, the lives of Fitria and Novia are indeed much different.
Larisa remembers her father not having a side business other than working as an honorary teacher in a private school. While he always sassy ask to be invited to eat fried rice ati ampela once a week. It was cheap for those who had it, but for the mediocre Larisa family, it was heavy.
Not only the desires they need to think about, but the needs of a month's life are wrapped in burdens.
Larisa remembers she kept whining asking, while Sadi had no more money at the time. Larisa was angry, went on hunger strike all day and locked herself in her room as she did because she was angry at Bassta right now.
Unheartened and anxious to see his son sulking, Sadi finally brought Larisa and Nurani to eat fried rice ati ampela on Sunday night. Larisa never knew where her father got the money from, until finally when she grew up, his mother told him that his father was willing to become a pelvic lecturer after teaching from school to meet the needs of life that were not met with the salary of an honorary teacher.
Disappointed in herself because Larisa knew when she was an adult. If he understood life as difficult as that, he might not dare to whine let alone sulk.
“Huuuuuuu..” Larisa suddenly cried.
“Why, hey, why?” Bassta panicked, directly glancing at Asih who was staring suspiciously at him. But he felt he did nothing.
“I just miss my family. And this food, fried rice ati ampela is an expensive food that I always wanted when I was a child when I used to only have mediocre money.” Larisa smiled bitterly and Bassta slowly lowered her spoon.
Why did he never think that Larisa must have missed her family? His family forbade him to come back.
“Bass.” Larisa was transfixed as Bassta separated one by one the ampella from her plate, she collected it and then moved it onto Larisa's plate.
Bassta finished, then returned Larisa's gaze.
“Eat until finished. Remember the wonderful moments with your family, as you please.”
Larisa smiled faintly and continued to pay attention to Bassta who had returned to bribing her fried rice.