My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

Tirta's House

The couple had been in the car, on their way to Tirta's house. For a month they will live in one roof or until Nani's grandmother returns home. At first Arini refused not to bother Tirta but he was forced because of the wishes of his in-laws.

Silent mastering not a single word spoken, Tirta only focused on holding the steering wheel with a flat face, he thought after marrying this girl his task would be completed and would not meet Arini again, he thought that after marrying this girl his task would be finished and would not meet Arini again, turns out he was wrong, Arini instead had to live in his house and take care of the woman who had become his wife.

Tirta recalled something she grabbed her phone in her pants pocket and looked at the screen and put it in her ear.

“Hallo Bi.” Tirta's.

“Ia, sir.” Aunties.

“Begini Bi I want to tell you, if for a while you guys I will liburkan less than a month. Please tell all the other housekeepers. You guys should get out of the house now.” Tirta's.

“We were fired sir. Our fault what?” aunt sounded panicked.

“Not fired, I just want to entertain you guys, I will still pay for everything. When I call you guys, you'll be back.” Tirta's.

“So stay in salary even though we do not work.” aunty

“Ia, but you have to leave the house now, when I until you guys are no longer home.” Tirta's.

“Good sir Thank you.” Aunties.

Phone calls have been cut off.

“Why is his assistant in liburkan mas?” asked Arini curiously finally broke the silence capturing the core of Tirta's story with his assistant.

“Because I don't want them to gossip about us. I don't want them to know if we're married, and this secret leaked out making my slogan fall,” Tirta explained ketus she doesn't believe her maid can keep her secret.

 

Arini who heard the answer of this handsome young man became guilty, because because Tirta had comforted his assistant to his presence.

“Sorry mas, I've been troublesome,” said Arini bowed with a guilty face.

“Thank God you were aware.”

“I go home aja mas, let me stay at home father only,” said Arini felt bad.

Tirta smiled obliquely. “Trus I have to tell them what if, this beloved daughter-in-law of theirs, I stay at home,” her lips.

Arini was silent to understand Tirta's position, he also had no other choice.

“Pretty don't bother me when we stay together later,” ketus Tirta direction of view staring at the road.

“Once again sorry mas,” said Arini slowly.

“Oh it's one more don't call me mas,” snatch Tirta.

Arini directed her gaze at the handsome young man holding the steering wheel.

“So what do I call? Just name.” Ask Arini.

“And don't call me Tirta, it's not my name,”.

“Then what mas?” tanya Arini did not understand.

“Mas Dilan.”

“Dilan only do not need to use mas.” Press Tirta.

“Not polite mas.”

“What's important don't call me mas or Tirta,” he explained.

Arini was silent for a moment thinking.

“If sister Dilan?” cetus Arini's.

This young man was silent for a moment.

“That's it, because I'm older than you,” he said briefly.

The atmosphere returned silent no more words spoken after the nickname decision had been triggered.

The car has entered the courtyard of Dilan Magika's luxury home. They had arrived, Arini got off the car staring in awe at the white house with lots of glass in the front view .

Tirta House is located in an elite and luxurious housing, only great people can live in this place. Arini already thought there must be many famous artists who live in this place.

“What you see come in,” invite Tirta to look at Arini who is still standing staring at the house of Tirta who is no less luxurious with his in-laws.

Arini took the suitcase of her clothes in the car and pulled the lever while following the footsteps of Tirta who guided her into the house.

Arini's bead eyes stared at the predominantly white household looking neat and clean. He realized he was in front of a room.

“This is your room, do not expect us to room” ketus Tirta shows the room that will be occupied Arini.

This girl just silently accepted Tirta's treatment to her, she understood why Tirta was being cold to her, because she was just an unexpected wife, the relationship that should have been a brother-in-law turned into a husband and wife. Idols like Tirta should get the best women unlike her who is only a village girl, even married with her sister Sanggu Arini feel inappropriate.

“Because you live in my house, I have laid off all my servants, so from now on you have to replace them to take care of this house,” explained Tirta.

“Good mas.” Tirta's eyes rounded looking at Arini when he heard again this girl called him mas.

“I mean Brother Dilan,” errat Arini. “I will replace the task to take care of this house and the needs of sister,”

“Good, if you accept it, as long as you stay in this house do not make me difficult and add to my burden,” sneer Tirta put a cold face since marriage only that look, on his face, on his face, who continues to stick especially faced with Arini, the sense of not accepting continues to penetrate in his heart until he is strict with Arini.

“Come in, rest,” Tirta's word, his feet have stepped away.

“Thank you, I promise I will not be troublesome and will do homework,” said Arini staring at the back of Tirta who had moved away, the young man only replied by raising his hand.

Arini went into the room laying down her body on the bed, she stared at the ceiling of the room really she still could not believe she had married her idol even now for a month she would live together.

“Grandma may granny recover quickly and go home so that I do not stay any longer in this house, pity mas Tirta he hassles because of me, because of me,” Inner Arini feels guilty to the young man whose life has been turned upside down for marrying her.