My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

Morning together

Dawn also rises, Arini has awakened in the morning to work as a substitute for the duties of a housekeeper, who was forced to be liburous by Tirta due to his existence who did not want to be known as Tirta's wife.

Arini set foot into the kitchen, her first task was to prepare a breakfast menu for them today.

This beautiful girl began to open a refrigerator whose contents are neatly arranged lined with bottles of health drinks that are sure to maintain the endurance and stamina of the artist.

“What cooking is it for?” muttered Arini stared at the contents of the refrigerator which only looked like a lot of drinks.

Arini only found a few neatly arranged eggs, she grabbed them.

“What I cook fried rice only yes, just like at my father's house. Alright fried rice only,” Arini has decided if their breakfast menu is fried rice with eggs.

Arini skillfully processed the ingredients into delicious food. The smell filled the room.

It does not take long two servings of fried rice have been served on the dining table.

“Breakfast is ready to wait for Tirta mas breakfast together, Eh wrong not mas but brother Dilan,” errat Arini spoke slowly hit his mouth slowly.

“Taking a wait for Brother Dilan I will get ready to go to campus.” Arini leaves the kitchen for her room.

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Arini was neat and ready to go to campus but before leaving, she would fill her stomach with fried rice that she had made.

Arini sat at the dinner table with a plate of fried rice in front of her and there was another plate of rice for her husband. When about to bribe food Arini gasped when he realized Tirta was walking towards the refrigerator in a sleeveless black singlet shirt that looked wet with sweat like the young man had just done morning exercise.

Arini got up from her seat. “Kak Dilan, I've cooked. Let's have breakfast together,” take Arini while staring at the young man who looked at drinks.

Tirta looked cynically at Arini and then walked towards the dining table, he sat at the dining table staring at the breakfast menu presented.

Arini placed a plate of fried rice in front of Tirta.

“I ngak eat, food like that, it is fatty and full of calories,” said Tirta ketus reject Arini cuisine. He should always keep his appearance especially his weight as an Artist because it is the biggest capital for his career.

“Sorry I don't know,” says Arini feels guilty.

This handsome young man put on a careless face staring at the innocent face of Arini. “I can't eat rice. I have to keep my weight! In order not to go up.”

“So what sister wants to eat. Later I prepare,” Arini stand ready to serve the desire of the artist because there is no assistant Tirta will definitely be trouble it thought.

“No need! You have breakfast,” refuse Tirta to make Arini sit back.

Tirta then stuck her hand to the table grabbing a loaf of bread and smearing it with jam. While Arini he began to feed her food, silence mastered only the sound of the clanking of spoons heard from Arini's plate, greedily Arini ate his own fried rice, making Tirta set his sights on the girl. Staring as Arini scooped the rice and eggs into one and then put it into the mouth chewed in a state of full mouth, looks very delicious and appetizing.

“Ia, eat ravenously, like not eating a week, when viewed from the way the food, the food looks very good, like,” Inner Tirta swallowed his salivary either saw Arini eating the food makes to want to taste the cuisine.

“It looks so good, Tirta's inner” stared at the plate of fried rice that was supposed to be his ration unknowingly he licked his lower lip, his saliva as if to drip seeing Arini stuffing mouthfuls of food into his mouth. The bread that was in his grasp was already felt not wanting to enter again in his throat. He wanted to taste the girl's cooking.

“I have just been exercising and burning fat, the time I ate rice, Tirta's inner” is still staring at Arini and a plate of fried rice alternately.

“You didn't eat this too?” asked this handsome young man pleasantries still staring cynically at Arini.

Arini looked up to turn her eyes to Tirta.

“Not brother later I am full,” said Arini.

“Sadly if discarded, this time I will eat it, tomorrow no longer,” he said as if very forced, whereas he was tempted by Arini cuisine that he refused earlier with ketus. The girl continued eating.

Arini and Tirta had breakfast together until the rice on Arini's plate was toilet, he lifted the plate to the sink and washed it after that he said to Tirta who was still eating his breakfast.

“Kak Dilan I gave up college first,” said Arini who felt it was too late.

“Go aja ngak need to pay, oh he, in the front closet there is a car key, you just choose the car you want to use, you just choose the car you want to use,” he said still eating food that turned out to be very delicious made him not want to stop.

“Sorry brother, don't worry. I ordered an online ojek aja.”

“Why?” tirta asked her frown.

“I don't know drive.” Arini smiled stiffly embarrassedly obvious if she was just a village girl.

This handsome young man snorted. “If motor can?” ask again.

“Can.”

“In the garage there is also a motor for household assistants here, you use it to campus, the key is also in the closet,” bargain Tirta.

“Alright brother. I go first.”

“Remember if you get out of this house be careful not to let anyone see you especially neighbors, just keep your mouth shut not to be a leaky bucket, and, just be careful you say and show off to your college friends if you have married a famous artist Dilan Magika,” press Tirta the secrets of his marriage must be kept neat.

“I will be careful and make sure no one knows we are married,” obviously Arini faced her husband with patience and gentleness until now she also did not expect to marry everyone's idol.

Arini was about to leave but before, he grabbed Tirta's hand and kissed the back of the handsome young man's hand as a sign of his goodbye, making Tirta become shocked by Arini's treatment.

Arini's shadow has left her.

“Yes the boy used the show kiss hands again the same me, emang I his father,” grumbled Tirta glanced at the back of his hand, then back at the plate that still left a few more spoons.

Until he realized melted back the rice that had entered his mouth quickly downing water. “What is this, I eat rice. Jeez I eat rice.” Tirta looks frantically hit his face with the palm of his hand he greatly admires his perfect body, has long he continues to work hard, consistently maintaining a diet for the sake of his ideal body. “Gosh I ate a plate of rice, It should be burned, this can not be fat.” The handsome young man who was very attentive to this appearance got up from his seat running around a little left the kitchen with a grumbling mouth blaming Arini.

“This must be burned, must be burned, this is all because of the girl, I also why I can be tempted to eat it,” grumbled Tirta running small.