My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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The sun had risen, the scorching rays were burning the skin, Tirta was on set. It is a time of rest for lunch. This handsome young man sitting casually resuscitated his back on the back of the chair while closing his eyes stealing time for a short break. Until the voice of a man makes him have to open his eyes.

“Lan you don't bring a suit?” asked the young man who was the same age as Tirta, he was Rian's best friend and assistant and manager of Tirta who had been accompanying him to arrange Tirta's work schedule in the entertainment world.

“Jas.”

Tirta stared lazily at Rian, she took a deep breath as she comforted her maid, everything became a mess even she did not allow Rian to come to her house to prepare everything.

“I forgot,” the answer is short.

"Kok can forget, tonight there is a talk show you become a guest star, you have to appear neat in a suit,” explained the assistant.

“He, I forgot and hurried earlier.”

“What is the same about your helpers? Did you drive today?” oceh Rian gave a probing look at Dilan's today who was always meticulous in preparing for all the changes forgetting some filming needs.

“Helpers at home all I liburkan, let ngak sfor,” alibi this handsome young man.

“All?” Rian looked at the strange artist.

“Emmm.” Tirta cleared her throat again closing her eyes.

“Why do you all liburkan, you will not be able to take care of everything,” oceh Rian.

“Already they also need entertainment.”

“Alright, because they are off I will prepare all, I will go to your house,” said Rian made Tirta jerk back to open her eyes.

“Do not!” tirta's voice rises suddenly the sleepiness that caused her to disappear when Rian said he wanted to go to her house, he did not want Rian to meet Arini.

“Why can't I go to your house? See a lot of things that are left behind,” asked Rian increasingly felt strange with Tirta.

“Do not go to my house, you just record what I have to bring from home, let me prepare, you do not need to bother,” explained Tirta.

Rian paused for a moment looking suspiciously at something strange with his best friend, but he just followed what the artist wanted.

“Thanks,” said Tirta received it.

Rian leaves Tirta to join another crew.

Tirta opened her lunch box, when she was ready to eat she remembered the face of the plain girl she had been at home with.

“Tuh son, He has eaten yet huh?” inward Tirta immediately looked at the back of the hand that Arini kissed this morning when the innocent girl went to campus, Tirta recalled the memories of when she was a child when she was going to go to school, kiss her hands on her parents and ask for pocket money, she thought Arini from the village would be like that too, he feels like an old man now just because Arini kissed his hand.

“I forgot to give him pocket money, He has pocket money huh?” Tirta's mind raged at the fate of the innocent village girl who was now his responsibility.

“Ahhh, will not be a son who kisses hands, ask for pocket money, besides he is the father's son-in-law, yes time does not have money,” Tirta increasingly monologue himself worries Arini.

“What if he has no pocket money, he keeps eating all day.” More worried about his own mind.

“Sadar Dilan emang I his father.”

“But he's their beloved daughter-in-law, I have to take good care of him.” Tirta's appetite is lost for thinking about Arini.

“Ahhh, I have to go home to make sure, tuh boy has eaten what not?”

Tirta got up from his seat about to go home, saw the state of the girl who hitchhiked in his house and became his responsibility.

"Where are you going?” rian asked as he saw this artist instead walking towards the car.

“Bone a minute,” said Tirta continued to step towards the parked car.

“Half hour we start filming.” Rian reminded.

“Ia, Just a moment,” obviously Tirta then get in the car.

“Ahhh ... troublesome course, should I take her mobile number, the girl will only trouble me,” fretted Tirta while holding the steering wheel driving towards the house where Arini is located, this is Tirta behind his sharp and fierce attitude he is a figure of concern.