My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Arini had been at the house of Tirta, this girl decided to clean the house but before that, she would cook the groceries she bought at the market earlier.

Arini was about to charge up before cleaning this vast two-story house.

Arini had been in the kitchen concocting the groceries she had bought. This beautiful girl intends to cook her favorite simple food, although she has long lived in the city but she still has the appetite of the villagers.

Before long the cuisine is ready, the menu of salted fish with clear vegetables and red sambal into a simple lunch menu Arini not forget crackers as a complement.

Arini has been sitting at the dining table eating food using only hands without a spoon, so it feels delicious but has just entered some bribes. Arini stood up again with her hands pressed against the rice as her bead caught the shadow of the tall young man's body approaching her.

“Kak Dilan,” said Arini was staring at the owner of the house who put a flat face he did not think that Tirta would go home this afternoon.

“What did you do to my kitchen? Why is it smelly?” tanya Tirta sniffed the scent of salted fish that still stuck strongly in the sense of smell.

“Sorry brother, I am cooking and frying salted fish.” Arini was still chewing the food that was still in her mouth.

“Other times do not cook it again at my house,” ketus Tirta walk towards the table staring at the menu Arini cuisine that re-appointed his taste, especially the red sambal presented.

“It looks really good,” Inner Tirta back saliva as if dripping see the menu of cuisine that used to always fill his days, when not yet as successful, as this, especially at this time his stomach was also starving because he also did not have time to eat lunch.

“Yeah, it shouldn't, it's a heavy meal, it contains a lot of fat. I can't eat rice anymore, Tirta's inner” resisted the temptation of food in front of her.

“Continue eating you,” Tirta also sat down to reach for water and then downed her to get rid of her desire.

Arini walks to get a plate for Tirta, she will invite her husband to eat together.

This handsome young man remembered his goal of going home was to give Arini an allowance. Tirta then grabbed the wallet in his pants pocket, after which took out the card that Arini would give.

“This sister.” Arini precedes giving a plate for Tirta to eat together.

“I told you, I don't eat rice,” reject Tirta.

But his hand still grabbed the plate that had been thrust by Arini, then put it in front of him.

Arini just kept quiet he returned to eating the food on the plate no matter Tirta wanted to eat or not the important thing he had offered.

Again Tirta gulped his saliva as he stared at Arini poking the salted fish with sambal piled it on the rice and then fed his mouth, with his next hand biting the crackers.

Kres ... kres sound when Arini bit the cracker makes Tirta more tempted.

“Ahhhh this child. Not long ago I told casting at a meal, if eating looks really good, making want,” Inner Tirta.

Arini looked up at Tirta who was watching her.

“Let's eat,” bargain this girl with an innocent face makes this offered as if getting a fresh breeze she who can no longer resist welcoming with spirit.

“Ia, said people can not refuse food,” Tirta alibi this time he again lost and forgot his healthy diet.

Tirta filled his plate with a little rice and side dishes for him that were important he had already tasted the simple cuisine again, was enough.

Tirta began to eat Arini's cooking and it was very tasty as if his longing in childhood was paid off, he ate with greed.

The couple returned to eating together. Tirta remembered her goal of returning home.

“This is for you.” Tirta thrust the card in front of Arini.

Arini stared at the cards that were still on the table. “What is this sister?”

“You use to shop for your needs,” obviously Tirta still enjoys Arini cuisine.

“No need brother, I already exist from the father,” explained Arini as the son-in-law of the Abraham family he is free to shop anything.

Arini was silent for a moment looking at Tirta.

“Udah don't protest much anymore, take aja.”

Arini held out her hand to reach for the card to get closer to her.

“Oh he, you are aware because of your presence. I don't have a maid,” press Tirta.

“Ia, sis. Sorry to bother,” Arini said back with a feeling of guilt.

“And since I don't have any helpers, you have to replace them. As long as you stay here you have to help me prepare the items that I will bring to the set, you will have to help me prepare,” clear Tirta with flat face, he will use Arini to replace the housekeeper duties.

“Good brother, I'll work on it.” This girl also felt heavy-hearted troublesome Tirta. He will help as much as possible so that the burden of Tirta is not too heavy.

“You also know that I am a very busy artist and have a lot of activities. I shoot every day, go home early in the morning late at night,” Obviously makes Arini just nod in understanding. Dilan Magika is famous for artists who have many programs on television. And thanks to his hard work, he became the number one top artist.

“Remember this, I always come home late at night around 12 or one o'clock at night. As long as I haven't come home you can't sleep, that long you have to wait for me and after that you have to prepare the things that I'm going to bring tomorrow to the set,” clear Tirta new task Arini.

Arini listened while devouring food, Tirta still told him what to do Arini at length.

“When I wake up everything must be neat, arrange the items I bring in the car,” explained Tirta.

“You understand?” ask this handsome young man.

“Yes I understand I will do all well.”

“Good if you understand.”

Tirta was still chewing the food in her mouth as her hand reached for the empty rice place she was about to add more food. Arini who saw that spoke up.

“Sorry brother, the rice is up, I just cooked a little earlier,” said Arini.

“Redged!” at once Tirta gasped into a panic, staring at the empty rice place and the plate that had been clean and remembered that he had eaten rice again this time and it must have been him who had finished it, because Arini's cooking is very good and makes his memories back until he unknowingly spends it all.

“How many times do I add?” tirta asked, looking intently at Arini.

“Three times,” Arini raised three fingers makes the artist who always keeps this appearance more panicked.

“Three times!” repeat Tirta then downed the white water.

“Yeah, why don't you prevent me.” Exasperate to Arini.

Arini was just silent - there's no way she's banning people from adding food she thought.

“This must be burned.” Tirta rushed up from her seat jumping up and down.

“Burning brother! What's burned!” Arini also frantically stood up, he did not understand what Tirta meant by fat.

“Ahhhh already, I go first.” This handsome young man left Arini with an annoyed feeling.

“Remember don't forget tonight wait for me to go home,” press Tirta turned to look at Arini who was still silent staring at him.

“He's brother.”

“Awas just you sleeping.”

Tirta then left with a full stomach mixed with regret. Back he grumbled because of Arini the innocent girl who became his wife.

Arini just took a heavy breath tonight she was going to fight her drowsiness to wait for her husband to come home.