My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

dilan's Wife

Arini has done a good job. All the stuff Tirta had he prepared in the car. Now just have breakfast and go to college.

The married couple had been in the dining room, enjoying breakfast without a word.

As usual, Arini ate his food voraciously, only the clanking of spoons and forks could be heard searing from his plate. Tirta just silently stole a glance looking at Arini, who should be in a scene of eating in the teve. This young man sometimes shook his head slowly inexhaustibly with Arini's diet. As of this moment, he was staring strangely. When Arini eats an omelette with a plate of white rice, unlike the plate that only has omelets. What a heavy breakfast menu and abstinence for him. But he also likes to see Arini's face, especially his bulging cheeks, look funny when eating voraciously.

“You slept in my room the night,” said Tirta broke the silence between them reminiscent of Arini sleeping in his room.

Hearing that, Arini averted her gaze from the plate staring at Tirta's face. “Sorry My sister overslept.” This girl forced a smile.

“Your body was so heavy, that I couldn't carry you back to your room. That's because you like snacking in the middle of the night and keep eating a lot of rice,” his lips stared cynically.

“Times my sister is heavy, even though my scales are normal,” elak girl who feels has this ideal body with her innocent face.

“You can't ya don't eat rice?” tirta asked in a cynical tone.

“Ia, sis. If I do not eat rice a day I limp, if not ngak ngak nendang, ngak energi,” replied this village girl with a smile spread.

“You're not afraid of fat?” for the third time the question was thrown for Arini.

“No kak.” Arini shook her head.

Tirta only snorted, Arini resumed her mouthful.

Before long they had finished breakfast, now ready to run their respective activities.

Dretc ... Dret ....

Shake Arini's phone at the table, making the girl who was still tidying the dinner table reach for her.

“Ya mas.” Arini was silent for a moment listening to the voice across there.

“He wait a minute. I'm out.”

Tirta's brows furrowed in hearing Arini like he was about to meet someone. He also became curious.

“Who?”

Tirta asked who had not yet moved from the dining table looked at Arini who was speeding up her movements.

“I order ojol mas, want to go to campus,” said Arini who had tucked his bag. because of yesterday's incident when he heard Gio's love statement known by people, surely many will be ignorant of him, one of them is like yesterday's incident, the motorcycle tire deflated. Arini no longer wants to ride a motorcycle to campus, afraid of the occurrence of flat tires repeated again and troublesome himself.

“For what? Why not use a motor?” ask Tirta.

“The motor is a little problematic, brother,” his answer is a little lying in the interspersed rigid smile.

“Motor was broken,” reset Tirta. “I will order a better one, I buy a new one,” this high-paying artist proposed, buying a motorcycle is just a small thing for him.

Arini who was seen hurriedly approached Tirta who was sitting stunned looking at him fixedly, until this girl pulled Tirta's right hand and kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"I go first brother,” said Arini speed up his steps.

Tirta looked at the back of the hand that Arini kissed. Again the soul of the old man as the father of Arini again penetrated when the girl kissed his hand.

“Yes that boy, ntar lost again, if you follow the same stranger,” Inner Tirta who saw Arini is just a plain little girl. he recalled back in the village first when going to school order parents not to come with strangers.

“Hei cancel your order,” said Tirta made Arini's steps stopped and turned to look at Tirta.

“Why brother?” ask Arini not understand

 “Let me drive you.”

“No need brother let me ride ojol aja,” reject this girl does not want to charge Tirta.

“Then you will be taken away by the same motorcycle taxi driver, rich little boy who often lost it, know-how in kidnapped, mutilated, made into a tumbar make a bridge, and,” clearly Tirta shuddered in horror at the advice of his childhood and now he looks as if as the father of Arini.

“Bupped escape. It is impossible kak.” Arini chuckled softly with Tirta's silly thoughts.

“Let me drive you, you take care of him, wait for me in the car.” Tirta wakes up from her seat and insists on taking Arini to campus.

Arini resigned, he also took care of the bully who had been in front of the house.

***

Arini and Tirta had been in the car speechless with their respective minds. Not long after the car pulled over in front of the campus gate.

Tirta stared at the atmosphere of the campus where he used to study.

“Thank you, have ushered me today,” said Arini developed a smile looking at the handsome young man with sunglasses covering his eyes looking cooler, sitting at the wheel.

“Emm, come in, come down later someone sees me,” replied in a flat tone.

Arini releases the seat beat that protects her body, opening the door of the car after it goes quickly while. Bow down to hide his face, because after the confession of love he received from Gio, many people increasingly looked cynically at him.

Tirta looked at the students who were looking at Arini and seemed to whisper to each other.

“Why his people look at him like that.” Tirta confirmed his gaze by opening the glasses perched on his nose, observing the man who looked at his wife and Arini also walked down to hide his face.

“This must be because, he is cupu. his appearance could be, this is an elite campus, many children of rich people study here. While his appearance is ordinary, it is appropriate that students here look down on him,” Tirta murmured. Arini girl is simple and how to dress is also ordinary, because that's why people underestimate it he thought when in fact because of the status of Arini that has been known by all students.

“How dare they look at him like that. You think he can't look the same as you? You have grossly underestimated the Wife of Dilan Magika, we will see later,” grumbled Tirta clucked annoyed, his hand gripped the steering wheel of the car put on a sullen face, unconsciously Tirta called Arini his wife. His heart felt hot, as if he could not accept his wife getting a slanted look from college students.

After being satisfied to observe, Tirta soon returned to spur his vehicle to leave the campus.