My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

hard work Tirta

Tirta is in a park where is the location of the soap opera that he is currently starring in. This handsome young man was sitting in the car with his hands holding the script sheet waiting his turn to shoot while observing the film crew being seen from a distance.

“Lan, you don't bring shoes. I'm looking for nothing,” asked Rian his best friend and assistant.

Tirta directed her gaze at Rian who was rummaging through the back of the car.

“There, try to find carefully,” he said because all have been prepared Arini according to the record.

“Not a single one in your car,” obviously then stop the action.

“Times anyway,” this young man as if in disbelief because all this time Arini never made a mistake.

“See for yourself, if you don't believe.”

Tirta set his eyes on the place pointed by Rian and there were only clothes. “Basar tuh boy, he said everything was prepared, why could not miss,” muttered Tirta considering if this morning Arini rushed to scoop his clothes out of the room and forget his shoes.

“I'll go home to take it. Shoes are important,” said the assistant.

“Do not! No need,” reject Tirta quickly at this time in his house there must be Arini.

Rian stared at the strange Tirta, who some days did not want his house visited to make him curious, feeling that something was hidden by this artist.

“Let me take care, you calm down,” explained Tirta.

Walking away from Rian then reaching into his phone in his pants pocket. Gently wipe the screen and stick it in the ear.

“Ya, sis.” Arini's.

“Hey you forgot my shoes!” tirta's spray sounded annoyed

“I've prepared all the kak,” denied Arini soon sound.

“Yes god, he sis. I forgot to rush out of the room, the shoes I brought.” Arini admitted his mistake

“Basic sloppy.”

“You're here with shoes, I'll sharelock the address.”

“Good sister.”

Phone calls are disconnected. This young man put his cell phone in his pants pocket. Stepping back to where Rian was sitting on the folding chair was still staring at him. Tirta sat in the car with the door open.

“Your helper is back?” rian asked and was only answered with deheman by Tirta.

Tirta breathed a little guilt, because of her work that came home late at night, Arini who stayed at home also felt the hassles of taking care of her.

“Ian, I want to save my night filming schedule,” said Tirta slowly.

“Ha, you no longer have a fever right,” ledek Rian put the back of his hand on Tirta's forehead. The young man immediately brushed it off.

“I'm serious.”

Rian looked at Tirta's face, looking for a smile but he could not find it. This young man's mark was serious about his words. Rian dragged his folding chair sitting opposite to Tirta who was sitting in the car seat for this more serious chat.

“Why did your parents acknowledge you as their child? or have they called you home?” cibir Rian knows how Tirta in the eyes of the family is only a child whose interests are numbered by the family. Only big brother Tirta was their pride and this young man was always considered a bad boy.

“I'm just saturated,” obviously exhales heavily. Tirta stared far away remembering the flashbacks of her life. As a child he lived a simple life, having an older brother whose cleverness was extraordinary until all the attention was only to his older brother. Andra's needs are always number one, and she just keeps getting her sister's used stuff. He was not a stupid child but he could not keep up with his brother who was born a genius and he admitted that.

The wound imprints to adulthood and the severity he is always compared to his brother modeled after the personal Andra that makes more disgusted. He became a bad boy, rebelled and looked increasingly useless in the eyes of his parents just to show his protest, until finally decided to leave the house determined to prove if he could also be proud.

For years he worked hard to prove he was a successful and proud boy.

Enter into the world of artistry by working hard to keep the body even no longer eat his favorite food, appearance that always looks perfect, manners, maintain a good name, and, freedom is wherever it no longer has. All he did and turned into a stranger, just for family recognition after a sentence. I'm proud of you. That's when his hard work will pay off.

“Since when did you know that word, you've been through it all for years.” Rian reminded how Tirta's struggle gained family recognition.

“You said you wouldn't stop working hard before your parents admitted, if you could also be a great person.”

“Tuh Kasian boy is also alone continue at home, the nights again. No one takes care, kasian also saw him staying up late waiting for me to go home, his inner” he was behind his fierce attitude shown to Arini but this young man cared and cared.

“Only a month,” said Tirta somehow could not bear to leave the woman he considers this little boy, alone at home especially at night. Instinct as the father of Arini rose again to see this girl has difficulty following her night schedule.

“Good. I'll try to reset your schedule. This month I will not take any more offers,” said Rian understood if this young man had been tired of years of working hard to go home in the morning and it was time to give a little leeway. Rian does not know if the artist did everything to keep his family's housekeeping wife.

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.Tirta Kita kasian really fate especially if in bandingin ma the neighbor's child nyesek very😭. Especially if your fasting month is watching the Quran. Added nyesek🤧.

“See the children of young people already memorized Quran.”

I also want to wrap Tirta's rich clothes. But I'm an artist if I leave the house? But I can't take care of the body, I can't diet. Especially eating rice.🤧

How to confide in anyway.🙄

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