My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

meeting Idols

Arini had just set foot on the set, carrying the artist's shoes that Arini had forgotten this morning. This beautiful girl clucked in awe as she looked at the set and some of the crew. This was first for him, making him enthusiastic.

“Here must be a lot of artists,” muttered Arini continued to step while looking for where Tirta is in accordance with the directions given by her husband.

Arini's eye beads catch the young man being sought, seen sitting alone reading the script. He also rushed over.

“Kak Dilan,” said Arini developed a smile, standing in front of Tirta with his hands tote a paper bag containing shoes.

This young man looked up at Arini sharply. “You! Could have made a mistake,” spray Tirta judging this girl.

“Sorry brother,” great-grandson Arini downcast feeling guilty.

“You are careless once, not careful,” scolding.

“Sorry brother. This is also because this morning brother did not give me a chance to make it easy, well earlier,” said Arini reminded if he had told Tirta to come out for a while this young man would even open his towel in front of Arini. Make it tear and forget to take out the shoes.

“Wah you blame me!” ketus Tirta's.

"No brother.” Arini shook her head quickly.

“Put the shoes there,” point Tirta and this girl also put in the place appointed by her husband.

Arini turned around to finish her task, she stood beside Tirta but she was instantly amazed as her black netra captured the shadow of a beautiful female figure from a distance.

Makes Arini excited and excited. “Wah Marsya Ayunda!” arini screams while unconsciously he patted hard the back of Tirta who was sitting upright making the young man jerked.

“Aduh!” pekik Tirta rubbed trying his back that hurt due to Arini. “You want to make me die ya!” tirta's spray made Arini wake up and turned to look at Tirta in pain.

Arini's smile was gone, her face changed pias. “Sorry brother. I did it on purpose.” Arini squatted to match the height of Tirta who was sitting on the chair helped rub Tirta's back, just because she saw one of the idol artists she became self-forgotten.

“How about I passed out earlier!” hardiknya stared with a murderous look.

“Once again sorry brother, I was looking at Marsya Ayunda,” he said with guilt. Then came back excited as his eyes shot over the female artist. “Marsya Ayunda turned out to be very beautiful yes sis, if seen directly,” said Arini staring ahead with sparkling eye beads.

Tirta snorted turning the lazy eyeball. “Do not be tacky!”

“Kata media sister dating ya same Marsya Ayunda? Is true?” tanya Arini looked curiously at her husband.

“What cares?” said sarcasm.

“I'm just curious, brother? Brother and he are very compatible. She is very beautiful,” praise Arini raise her two thumbs on Tirta.

This young man smiled slantedly. “She, I do deserve to be with Marsya Ayunda artist, beautiful, talented than you, just an ordinary woman. My sister's ex-wife, too,” sneer Tirta.

Arini bowed sadly rightly that in Tirta said she did not deserve to be with him this young man. She is only a widow while Tirta is everyone's idol, which means she is only a village girl. “Sorry brother,” softly, he also realized Tirta had stuck with him.

Tirta stared fixedly at the bowed Arini. “Have not apologized continue.” He also felt a little exaggerated with his words.

Arini pulled the corner of her lips. “I know my sister married me for being forced. I do nothing if my sister is related to another woman. But I will continue to support my sister with Marsya Ayunda. Soon I will be home with my grandmother. We will rarely meet,” he said Arini also never expected the relationship will be far away and survive with this artist.  

Tirta was silent and did not respond to Arini's remarks.

Arini again amazed when a handsome young man who is also an Artist approached them.

“Wah Kenzi Anggara,” screams Arini wriggly gripping arm Tirta.

“Oh sick,” lamented Tirta who again get torment from Arini.

"Huh." Arini jerked off her grip.

“Dilan after this sin both of us. Let's practice first,” invite handsome young man whose hands carry the script.

“Ya,” replied Dilan was about to leave but Arini blocked Tirta's hand.

“What's up?”

“Emm. Please help me,” whine Arini put on a face of blemish.

“Help?” Tirta's eyebrows are wrinkled.

“Please brother, help me ask for Kenzi Anggara's signature,” whispered Arini with a smile showing his queen teeth to the young man among them.

“Okay! Why do I ask for the signature of a fellow artist to make me ashamed!” reject it.

“I ngefans kak,” he said put on a face bleak.

“You asked for yourself!”

“I'm ashamed!” Arini blushed to make Tirta stare.

“then don't expect to have her signature.” Tirta had woken up from her seat.

“Kakak Dilan!” calling him made Tirta turn around and could not bear to see that innocent face.

“Who Lan?” asked the artist who had been staring at Arini whispering with Tirta.

“Sepupu from the village ask for your signature,” he said.

“Hai,” hello Kenzi threw a sweet smile while waving at Arini. Makes this girl seem like she can't breathe seeing dimples on Kenzi's face.

“Whose name are you?” ask Kenzi kindly.

“Arini kak,” said Arini blushed shy like a child Abg in love makes Tirta grunt turning the eyeball looking at the behavior of Arini.

“I can ask for a brother's signature?”

“May as many as you want.” Hearing that Arini further developed her smile.

“Rara I will be able to sign our idol artist,” Inner Arini is anxious.

“Your cousin, beautiful also Lan,” Kenzi said staring at Arini.

“Where is the book?” tanya Tirta was impatient.

Arini patted her unconscious jidat. “Yes, geez, I did not bring kak,” said Arini.

“Ngapain request signature then!” clucking bitter.

Kenzi chuckled softly at Arini's funny behavior.

“do you have a pen? Ask.

“About taking in car.”

Without any more words Arini ran a small pick up pen and paper in the car. Not long after he came with a pen and a book.

“This.” Arini thrust a book and a permanent marker on the idol.

Kenzi began to cross out on the blank paper with his signature and gave it to Arini.

“One more can ngak brother? Make my friend,” he said back give it to Kenzi.

“Bby,” said Kenzi back take the stationery.

Arini watched Kenzi's hand stain the paper with a signature. “Another sister for my grandmother.” Arini smiled stiffly at Tirta who put on a sour face.

“One more sis for my mother in my village, so I can show off to my neighbors in the village,” said Arini has an artist signature is a pride that will be exhibited in the village later.

“Haha you're funny, Arini.” Kenzi chuckles.

Tirta flicked her lips, staring pensively at their familiarity.

“Still brother.” Arini developed a smile, he regretted arriving to bring items from home to be signed by this artist, especially Kenzi is very friendly. Until triggered.

“Kak one more, for mementos. On my shirt can also be signed,” he said arini made Tirta stunned by the behavior of this village girl meeting with idols.

Arini turned around to direct his waiting, only clothes that thought he could offer to be tandangi again.

“Bby.”

Tirta rounded her eyes when she saw that Kenzi had approached Arini. His hand was ready to cross Arini's back shoulder.

“What the fuck he is, he willingly touched his body just because of the signature,” Inner Tirta did not willing Kenzi touch Arini.

“It's enough, he has to go home.”  Tirta stood between them. Tirta took the marker in Kenzi's hand gave it to Arini and pulled Arini's hand away

“Thank you brother Kenzi,” he said turned around.

“Sama-sama, tomorrow play here again,” Kenzi reply made Tirta even more upset.

Arini and Tirta have been away from Kenzi.

“You think it's an SMA pass. Until the shirt asks to be signed!” furious Tirta. “You want to be touched by him,” spray Tirta put on an annoyed face.

“I just want to wear clothes that have the signature of Kenzi Anggara in front of my friend,” said Arini Adengan plain look.

Tirta grabbed the marker that Arini was holding and opened the lid. “Here I am who signed on your shirt, I am more famous than him and your friend it will surely be proud, with the signature of Dilan Magika,” grunts Tirta grinning. Raise hand.

Arini rounded her eyes, as the hand holding the marker would land right on her chest. Make this girl drunk and then cover her chest with a cross hand.

“Do not,”

“You want a shirt with a signature, right? I gave a big one to your chest.” This young man grinned with a sly smile.

“Don't brother, I'll be home." Arini.

"Hey why are you running! I haven't signed!” call Tirta.

"I go home first sister.” Waving hand.

Tirta looked at Arini's departure. “Basic boy. Want to be touched by men for the sake of signatures, fortunately I can prevent it,” grumbled Tirta still put on an annoyed face holding back anger either his heart became hot.