My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

filming location

Tirta sat down with a beautiful artist, Marsya Ayunda. They sit face to face waiting for the shooting turn, while discussing the scene they will do later.

Arini has been on set stepping excitedly and a smile that continues to expand. His right hand was carrying a paper bag.

Arini seemed to want to shout loudly when her bead eyes caught the bodies of Tirta and Marsya together. He also approached.

“Kak Dilan,” greet Arini in a slow voice walking closer to Tirta. He tried to hold back his pleasure to meet Marsya Ayunda directly.

Tirta looked at Arini who had been standing next to her, smiling at Marsya.

“Why did you just come!” sentak Tirta put on a lazy face to see Arini's smile on the artist before him.

Arini squatted to equalize the height of Tirta and then showed the paperbag he was carrying.

“Sorry brother, I stopped by to buy this first, make it signed with brother Marsya.” Arini shows the contents inside the paperbag. Netra black her eyes looked at Marsya who was fixedly staring at the two of them.

“How much!” decak Tirta when he saw the goods under Arini in the form of cutlery and clothes to be signed.

“Create collection!” arini said with a grin at Marsya.

“Don't embarrass me! Don't tacky. Just sign it in the book. After that go home!”

This girl put on a parsimonious face after hearing Tirta's words that limited her.

“Yes, not in books. Alright in tumbler and mug only,” bargain Arini raised two fingers.

“Who Lan?” asked Marsya who was curious to see the interaction of the two.

Tirta stopped the debate, looking at Marsya. “Sya know, this is Arini my cousin from the village. He was just like you and asked for a signature,” Tirta said.

Arini stood up while developing her smile, blushing in embarrassment.

“Hai. Arini,” greet Marsya waving.

It felt like Arini wanted to shout as the artist greeted.

“Kak Marsya's. I like acting like a sister. Sister is very beautiful,” praise Arini. Tirta who heard the twisting of the eyeball saw the excitement of Arini.

“You can just Arini. You are also very beautiful,” reply Marsya makes Arini develop her smile even more.

“Lan, your cousin is beautiful,” Marsya added looking at Tirta who snorted and smiled obliquely hearing this artist's opinion of Arini.

“Kak, can I ask for a signature?” Arini advanced closer and closer, standing before Marsya thrusting the book and permanent marker that he had prepared.

“Bby. Regardless,” Marsya received the book and the marker then began to anoint him with a signature.

“One more sis,” says Arini her hand helped turn the paper on the book.

Marsya followed Arini's wishes, seeing the artist very friendly to make Arini lulled, he reached into the paperbag he brought out some of its contents.

“This brother also please sign. Let if you see this remember brother,” Arini thrusting mugs and tumblers while turning a stiff smile at the young man who had been looking at him sharply.

“Emmm.” Tirta cleared her throat when Arini's hand reached into the contents of the paper bag again will remove the goods to be dressed up.

This girl stopped her intentions. As he turned to look at the one Tirta had glared at him.

“After Arini, there again?” ask Marsya.

“No brother. thank you,” said Arini.

This beautiful girl was silent for a moment like forgetting something, then grabbed the phone that was in the bag.

“Can't ask for a photo ngak?” tanya Arini showed her phone, looking back at Tirta who had a flat face with many requests Arini.

“Bby dong.” Marsya got up from her seat.

The smile of this beautiful girl grew even more intense when she heard the artist's answer. Arini walked over standing beside Marsya. Arini starts aiming at her phone camera, taking some pictures with Marya.

Tirta pulled the corner of her lips as she looked at Arini who was posing with a smile of happiness. A warm feeling enveloped the recesses of his heart. This girl easily smiled as if she had forgotten the problems she had been facing for a long time.

Arini and Marsya continued to pose. Arini also follows the style that the artist is directing in taking pictures, making it more and more look worrisome.

Their pose came to a halt when and Tirta's smile instantly dissipated as another handsome young man approached them.

“Wah there is Arini, you play here again,” said Kenzi standing next to Arini.

“Hai, brother Kenzi,” greet Arini waving, one hand again save his phone into a bag.

“You've met Arini Ken?” marsya asked, knitting her brows.

“Ia, yesterday.”

Kenzi stared fixed Arini's appearance is very much different from yesterday, the hair is diluted with expensive makeup that is still attached to the work of Tirta. The highlight of his eyes implied admiration.

“Wah you are so beautiful. Your appearance changed,” complimented him without blinking a single bit.

“Still brother.” Listen to the beautiful compliments of the artist. Arini blushed embarrassedly, her hand slipping the child's hair behind the ear making Tirta who saw him roll his eyes panted at their familiarity.

“He, Lan why don't you invite your cousin for casting too. Take part in who knows who can be famous too,” cetus Kenzi looked at Arini with a judging look.

“He can't act!” ketus Tirta's.

“Finger dong Lan,” sahut Marsya.

“Sorry my brother has talent in acting.” Arini refused.

Their conversation halted as one of the crew approached them.

“Sya, Lan. Get ready it's your turn!” call him.

“Oke.”

Tirta got up from her seat approaching Arini.

“You have met Marsya's time, now you go home there,” said Tirta did not like Arini linger again serving Kenzi.

“Good sister.”

“Arini you want to go home, I'll take ya,” bargain Kenzi.

Tirta's eyes were perfectly rounded and instantly stopped his steps upon hearing Kenzi's wish.

“Do not, ntar ngerepotin you.” Sambar Tirta's.

“No, I'm done,” said Kenzi somehow his eyes continued to look at Arini.

“Hei! you just sit there wait for me, we go home together,” Tirta explained pointing to the chair he had just occupied.

Tirta approached Arini and whispered softly. “Don't get close to her, she's a playboy.”

“Ayo.” Marsya pulled the hand of Tirta who was forced to stagger following.

Arini stared at Tirta's departure. She sat in the chair her husband had ordered. Kenzi lifted the chair and placed it next to Arini. Arini who saw the artist sitting next to her did not waste a chance. He again grabbed his paper bag to give some goods prepared to be signed by Marsya but instead he thrust the goods to Kenzi.

“Kak Kenzi, can I have another autograph?” asked Arini who was thrusting the glass plate. “I want to display it in the kitchen.”

Kenzi pulled the corner of his lips looking at Arini's innocent manner.

“Bby.” The dimpled young man began to sign Arini's belongings.

“You are very beautiful Arini. Girl as pretty as you already have a girlfriend yet?” kenzi Goda.

“I did not date brother, but immediately married,” clearly Arini candid about his life.

“Hahahaha.” Kenzi laughed loudly at Arini's reply. He thought this girl was joking.

“You're funny Arini, you want to get married?” kenzi.

In a place not too far away, Tirta and Marsya were acting. Listening to Marsya speak her dialogue, Tirta faintly heard Kenzi's loud laughter making her gaze look towards them.

“Cut, Dilan what do you see! Focus dong.” Shouted the director wearing a loudspeaker.

Tirta is back. “Ia, sorry.”

“Come start again.”

“Camera rolling, action.” For the most part, the word kept repeating due to Tirta who did not act well.

They kept repeating the scene. Tirta tried to focus but he couldn't.

“Cut.” The screams sounded again.

Tirta no longer ignored the director's screams. He stood with his hands clenched, his eyes lit up with anger, as he saw Arini and Kenzi sitting side by side, Kenzi's hands stretched out on the back of Arini's chair. They were taking pictures using their cell phones. Their bodies were almost attached and the distance of their faces was so close. Tirta's heart instantly became hot looking at the scene before her.

“What the fuck they are, the stupid girl just want to be touched by men for the sake of photos with the artist, lest she also want to be kissed,” Tirta's mind is upset to see the behavior of both.

“Sorry I'm not feeling well. I have to go home,” said Tirta then left the scene.

“Dilan ... Dilan ..” call crew.

With a hardened face full of anger Tirta walked towards them.

“Come we go home!” Tirta put on a cold face, pulling Arini's hand violently made Arini flinch and get up from her seat.

“Udah finished Lan?” ask Kenzi who was standing up.

Tirta just quietly passed while pulling Arini's hand. This girl turned her gaze towards Kenzi. While Kenzi furrowed his brows with Tirta's attitude that turned cold.

“Kak Kenzi thanks for the signature,” said Arini raised his voice.

“Iya. Play here again tomorrow. I wait.” Kenzi waved his hand.

Arini and Tirta's shadow drifted further away leaving Kenzi in his shadow.