My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

my wife

Tirta and Arini had left the set, for some reason Tirta's heart seemed unwilling, seeing the familiarity of Arini and Kenzi, and decided to take Arini away right then and there, leaving obligations unresolved. Now they are in the car. Tirta held the steering wheel with a cold face inversely proportional to Arini who put on a cheerful face staring at the contents of the paperbag brought and has been successfully signed by his idol artist.

“Kakak has finished filming? We're going home?” tanya Arini looked at the mug autographed by Marsya Ayunda.

“Emmm.” This young man just nodded.

At first glance Arini stared at the golden hue that painted space from outside the car window. It will be late at dusk and Tirta will be home, this is not the habit of the artist who always comes home late at night. “So sister came home early?” tanya Arini looked at Tirta with her brows furrowed.

“Emmm.” Still look upset given the closeness of Arini and Kenzi.

“I told you not to get too close to Ken!” sulcan Tirta.

“Why brother? Brother Kenzi is very kind and friendly,” said Arini again smiled as he recalled the rest of the items in the paperbag he brought had been marked all by the handsome artist dimpled it.

Tirta snorted while rotating her eyeballs. “He is playboy. Grandparents! So do not get too close to him, do not let you get lulled by his seduction,” Tirta explained with a ketus.

“Kak Kenzi is an artist, ngak may seduce me, let alone like me,” said Arini casually back staring at the contents of the paperbag that has made her heart happy.

“You are really plain or stupid. You can't read a man's gaze.” Tirta clucked in annoyance when she saw Arini not giving her warning and just kept staring at the contents of the paperbag on her lap.

Tirta focused on staring at the road as her hands gripped the steering wheel of the car.

“Kak Dilan!” call Arini to look at the young man who is looking upset.

“Emmm.” The answer without looking at it one bit.

“Thank you for helping me get their signature,” said Arini sincerely.

“You happy?” he asked in a cynical tone and still put on an annoyed face.

“Ia. My dream of meeting and getting the artist's signature was achieved because of brother,”.

Tirta turned to the side, looking at the beautiful smile on Arini's beautiful face made Tirta's heart warm, he unconsciously pulled the corner of his lips to see Arini look happy. His intention is to call Arini to the set so that the girl forgets her grief from the sneer she received successfully. Arini looks very happy as if she does not care about the problems faced.

The couple had reached home while the twilight sky was still greeting. The artist has returned. This time Arini no longer needs to stay up late waiting for her husband.

Arini was in the kitchen preparing a dinner menu for the two of them. The dinner menu this time is stir-fried kale and fried chicken and bakwan corn do not forget sambal as a complement to simple food for Arini himself, he said, as for the artist who keeps the weight of Arini prepare a vegetable salad. It didn't take long everything was done.

Arini and Tirta were at the dining table sitting opposite. As usual, Tirta's eye bead would secretly highlight Arini who ate voraciously just focusing on the food that was on the plate. It was as if the day he lived was fine, there was no burden in his life. While he was worried all day if this girl was sad because he dressed her. Yes somehow he did not want to see Arini grieving, there was another side in his heart that was also hurt.

“Emm. About this morning,” said Tirta broke the silence staring at Arini. “How was it on campus? are people sneering at you?” tanya Tirta paused for a moment her mouthful.

Arini looked up at Tirta. “No, they just whispered,” she replied at a glance then refocused on her food.

“Have they been mocking you for a long time?”

“Lumayan.” Arini feed the food back to the mouth while Tirta who heard that his emotions became ignited.

“Why do you just keep letting people insult you! Why don't you shut their mouths!” furious Tirta.

“Because I have no answer about my status. I am married but the husband left until now has not returned,” said Arini relaxed without burden with a mouth full of food.

“Why don't you just move campus?”

“Do not want, I do not care what they want to say, my intention is just to learn.”

“What do my parents know?” he asked with a sharp look and intimidated the girl who was eating before him.

“No, anyway it doesn't matter.”

“They are indeed selfish, they may not know the problems that occur in his son-in-law,” Tirta's inner self is upset.

“I will arrange for you to move campus,” Tirta said firmly.

Arini immediately stopped her mouthful, upon hearing Tirta's chatter sounding serious. He looked at Tirta who looked annoyed.

“No need brother. I have been comfortable studying there, besides I have a friend named Rara who will continue to defend me,” refused Arini waved both hands.

“Then, I will silence their mouths all.”

“So brother. Just let them want to talk anything to the fullest, my intention is just to learn.”

“But you are not a widow. You're my wife!” tirta jolted with unconscious repression and anger with what he had just said if he referred to Arini as his wife.

Arini was fixated on staring fixedly at Tirta, as well as this young man. A moment of bead their eyes met, silence mastered the silence with each other's thoughts, until the seconds passed they began to awaken and the atmosphere instantly became awkward. Tirta threw his gaze back to hold the spoon on the plate really he cursed himself with what he said to Arini. So even with Arini bowed staring at his plate stick after hearing the words of his wife from Tirta, it feels like he has lost his appetite but can not get out of this awkward situation.

Ting ... keg ....

The sound of the doorbell saved that clumsy atmosphere. Tirta woke up from her seat.

“Continue eating. I'll open the door,” he said without looking at Arini, walking quickly away from the dining table.

Arini slumped her body, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw her husband had left the dining room.

This handsome youth had been at the doorstep, setting his breath after exiting the awkward atmosphere with Arini. After that slowly opened the door with many questions as to who came to his house.

Tirta's eyes were rounded at the sight, who was coming.

“Rian!”

　

　

　

　

Jeng ... jeng ... sorry, make you wait. My old disease up relapsed again due to busyness in the real world. But after this hopefully good to come back.