My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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The morning sun had welcomed his warm rays through the window gap interrupting the deep sleep of the young man who was coiled comfortably on the bed. Tirta squirmed to collect half his life. Opening her eyes slowly, it was time for her to return to the routine. This young man woke up to the blanket wrapped around his body stepping towards the bathroom to clean himself up.

Tirta had been inside the bathroom standing in front of the sink grabbing a toothbrush. After smearing with toothpaste this young man started brushing his teeth. And after gargling as a last step, this young man smiled looking at his row of flat, pure white teeth on the glass. Tirta's eyebrows are interlocked when he sees his reflection in the mirror, especially the forehead. This young man blinked to make sure his eyesight was not wrong, his body was getting closer to the mirror, it turned out that he was not one of the red specks dotting his smooth white skin.

“Acne,” murmured Tirta frantically touched his forehead with his index finger.

“Ahhhhh, I'm having acne!” tirta shouted in a thunderous voice. He recalled last night not doing a single facial treatment even washing the face was not.

Tirta stepped quickly out of the room while covering her forehead with a palm.

“Arini!” shouted Tirta stepped foot into the kitchen of Arini's favorite place.

Arini who was cooking gasped at Tirta's high voice, making him a great-grandchild. Is Tirta getting mad at him? That thought.

This girl stared fixedly at the young man who suddenly sat at the dining table still looks disheveled typical wake up but still looks very handsome.

“What's up brother?” tanya Arini left the stove approaching towards Tirta.

“See this, in my jidat grows acne. My smooth face is pustular,” complained Tirta pointed his index finger at the jidat sounding frustrating.

“Why is this so?” Arini who saw the reddish spots immediately also panicked how not Tirta is a smooth face artist is one of the capital for him. Moreover, Tirta is the type of artist who is so maintaining her appearance. “Wait for me to compress it. Let's deflate.” Arini hurried to prepare a compress.

Before long Arini was ready with a container of wet cloth placed on the table, Arini approached Tirta who leaned her back on the back of the chair.

“Sovernight sister wear skincare not?” tanya Arini stood beside Tirta.

“Lupa,” answered Tirta by tightly closing his eel with the palm of his hand.

Tirta stared intently at Arini, pointing her index finger. “It's all because of you! Last night you made me eat a peanut-containing meal! You didn't wear facial care to me either, and worse yet you're stressing me out and pissing me off!” spray Tirta let out his heart on Arini made Arini bowed to remember his mistake last night.

“Sorry brother. I accidentally,” Og Arini.

“Emmm.” Tirta cleared her throat she could not bear to see Arini grieving and feeling guilty.

“Quick compress,” Tirta's word put her face up and closed her eyes.

Arini looked up at Tirta then stepped closer, sticking a little cloth on Tirta's forehead that was overgrown with pimples with the tip of his index finger.

“For last night I'm really sorry. I do not mean to equate brother with Andra mas,” Og Arini his hand is still in the face of Tirta discussing the incident last night.

“Already! Don't say his name again in front of me,” Tirta said in a cold tone.

Arini was silent focusing on Tirta's forehead. There was no more conversation between them. Tirta's eyes were still closed enjoying the gentle touch of Arini's hand which calmed her heart. Arini's body that was getting closer to docked makes Tirta can breathe the aroma of soft perfume that emanates from Arini's body, which somehow makes the side of the man in itself immediately rise Tirta. Passion hit him immediately. Tirta opened her eyelids when she felt something uncomfortable pressing from behind the pants she was wearing.

Deg ... Deg ....

Tirta's heart rumbled as she stared at Arini's beautiful face, which was staring at her pimply-faced forehead. Their faces are only a few inches away. Tirta's eyes glanced down towards Arini's smooth white neck. Ah shit that makes him even more burned by desire.

　

　

“Have stopped!” Tirta brushed off Arini's hand, quickly re-establishing her body. He was afraid of not being able to hold back and attacked Arini right now.

“Why brother?” asked Arini with a plain face not understanding.

“I want to go to my doctor just for facial treatment,” said Tirta then immediately rose from his seat through Arini's body with a red face holding passion.

“You are ready to accompany me, to the doctor!” said Tirta stepped quickly to make Arini stunned do not understand what happened to Tirta.

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

What happened jeng-jeng .......