My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Arini sat comfortably on the back of the sofa. For almost a day he sat waiting for the artist to do the whole body treatment from head to toe. Just because the acne one on the forehead all became a mess Tirta did not even do the filming and this is where Arini waits. The saturation of waiting was the most boring thing, but there was nothing he could do. actually Tirta also invites Arini to do the same thing as Tirta did but Arini refuses he is not used to it all. Arini grabs a cell phone deciding to kill the burnout by contacting her in-laws far away there.

Arini pointed the square object at the ear. After a while of waiting, a voice finally sounded.

“Hallo.”

“Mother.”

“Arini, you and Tirta are fine right baby?”

“He, our mom is fine.” Arini

“Mother how are you? What about grandma?” ask Arini.

“We're all fine here? Grandma's fine and maybe we'll be home in a few days.” Ana.

“Created bu?”

“Ia, darling.

“Arini will wait. Arini is very upset and can't wait to meet.”

“Sabar darling, later I give you more news.”

“Yes, you are well there greetings father and grandmother.

Arini's disconnected call put her phone back in the bag. He breathed a sigh of relief that soon his father-in-law returned it meant that he would also leave from the house of Tirta, reducing the burden on the artist who had been guarding him.

“Come away,” invite Tirta turned out to have stood towering in front of Arini. Her face looked even more radiant after receiving treatment from the beauty doctor. Tirta also stepped out who was followed by Arini.

“I'm hungry. We eat first, just go home,” said Tirta walking towards the parked car.

Arini only faithfully followed without a word. she also felt the same hunger felt by Tirta. how not for hours he waited, he also felt, ignoring hunger for the sake of the care of the handsome artist's face.

Not long driving, the car pulled over in front of a luxurious Japanese restaurant. The engine was not heard.

“Come down,” invite Tirta to look at Arini who is wailing to see the situation around.

“Come down.” Tirta's tone sounded firm.

“Kak is a luxury restaurant. I'm not ordinary. The food here does not match my tongue,” said Arini who did not move from his seat. “So it's not just down, I wait here, I eat later at home,” explained Arini.

Tirta exhaled heavily twisting the lazy eyeball with Arini's opinion. “I was alone, you thought I could! Eat alone!” Tirta.

“So what do you want to eat?” tanyakanya.

Arini just sniffed her shoulders, she also did not understand what food to recommend, which was clear the food had to have rice. And the choice is a constant food for Tirta who maintain weight.

Tirta revives the engine of his car, defending the road in search of a place to eat for Arini and his tastes are intersecting.

After racing Tirta's car stopped at a simple restaurant that looks so crowded.

“Here only. Rian and I used to love eating in this place,” said Tirta sounded no other choice, reminiscing about the time with Rian. “Here the food is famous for the duck pengetnya there is a level of spiciness,” obviously Tirta turned off the car engine.

Arini linked her Eyebrows, looking at Tirta. “This milk has rice and food here must be fatty,” said Arini reminded if this is not the favorite of the artist.

“Nothing, today I relented I will follow you,” he said lazily.

“Come down.” force Tirta who is staring at Arini who has not yet moved in place.

“Kak here crowded once how later if brother attacked fans ask for a signature?” tanya Arini looks worried about the state of Tirta.

Tirta grabbed a white hat and sunglasses that were always ready in her car.

“You rest easy, no one will recognize me.” Tirta was wearing her disguise attribute.

“Almost let's get down.”

Arini also followed Tirta's steps, they entered and chose the most corner place facing the wall so that no one recognized Tirta.

The waiter approached with a note. Tirta started ordering a meal while Arini just fell silent to him which was important rice.

Arini shook her head when she heard so many types of food that Tirta ordered not only that Arini round her eyes when Tirta mentioned her order. “level spicy sauce can be mas,” said Tirta at the end of the order.

“Kak,” protests Arini he is also a spicy lover, but he knows how much chili will be put in their food later.

“Let you know that I am strong and love spicy food.” Cibir Tirta with a cynical tone as if reminding Arini about the incident last night and Arini just smiled stiffly.

Not long after the order finally arrived. They start eating their own food, as usual Tirta will steal the view when Arini who eats with ravenous like a host in a culinary event that looks so tempting.

“How?” tirta looked at Arini while feeding food into her mouth.

“The food is delicious, ” replied Arini while chewing occasionally sucking air due to the spicy sensation attached to her tongue.

“You strong?” ask Tirta again.

Arini only nodded because her mouth was chewing. After passing food from the throat then she could make a sound. “Pedas very sis, it feels like mampus. My ears to feel deaf,” exclaimed Arini made Tirta pull the corner of her lips hear Arini's opinion. The reddened face of this girl looks worried with sweaty hair began to go down soaked temples look very tortured but enjoy it.

“Pad,” ledeknya will ability Arini.

Arini looked up at Tirta who was veiled in his face could have even Tirta not sweat in the slightest. “Great sister,” praise Arini.

Tirta grabbed the tissue on the table and pointed it at Arini's face. “Until sweat gini. If not able to stop,” said Tirta look anxious rubbing the forehead Arini soft with a tissue.

“The food is delicious brother, although it will be able to mampus but ngak ngak stop,” he said Arini increasingly turned his face to Tirta so that the young man wiped all the sweat that soaked his face while he was engrossed in chewing.

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Tirta's heart raced back as Arini's face drew closer to her. For a moment he was fixated on looking at Arini's beautiful face, plus this girl smiled with Tirta's treatment of her made Tirta even more fascinated. Tirta's hand was still hanging holding a tissue while Arini's face was back looking down at the dinner plate.

Tirta finished her meal when she realized what she was doing. His appetite disappeared, covered by the feeling that was a rumbling heartbeat as if he wanted to fall when he was close to Arini.

They're done filling their stomachs now it's time to go home. Tirta walked first while bowed to hide his face in the Arini follow from behind but it turns out that there are only those who recognize. Although he was already wearing a hat and sunglasses how not a striking athletic height body with stylish clothes that look cool makes people easily recognize him.

“Dilan Magika huh? That artist?” greet women who are the same age as Arini, blocking the steps of Tirta. Arini stood behind Tirta just observing the circumstances.

“Can request a photo,” pinta the woman is holding a mobile phone.

The woman covered her mouth withholding screams as Tirta nodded to let her take a picture. Tirta appreciates the fans a lot because he knows he wouldn't be at the highest point if it wasn't for his fans' support.

“Please take a photo,” pinta the woman thrust her phone at Arini. Who stood straight beside Tirta.

Arini who did not understand anything, had to be a photographer, he received the woman's phone and took aim.

“One more,” the door. Arini followed after giving back her phone.

“Thank you brother,” said.

“I again,” said one of the women who turned out to see the artist and thrust his phone at Arini. This girl did it again.

“Thank you sister,” said the woman.

Tirta rushed away not wanting if more and more people asked for her picture. Tirta continued on to the parked car. Arini just followed from behind. For a moment of thought, if he was also a fan of Dilan Magika and he did not have the hand of his idol artist and let alone a photo together. He will soon be going home to the house of his father-in-law. Soon they will be separated who do not know when to meet again.

“Kak Dilan!” call Arini to make Tirta stop and then turn around.

“What's up?” tannya

“Kak Dilan I can ask for photos too right? I'm a big sister fan too,” pinta Arini put on a face full of hope.

Tirta turned the eyeball, staring lazily.

“You see me every day! For what?”

“Create mementos brother. If I also want to have a photo of artist Dilan Magika,” Arini explained this is his chance before going home.

Tirta smiled cutely with Arini saying, a wife asked for a photo with her husband.

“Good here!” call Tirta.

Arini pulled the corner of her lips then reached for the phone in the bag. After wiping the screen. Arini was ready for him to come closer to Tirta

They had been standing side by side with a little distance Arini was self-conscious not to get too close to Tirta. Arini hangs the phone in hand, starts aiming to find the right position for their face, but Tirta takes over Arini's phone.

“Let me just. If you have my head cut off,” said Tirta who has a tall body.

Arini's body was stretched out tightly around Arini's waist, pulling the body closer and closer to her, and Arini's body clung to her. Arini's head was attached to the chest of Tirta's field. The atmosphere was a little awkward for Arini, because she was so close to her idol. Makes her a little nervous.

“1 2 3.” Arini smiled stiffly as Tirta aimed at him not yet ready.

“Again,” pinta Arini this time he has relaxed, posed lifting his finger to form the letter V, developing a smile to the teeth, white queen looks, making Tirta become anxious with Arini's behavior.

“Again kak,” pinta Arini Tirta was following to want Arini this young man to bend, align their faces. Tirta looked at Arini's face and

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One kiss landed on Arini's smooth cheek making this girl flinch, then stand glued to look at Tirta.

“That's a gift for my special fan,” said Tirta then passed with a satisfied smile, he also did not understand why he could do that, just because he could not stand being close to Arini, it was as if his body was moving on its own kissing that white smooth cheek. Arini was still sculpting with her palm holding the cheek of a kiss from Tirta. It was like floating around when her idol kissed her cheek.