My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

pick up

Arini spent hours cleaning the house. This is a weekend, a time that is always in Arini to clean the house because he also has no other activities on the holiday.

Arini was in the front room, both hands holding the handle of the vacuum cleaner, vacuuming the dust attached to the sofa and curtains. Her beautiful face has been decorated by sweaty hair that drenches wet the forehead and clothes that Arini wears. How not since he cleaned this two-story mansion. Until without Arini realize if the time has come late afternoon.

Ting .... Tongs ....

The sound of the doorbell makes Arini jerk and stop the action, standing looking towards the door. Who came because Dilan is currently filming late into the night and will not be able to go home this afternoon. Could Rian? This girl wondered even more until she finally rushed to open the door.

Arini widened as both of her hands had pulled the doorknob. A beaked female figure standing in front of Arini arched a smile line.

“Mother! Mom's home?” Arini went forward hugging her mother-in-law's body.

“Ia. Babe just got.” Ana returned the hug while gently rubbing Arini's back.

“How are you?” ask Ana.

After each other took off the longing the embrace stopped.

“Good ma'am,” replied Arini cheerfully. “Why don't you tell me if you're going home? Arini can pick you up,” sosor Arini.

"Grandmother how?” he added.

“Grandmother is already at home with Dad. I came here to pick you up. Grandma is impatient to meet you and Tirta,” obviously Ana only comes alone because the relationship between father and son has not improved. Hasan refuses to accompany Ana to pick Arini up at Tirta's house.

Arini gave a smile and then pulled her mother-in-law's hand. “Come in first bu,” invite Arini to direct Ana to sit on the sofa.

Ana follows Arini sitting her body on the sofa, Ana's black-eyed bead spinning around staring at the contents inside Tirta's mansion. There is a novelty in Ana's heart as she gazes at her son's mansion Ana has realized that Tirta has proved her point if she will become a successful young man. In addition to pride, sadness was also tucked in the heart of pain, only this time she as a mother set foot in her son's house after a long time did not meet.

“Mother sit here first, Rini will make you drink. I must be tired,” said Arini then passed leaving Ana who was still observing Tirta's house.

Ana's eyebrows intertwined deeply as she stared at the vacuum cleaner that was still near the sofa. He began to realize there was something strange in this big, luxurious house.

Ana wakes up looking for Arini's whereabouts. After walking through the room, he saw Arini in the kitchen stirring drinks in a cup.

“You're alone in this house?” tanya Ana looked at Arini fixedly with probing eyes.

“Iya, mom. Mas Tirta is again filming and will be home in the middle of the night,” explained Arini with a cup of tea is ready and then bring it to the table.

“Mothers at first drink the tea,” tawar Arini.

They sat side by side in the dining chair.

“You're living alone with Tirta in a house this big?” ask Ana again to make sure.

“He, ma'am,” replied Arini casually, not knowing if her in-laws had caught something awkward and were getting upset.

“Where are all the helpers in this house? Can't a house this big have no helpers? Don't even have a guard?” asked Ana with emphasis, sounding to be holding back an upset.

Arini began to be glued to the question of the in-laws.

“So all this time you took care of this house alone?" guess Ana she knows very well the nature of her daughter-in-law who is diligent, patient, obedient to want to do the order of Tirta.

Arini could only nod softly making Ana cluck in annoyance with Arini's reply.

“Basic of the boy, so he makes taking care of the house like a maid!” Ana expressed her disappointment not to accept her favorite daughter-in-law get bad treatment.

“Bu, don't get angry.” Arini took her mother-in-law's hand to calm down.

“We leave you to him to take care of you. Not even making you a maid!” hardik Ana's gaze was full of anger. The decision to leave Arini to Tirta was the wrong decision.

“Bu. Tirta is innocent. He comforted his aides, not wanting them to gossip about his personal life. Mas Tirta is the artist. The prestige can go down if caught marrying an ordinary woman like me,” explained Arini at length gave understanding so that her in-laws are not angry anymore.

“Stay, he shouldn't have told you to do all this himself. Mother is not willing. Even if she's a mother's child, she's still wrong. He treats you like this.”

“I don't mind kok Bu.”

“Just like it! Your father and grandmother would also be angry if they found out. Now pack your things. Come home mom!” jutting Ana up from her seat pulled Arini off her guard to go with her.

“Bu! I can't leave this house,” reject Arini just standing in place.

Ana set her eyes. "Why indeed?”

“I have to say goodbye to Tirta mas, all this time he has been looking after me, I am well.” Arini will not leave without meeting Tirta, however Tirta who has been guarding him despite his attitude Tirta who is ketus but Arini assess Tirta a very good young man.

“Already.you just call him!”

Arini shakes. “I want to part directly and say thank you.”

“But baby!” ana protest.

“Arini promise. Tomorrow Arini returns home.” Arini clasped into two hands Ana put on a face.

Ana exhaled a rough breath. "Well, tonight you can stay again. Tomorrow you have to go home,” said Ana resignedly following Arini's wishes.

Arini and Ana again sat down to spend time chatting lightly exchanging stories.

 

 

Yes ...Arini home tomorrow ... how dong Tirta? Who takes care of a smooth face, artist. Anyone want to sign up for Tirta's skincare?

Uhhhh I want to too! My role as a writer is not to be. I want to change Arini. Let's rub Tirta's kinclong face every night.

Halu again ....