My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

homecoming

Tirta was in a car that was still parked in front of the house whose engine he had not yet turned on. Sitting on the steering wheel, he piled both hands on the steering wheel. The direction of his gaze led to the door of the house, looking like he was waiting for someone. He should have gone to the set since. But his heart felt heavy to leave Arini who was still in the house and was packing to leave. Tirta let out a heavy sigh, the day she seemed to be uninspired to live the day after last night she could not sleep well, thinking about her separation from the innocent girl who had been hitching a ride in her house for a few days.

Tirta's open door saw Arini pull the suitcase lever ready to go. There was a feeling of unwillingness to seep into the recesses of his heart. Shouldn't he be happy isn't this what he's been waiting for? Why is he now so upset.

Tirta got down from the car stepped closer towards Arini then wordlessly took over Arini's luggage lever.

“I'll take you home!” said Tirta with a flat face pulling Arini's suitcase.

“No need brother. I just took a taxi. After all, you have to shoot, right?” reject Arini.

Tirta put Arini's stuff in the car.

“I'll be on set after delivering you. I also want to visit Grandma.” Tirta pushes Arini's body into her car, for some reason she wants to stay with Arini.

Actually, Tirta was a bit heavy if he set foot into the residence of his parents, a bit of unjust memories that in his faith were imagined plus a bad relationship with his father. They always argue over opinions when they meet.

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They had set foot in Abraham's mansion. With a cheerful smile Arini immediately stepped into the room of Nani's grandmother who was followed by Tirta.

Arini opened the room door directing her gaze at the old woman sitting on the long sofa while watching the teve.

“Grandma,” greet Arini with a smile stepping closer.

“Arini.” Grandma developed a smile looking at Arini and Tirta.

Arini embraced the frail body of this old woman, letting go of longing after several tens of days of not meeting.

“Grandma Arini kangen,” says spoiled Arini sitting to the right of grandma Nani.

“Grandmother is also dear,” reply grandma Nani rubbed smooth face Arini.

“How is grandma?” tanya Tirta approached and hugged her grandmother expressing longing for the old woman. He sat down to the left of his grandmother.

“Grandmother is fine,” said grandma Nani staring at her granddaughter with longing.

“May a healthy grandmother always.” Tirta gently stroked her grandmother's back.

“Iya, darling. Grandma is also very bored staying in the hospital.” Nani's grandmother sitting in the middle between them embraces Arini and Tirta is very happy to see her two grandchildren look familiar. From the look on Tirta's face looking at Arini, Nani's grandmother could read it if their relationship was getting closer. Her grandson was no longer cold to Arini. They hope they will accept each other.

“You yourself how does it feel to live with Tirta?” nani's grandmother asked to direct her black netra at Arini .

“Seru new! Rini met the artist and Arini also many can sign them one of Marsya Ayunda, she is very beautiful grandma if seen firsthand, different from the one we watch on teve, she is very beautiful grandmother,” clearly Arini proudly made Tirta pull the corner of her lips to hear the babbling of the girl. Arini is very tacky when it comes to artists.

“Grandma does not like Marsya Ayunda.” Nani's grandmother throws him off knowing that her grandson has romance rumors with his co-star Marsya Ayunda. “Grandmothers Only like grandkids.” Grandma rubbed the smooth cheeks of Tirta with her palms making this young man develop a smile his heart warmed up sitting with Arini and grandmother Nani.

Arini got up from her seat standing in front of Nani's grandmother. “Wait a minute grandma. Arini will take first, the artist's signature collection book that Rini has. Similar items that have been signed with Marsya ayunda and Kenzi Anggara,” said Arini proudly and then Step out of the room to show something that he will show to grandmother Nani.

Tirta and Nani's grandmother only shook their heads to see Arini's enthusiastic behavior when it came to discussing the artist's problems. My grandmother and granddaughter both live in the room.

Grandma Nani looked at her grandson's handsome face. “You'll stay here right? With Arini?” he asked hopefully because now that Tirta has married Arini, he hopes they can accept each other and Tirta re-enliven this house again.

Tirta took a deep breath holding the hand of her grandmother's wrinkled grandmother. “Sorry grandma. I can't,” reject Tirta.

“I married her just for the sake of grandma.and she has returned to be your daughter-in-law.” Tirta smiled bitterly, recalling that she had married her sister's ex-wife.

“But Grandma Tirta told you to marry because she's a good girl, worthy of you. You feel like for a few days you've been living with him. You can see she's a nice and sincere innocent girl.”

Tirta was rightly silent that her grandmother Arini was a good, beautiful girl. Attention is perfect for her but she can't take it, as Arini is her ex-sister. She doesn't care about Arini's widow status if it's from another man she can accept, but this is Andra. His self-esteem seems to be getting lower if he also accepts his ex-sister's wife. The thing that always hurt his heart was to accept his former brother.

Tirta looked at her grandmother's face. “I really can't take it,” said Tirta slowly.

"Tirta try baby,” pinta granny Nani.

“Grandmother please don't force me anymore. My job is done. I will go back to living my days as before. Being Dilan Magika,” said Tirta turned her eyes to stare blankly for some reason her heart also seemed to be emassed saying that word. There are other feelings that have penetrated his heart but try to deny him.

“You won't be here anymore. Same as before?” ask grandma Nani.

Tirta could not answer the question her grandmother came to this house would only make remember her great quarrel first. “I have to go.” Tirta pulled out her hand then got up and stepped out of the room.

"Tirta.”

This young man turned around, curling his smile. “Grandma health page. I go first.”

Tirta came out of the room to cross paths with Arini who was carrying a paper bag.

“I have to go,” said Tirta put on a flat face and replied Arin with a nod.

Arini put the luggage on the table for a moment and then drove Tirta forward.

“I go first. Take good care of yourself. Remember do not like to eat snacks especially at night,” message Tirta Arini staring fixed beautiful face Arini who somehow he can look at again.  

“Iya. Brother also take care of himself well,” said Arini with a smile and grabbed Tirta's right hand peeked at the back of her husband's hand as a form of his service.

Tirta momentarily stunned his heart rippled violently, maybe Arini who always kissed the back of his hand was the habit of the future that he missed so much from his wife.

Tirta pulled Arini's body into her arms.Make Arini just fixated on opening her eyes - again her heart seemed to want to jump out when her idol hugged her tightly. They also clenched each other to breathe the scent of perfume that came out and won his heart over the past few days. “Maybe we will not meet again, we will live our lives as before,” said Tirta tightened his embrace increasingly sniffing the niche of Arini's neck. he is determined to live his life back away from the family and without knowing the girl named Arini as he had lived five years before. And this is their farewell embrace.

 

Are you sure strong bang? Missing is hard, said another. Dilan Magika who high prestige this. strong ngak him well nahan miss..

 

 

 

 

Convinced dong. Sorry late and just one because again dead-end can not think.this is typed from magrib until 2 pm ngak kelar-kelar. Type-delete type-delete and after a short walk and eat a bowl of meatballs can finally be a little although the heart is less srek with the results. Pray for my brain smoothly so that it can be up to date smoothly.

Btw sorry I have how many days not reply comment😭😭. Gini aja yah. If I reply to that comment means I have typed bab😁. So just wait. But if ngak in reply means again ngak up😭😭. Okay ... so the comment becomes a sign ....