My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

hollow

The night had already passed by millions of stars ruling the sky. A tired day back has passed for the handsome young man who almost spent all his time working as a role player.

Tirta got down from her luxury car dragging heavy footsteps into the house. Tirta exhaled heavily as her black netra pointed at the empty sofa where the beautiful girl who used to sit every night was waiting for her with many packs of snacks at the table. Now there is no Arini who welcomes him with a smile that can reduce a little fatigue. It was empty and quiet that was what he was currently feeling.

Tirta sat on the sofa where Arini was waiting for her. “It turns out there is no him, this house becomes very quiet,” muttered this young man then rose to the room to rest his body.

Again and again the memories with Arini continued to cross dancing in the mind as this young man sat at the table in a decorative rubbing his own face with facial skincare before going to bed.

“Why do I always think about it,” grumbled Tirta rubbed her face with cotton while frowning. “Maybe this is just because I depend on it. It's only temporary, a few days will also get used to it, tomorrow I will call back all my house assistants, so that the house becomes crowded and I don't remember it anymore, he said,” Inner Tirta after that went to sleep resting his body.

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Morning Mentari welcomes Tirta is ready to live the day as usual. Now he is in the dining room eating a piece of wheat bread while staring at the chair where Arini usually sits. The feeling of loneliness, emptiness is now felt by his heart, considering that he likes to secretly look at Arini while eating with him looks very delicious and tempting. Tirta wondered inwardly about what Arini was doing far away there.

The sound of the doorbell made Tirta's daydream scatter instantly. With an excited step he walked over to open the door.

Rian stood on the doorstep after Tirta called to pick him up.

“Which arini?” tanya Rian spread her gaze throughout the room when entering the house and did not find the beautiful girl he always talked to about the artist's signature.

“Home home,” answer is brief then sit in the front room. Tirta contacted her best friend because now Rianlah who replaced Arini's duties to prepare filming needs.

“Go home? When?” rian asked with a slightly disappointed face for not saying goodbye to Arini.

“Barin.”

“Sweetest. I haven't said goodbye,” regretted Rian. Tirta just quietly sniffed her shoulder.

“I will definitely miss him. No one is exciting!” rian.

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Late at night a black luxury car entered the courtyard. Tirta had returned home after spending the day with her busyness in the world of artistry.

This handsome young man got out of the car with the door opened by his personal driver and then stepped on his feet.

“Goodnight mas,” greet some middle-aged men welcome the return of Tirta he is the housekeeper.

“Night,” the answer is short then passed into the house.

Inside the house Tirta was also welcomed by several domestic assistants who from waiting for him ready to run the task.

“Goodnight mas,” greet the middle-aged woman named Bi mina with a thin smile welcoming Tirta on the doorstep running the same task as Arini did first.

“Night,” reply Tirta, after barging inside but his steps stopped for a moment. Her eyes again stared blankly at the seat where Arini always sat waiting for her, welcoming her with a big smile. The corner of his heart felt hollow the girl had really made him go crazy and continue to miss her. Every corner of the room is all remembered by him, the front room, kitchen, dining room, room all nested Arini.

Tirta then continued her steps into the room while staring at some of the housekeepers who greeted her and still passing to take care of her needs should she not be lonely seeing all that was real no.

For a few days Arini returned to the house of Abraham, Tirta's heart was still covered in loneliness. He thought if the house crowded back with maids, everything would be fine in fact no, he was still thinking about Arini. It is as if the shadow of an Arini does not replace all those who are in his mansion.