My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

meet Dilan

Arini and Rara compactly stood up when they saw the male lecturer had come out of the hall today the class marks had been completed.

Rara gets closer and embraces Arini's shoulder. “Rin yuk streets. Tired of me shopping, we eat to the mall,” invite Rara full of hope to friends who always refuse to invite her.

“Sorry Ra. But I have to go home, pity grandma,” reject Arini gently while commenting on the smile.

“Ayolah Rin,” whine Rara put on a sullen face hearing the rejection of her best friend.

“Lain times only yes.” Arini felt bad about rejecting Rara's invitation, let alone staring at the sweet face that was pouting. “Or gini, you alone play to my house,” bargain Arini.

Rara rolled her bead upwards thinking for a moment about Arini's invitation. “All right I'm coming to your house. Anyway I haven't been there in a long time, and met grandma.” Rara then embraces Arini's arm to walk outside the classroom.

“Oh yes grandma how are you?” ask Rara.

“His health has improved. Grandma must be glad you came,” said Arini.

“Ayo.” Rara pulled Arini's hand to speed up her pace.

Arini stepped slowly as her phone suddenly rang. He reached into his bag staring at the flat object with furrowed eyebrows while reading the name listed.

“Kak Dilan,” murmured slowly pointing his tail at Rara who was still struggling in his arms he then answered the call. Arini pulled her hand and walked slowly behind Rara. “Bentar Ra I answer the phone first.”

Arini then put her phone in her ear. “Where are you?” Tirta's.

“I'm on campus brother. I'm going home.” Arini said slowly so that Rara did not suspect.

“Come quickly out.” Tirta's.

“Where to go?” Arini did not understand.

“I'm in front of your campus.”

Arini's footsteps that followed Rara instantly came to a halt when she found out that Tirta was now in front and was waiting for her. Her face instantly turned frantic, If she came out then Rara would know that she would meet the idol artist Dilan Magika.

“What's Ra?” rara asked as Arini remained silent.

“Be ... here's Ra ...” said Arini stuttered, confused how he held Rara back from coming with him and not meeting the artist.

“Sorry, today you can not play first to the house, I forgot, today I was very busy,” alibi Arini scratched his nape.

Rara looked at Arini with a frowning face.

“And you invited me,” press Rara while clucking with a stiff smile from Arini.

“Sorry, next time I yes.” Persuade Arini.

“No want! When you take me, you also cancel. What are you busy about? I help. I'm also familiar with them. There are not many reasons. Let's go.” Rara jerks Arini's hand making this girl stagger following Rara's hand pull.

While Tirta stood in front of the campus wearing a black hat and sunglasses that perched his nose. Do not forget to wear a mask to cover the face of his face, so that no one recognizes. This handsome young man folded his hands on his chest while leaning his tall body on the body of the car, with a feeling of nervousness encompassing that he would meet again with a woman who had successfully made him long.

Tirta did not pay much heed to the girls watching him. Despite being undercover Tirta remains the center of attention, his body shape and style are always cool. Anyone could judge if the handsome face was behind that mask.

Tirta's heart spurred quickly when she saw Arini had come out, her heart rippled violently, felt flowery, involuntarily to the two corners of her lips attracted and rightly Arini was the answer to her unrest all along.

While Arini began to tremble when she saw Tirta who was instead standing waiting for her and had become the center of attention if they met at this time.

“Aduh why brother Dilan does not wait in the car alone. How'this? Rara can not know, can be dangerous,” Inner Arini stopped her steps. But Rara put all her energy into pulling this girl.

“Kak Dilan,” said Arini slowly when Tirta even got closer to him making Rara stop her pull looking forward.

“Who Ra?” rara asked as she stared at the tall body not recognized would approach them. “Getan you huh?” rara added again when she did not find an answer from Arini.

“Hus ... She ... She's cousin,” denies Arini stammered.

“Kaya is very handsome Rin, know dong.” Rara stared in admiration at Tirta's appearance.

“Kak In ..” Arini hangs up her words not wanting Rara to hear if the one in front of her is her idol. “What's up brother?” tanya Arini looked at the strange arrival of Tirta who was looking for her.

“You want to go home? I'll drop you off,”

Arini was stunned to hear the words of Tirta who came here just to take her home. Did he not hear wrong? That thought.

“No need brother, I will go home with Rara,” reject Arini quickly let alone Rara who will come home with him can-can his secret revealed.

“Let's go up, I'll flatten you guys.”

“Do not! Brother there is a friend of mine later caught.” Arini reminded.

“Leave it! Already come in,” forcibly Tirta directs Arini's body into his luxury car along with Rara who does not refuse the opportunity. Tirta did not care if this friend of Arini would know who he was. He just wants to be close to Arini, venting his longing by being for a moment beside Arini who has not met for a few days.

Rara who was sitting in the back seat leaning over her body, poking off Arini gave a code if she wanted to get acquainted.

Makes Arini sigh heavily. “Kak recognize, Rara my friend,” said Arini.

“This is the friend you mean, always the same you?” said Tirta and embraced by Arini.

“Hai, Ra. My name is Dilan,” Sapa Tirta is gently staring from the glass in the car, now he meets a sincere girl who always defends Arini. While Arini Jawangnya seemed to want to fall when Tirta admitted his stage name in front of Rara.

“Hai Brother Dilan. Sister's name, as rich as my idol's name,” Reply Rara waved her hands unsuspecting in the slightest, how could this innocent friend of hers have a cousin Dilan Magika.

“You've eaten yet?” ask her to melt the atmosphere while focusing on driving.

“Not brother,” sambar Rara who is friendly let alone he knows this young man cousin Arini.

“Alright, before you go home we eat first.”

Arini was overwhelmed by Tirta's offer. Rara can go crazy if Tirta opens her mask and knows it's her idol.

“Do not. No need!” push Arini with a wave.

Arini brought her body closer to Tirta. “So can't be caught. If we eat together,” whispered Arini.

Tirta was only indifferent if this friend of Arini knew who he was, for him the important thing is he could buy time for even longer with Arini.

“You want to eat where?”

“Restaurant padang aja kak, because Arini's tongue ngak any meal,” chirps Rara very know the taste of her best friend makes Arini round the eyes with the choice of Rara, Arini, eating rice alone the artist has blingsatan sport let alone eat fatty foods.

“Do not!” jakak Arini again protested. It was a delicious fatty meal that was very avoided by the artist.

“Alright,” says Tirta focus on staring at the road.

“But that brother is fatty.” Arini reminded.

“Not anything once in a while.” Said relaxed.

If Rara had not been among them, Arini might have touched Tirta's forehead whether this young man was sick or was possessed by a subtle spirit on set, the few days of not meeting instantly turned warm and the attention made him wonder what happened to the young man who was beside him.

“Then we go to where we used to be, you like it there, right,” Arini's advice is better to suit Tirta's taste than to follow Rara's advice.

“You want to get there?” tanya Tirta looked at Arini at a glance.

“Iya, there only.”

“Rara you like to eat spicy ngak?” ask Rara.

“Suka brother. I do not choose food rich Arini,” sahut Rara.

“As far as you are I,” said Tirta with one outstretched hand stroking the top of Arini's head. Again make this girl confused with the warm attitude of Tirta.

***

They have reached the place to eat that they once stopped, a place that serves spicy menus according to Tirta's preferences.

They also entered and sat in the place that is located the back and corner as before so as not to attract attention. Arini sat across from Rara and faced Tirta.

They started ordering the menu. Rara looks enthusiastic when Tirta orders food, she adds occasionally, getting more excited when Tirta tells her to order anything.

“Ra,” protests Arini as Rara continues to chimed in by adding plenty of food.

“Nothing Rini. I'm hungry, mumpung in your cousin's treat, he's good yes,” Bisik Rara.

Not long before their ordered food came, their drinks were arranged first.

Arini immediately drank the order orange ice to relieve thirst. Tirta did the same thing while looking at Arini.

“How is granny?” tirta asked casually, reaching for a drink glass, opening her face mask and then starting to direct the straw to her mouth while looking at Arini.

“Granny ba—’’ Arini's voice choked, she gasped in shock when she heard the screams of the girl beside her.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” rara shouted furiously while cupping her own cheeks with both palms while looking at Tirta.

Tirta choked on the drink until she coughed and patted her chest.

Arini realized that she could no longer hide the secret. Rara finally saw clearly the face of Tirta and knew that the one with her was her idol Dilan Magika. this time he only hopes that his secret to having a husband to two artists is also not caught with Tirta's attitude today which he thinks is very strange.