My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

Dylan

Arini stood with her body shaking as Ana drew closer to her, now all the secrets she had been keeping for years were finally revealed. While Rara who stood beside Arini, swallowed her saliva, no less anxious to see Arini's in-laws who stared at them sharply with a cold face.

Arini glanced at Rara with her eyes tails. “Ra, can leave us,” whispered Arini when the atmosphere needs to talk from heart to heart.

Rara glanced at Arini at a glance then forced her smile on Arini and Ana alternately.

“Alright I have to go home, I have business,” said Rara with a grin and took the bag located in the bed then stepped quickly.

“Mother. Rara went home first,” said Rara when passing the middle-aged woman.

Ana answered him with a faint nod, glaring her eyes only at Arini.

Ana was now in front of Arini with her cheeks still wet from tears.

“Mother.” Arini's voice was heard holding back the cries.

Ana stalls her hand, cupping her daughter-in-law's cheek with a sad look. “Why is like this. Even Andra,” Ogre Ana increasingly sobbing will the fate of her daughter-in-law. “How unfair we are to you. We were so selfishly holding you back from staying with us.”

Arini held the hand of Ana who was still stroking her cheek, then accompanied the woman's body to sit on the edge of the mattress. “Mother Arini is fine. Arini is dear to this family,” Arini said with a sincere smile adorning her face.

“But you are not happy Son. My two sons are completely useless. I understand if it's Tirta but Andra also ..” Ana's voice of disappointment restrained only an exploding cry was able to come out at this moment. Arini also rubbed Ana's back which bent clearly visible her shoulders shaking.

“Bu don't talk like that. They are both good with Arini,” bela Arini.

Ana immediately rose from her seat, standing looming before Arini. “Mom will talk to dad to let them set you free. You deserve to be happy with other young people. You will surely find a young man who will love you sincerely.”

Arini blocks Ana's wrist to stop her intentions. “No Ma'am, don't tell dad and grandma. I am happy to be part of this family. I am happy to be mother's daughter-in-law.”

“But, Arini.” Ana looked at Arini with beads of desperate eyes, how could this girl be happy? Tirta alone was hard to accept as a wife, whether she would forever be a daughter-in-law who would not have the love of her husband.

“I'm fine Mom,” interrupted Arini. reassuringly with a smile that kept framed from her face, if she's okay for her in-laws to calm down.

Ana squanders Arini's body in love.

Hugs off. “Mother will talk and persuade Tirta to learn to accept you,” said Ana was the only way for Arini.

“No need Bu,” reject it.

“Why love him your husband.”

“Mother she is everyone's idol, we can't be together. He deserves a good woman. The right one is not an ordinary girl like Arini,” said Arini realized she was ready to be with a classmate artist Dilan Magika.

Ana hugs Arini again, not knowing if she can persuade Tirta to accept. Tirta has a firm and firm stance

*****

The stars in the sky have decorated the sky, the time shows ten o'clock at night is now the time to sleep after a long day. Arini lay on the bed, clutching her bolster pillow tightly. Until a flash of Dilan suddenly picks her up and her attitude turns airborne on her head, even the young man blatantly confesses his husband in front of Rara.

“Kak Dilan why ya day? suddenly strange,” raised Arini before going to bed as her forefinger twisted the pillow wrapper staring at the ceiling of the room.

There are many options from his monologue starting the young man fever, kempelan jin waiting for the filming location, until it is not Dilan but the genie incarnation. Afterwards his mind ran around Arini into the dream world, sleeping comfortably.

It felt like Arini had just fallen asleep, entered in a beautiful dream but the sound of knocking on the door made her deep sleep disturbed. Arini opened her eyes, twitching slowly. The sound of knocking on the door was more urgent to make Arini wake up, sitting on the edge of the mattress, staring at the door with a feeling of anxiety especially when his bead pointed at the wall clock attached, indicating 1 pm. As soon as the shadow of her grandmother's health flashed, the maid must have been telling the grandmother's condition. Arini hurriedly stepped up to open the wooden object.

Crc ...

Arini stood pegged to reinforce his gaze while rubbing his blurry eyes due to just waking up. What was true he saw, in front of him was not a housekeeper, but a tall young man who could not possibly come at this hour.

“Sister Dilan,” jolts Arini looking at him with horror whether this genie incarnation was murmured.