My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

5. Gathering

The meeting of a family felt awkward, after five years. Ana ran over to hug the son she had longed for.

“Mother misses you dearly,” said Ana hugging the young man's tall body while removing a clear liquid from her eyelids.

Tirta just silently sculpted not returning his mother's embrace, his hands clenched to hold the longing that he held on the body of the mother who had given birth to this.

A missed hug Ana directs Tirta's body to approach her father sitting on a park bench.

Tirta looked at her father with a sharp look and a slanted smile.

“Master Hasan Abraham. It's been five years. There's a wind do you want to see me? Do you miss your son now,”, said Tirta, putting a cold face and arms crossed in the chest.

“Tirta don't talk like that, we always miss you,” between Ana who will be the mediator of the relationship between this child and father.

Tirta grunting. “What because your beloved son disappeared so you guys are looking for me,” said Tirta with emphasis there are emotions that he tried to endure.

Hasan remained silent, not responding to his son's words. He also tried to refrain from venting his anger on this brash child for the sake of his mother.

“Tirta baby come home son, we miss you so much,” pinta Ana hugged her son again.

“No, it's not my house, you used to only think of me as a troublemaker, only brother Andra of your pride, whereas in your eyes I was just a brat,” press Tirta vent his heart considering his dark time living in that house. Every day only the anger that he gets due to the mischief he often does and the unfair treatment he receives, he feels everyone, he feels everyone, he said, just love Andra her brother who is very smart and always boasts of his family for his achievements while he is just a wayward child, stupid in the eyes of the family. He has no future like his brother.

"We apologize if it hurt you so much, but believe me you never distinguish the love of mother with your sister Andra,” explained Ana increasingly sobbing with the contents of the heart of her second son.

Hasan was silent only a thousand languages there was not a single word that he could say on the one hand he felt guilty on the one hand he also could not lower his pride to apologize.

“Home home dear grandma is sick,” said Ana.

“Grandmother.” Tirta's face began to be covered with anxiety.

Hasan got up from his seat he was about to leave the place.

“Come home, your grandmother misses you so much and she is sick, she really wants to meet you,” Hasan said then left this mother and son to leave.

Tirta was silent looking at her father's departure, after five years the man finally called her home.

“She, your grandmother Tirta is sick, she really wants to meet you, go home for your grandmother,” pinta Ana.

Hearing his beloved grandmother was in pain made the heart of this handsome young man become pity but must he go home the pain and disappointment still imprint in his heart at this time.

“Mother go home.” There was no answer he had to give his mother.

“But son, you have to meet your grandmother.”

“I'll see him once I'm ready,” Tirta said.

Ana was silent for a moment she set a look of anxiety on her son's face. "Alright mom will give you time. But you have to go home and visit your grandmother.”

Farewell happened Ana had left the place while Tirta still in his mind should he go home? And forget his heartache.

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A week of meetings has passed but until now Tirta has not appeared. Activity returned as usual Arini and Nani Grandma were in the room. That afternoon after returning from the campus Arini then take care of the needs of grandmother Nani. This girl still wants to stay with Nani's grandmother even though her parents have called her to come home.

That afternoon they spent in the room sitting side by side on the sofa as usual they compact silently watching their idol Dilan Magika.

“Great Nek him, can act as good as that, natural once,” said Arini.

“Ia. Arini, but grandma sebel. The media said they were being caught with the co-star, Marsya Ayunda.” This old woman clucked resentfully as if jealous of her idol owned by another girl is really very funny to see women from different generations have the same idol.

“Good dong nek. Marsya Ayunda is a good artist, she is very beautiful, they will be a perfect match very suitable,” said Arini until the sound of a knock on the door again upsets them making them instantly panic.

Gts .... Gts ....

“Where's the remote?” grandma asked panicked not wanting her secret to be revealed.

“Own where it was.” Arini got up from her seat and began to inspect the sofa. “Granny put where?” Arini also panicked.

“Jeez Arini it spelled.” Appoint Nani's grandmother, they seem afraid to get caught watching Dilan Magika.

“Yeah until ngak see.” This woman quickly grabbed the remote directing to the tv replacing the channel with news.

The sound of knocking on the door of the room grew louder.

“Ya wait a minute,” said Arini took a breath in relieving her nervousness, then walked open the door.

Arini was in front of the door and then turned the key to the room door and opened it slowly.

Arini's gaze was fixed on the person standing in front of the door, making him smug and repeatedly blinked his eyes, making sure that he did not see people wrong. Arini's petrified body looked at the handsome young man with his tall body standing in front of this beautiful girl.

“Dil ... Dilan Magika,” said Arini stammered it felt like he wanted to faint.

 

 

Had Arini's idol come, fainted ngak him tuh.