My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

Go away

The morning sun welcomed, the bias of the light entering through the window blinding the eyes of the young man who was sleeping curled tightly hugging the body of the girl who was also sleeping beside him. Tirta narrowed her eyes, adjusting the incoming light, as she was about to stretch her body to collect half of her soul, she realized that at this moment her hands were coiled around Arini's waist which was still on her back.

Tirta pulled both corners of her lips, smiling comically looking at Arini's sleeping position which was still the same as last night on her back. How not his wife was too tense about every touch given by Tirta. Making this young man become anxious to pounce on him but he still had to hold back to make Arini get used to him.

Slowly Tirta let go of her hand on Arini's waist. Pulling the shoulder of the girl slowly to change the position to be on her back, do not want Arini's body to feel sore because overnight did not change position, he said, not even moving at all and at what time Arini was asleep from his sleep pattern that had not been awakened this girl must have just fallen asleep until the sun had welcomed Arini had not also wake up really not Arini's habit.

“I just hugged you you can not move, what if I ask for my rights,” muttered Tirta lying on her side, as her hands trimmed the hair that covered Arini's beautiful face gently interspersed with a funny smile.

Satisfied to enjoy the beautiful face of Arini who fell asleep, Tirta then woke up. He has to go back not wanting people to know if he came in the middle of the night just to meet Arini.

“I go first,” said Tirta kissed a glance at Arini's lips and then rubbed her ripe lips with the thumb.

“Tonight you get away, next time I will make it clear that you are my wife. I'm not your idol, but I'm the husband who wants you, Tirta's inner” with a grinning smile framed his handsome face.

After cleaning himself, Tirta left the room with a cheerful face welcoming the day, after sleeping holding loved ones overnight.

Tirta walked slowly through the living room, staring at the waiter who had started the day by cleaning the house like a thief he was a thief who misfortune because he was late getting up and leaving.

“Tirta!” the greeting was heard in the ear making this young man squealed like being snatched by the owner of the voice that he knew was the woman who had given birth to him.

Tirta took a deep breath and turned to look at her mother.

“Mother!” this young man forcefully pulled the corner of his lips.

“You're here? Since when?”

“Emm ... Last night I came to see Grandma but it turns out that she was asleep,” this high prestige youth alibi stuttered, she couldn't possibly admit if she wanted to see Arini.

“Tirta there is something important that I want to talk to you about,” explained Ana stepped closer to Tirta and herded her son to sit on the sofa.

Now they sit side by side.

“What's Bu?” ask Tirta.

“Arini Issues.” Ana clutched her hand tightly, anxious that this discussion would offend her son who had just returned.

Tirta directed a look of flat eyes at her mother.

“Mom knows you can't take it, because she's your sister's ex-wife,” Ana said carefully. Especially when Tirta exhaled a long breath impressed panted.

Ana clasped Tirta's hand down. “Tirta mom please just a little, open your eyes and heart. Look Arini, she's a good girl you're very lucky to have in as your wife" Ana said with a plea accompanied by a clear feather falling down her cheek.

Tirta just kept her tongue still. Can't reveal her feelings if she has realized Arini's kindness and loved her.

“Mother.” Tirta raised her mother's face to look at her heart so hard to see her mother's cry.

“Please start changing your treatment of Arini, she is very good do not treat her again like your household assistant, she is your wife,” explained Ana switched to hugging her son's body.

“Mother knows,” Inner Tirta.

“At that time mom visited your house, mom saw Arini doing all the housework.” Evidently.

“Sorry Mom, at that time I didn't mean it that way,” tirta cuddled his arms, regretting his actions when love had not been embedded in the heart, if time could be turned he would treat Arini well.

Ana rests her head on Tirta's shoulders.

“Please accept him.”

The conversation stopped as a heavy voice sounded.

“What's Bu!” his jolt made Ana round her eyes and then rushed to stand up and Hasan who apparently heard their talk and was now angry to hear Tirta's treatment of Arini.

“Dad!” said Ana slowly.

Ana walked a few steps to face Hasan.

“So that's how he treated Arini! As long as we don't exist!” hardik hasan stared with his eyes burning furiously.

Tirta just sat in silence accepting her father's anger, she indeed deserved all that.

"Father already,” refer Ana.

“We were wrong to leave Arini to him!” snapped Hasan.

“Daddy hold on to emotions, don't scold her,”

“She is indeed unreliable unlike ...”

“Dad!” cut Ana with a high voice reminding Hasan if the words will again make distance to Tirta.

Tirta's face immediately hardened with anger, her hands clenched tightly as if they wanted to explode. Instantly standing, looking intently at his father.

“Why silence? Dad wants to say if I'm not as good as Andra. I'm not the same child as your favorite son!” hardik Tirta vented his anger now Hasan who was silent realized his words.

“Tirta, it's not like that Nak.” Ana's voice sounded vibrating.

Tirta smiled slantingly then decided to leave carrying her anger.

“Tirta wait! Your father didn't mean it that way," after Ana blocked Tirta's wrist.

"Already Mom, I'm home.”

Emotionally, Tirta left home. Somehow even Andra disappeared but he still lives the shadow of his brother.