My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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The couple was still in the car on their way home. Silence mastered silence in each other's minds. Arini stared out at the windshield of the car staring at the scene they were going through. The contents of his mind continued to be fixed on the sign of Tirta's love for him.

The sound of Tirta's cell phone ringing scattered Arini's daydream. He turned to Tirta who had flanked his gawai between his ears and shoulders.

“Ya Ian.” Tirta's.

“Where are you?” Rian.

“On the road.”

“Today don't go home first.”

“What's up?”

“Your house is surrounded by journalists. Your photo with Arini is scattered by the media. Said you claimed to have married Arini.”

“All right I understand. I'll explain later.”

Tirta's interrupted call heaved a heavy sigh as it turned out that quickly the news about her spread. This young man is not worried about his career, but Arini will certainly get blasphemy from hardline fans who do not accept his idol has been married.

Tirta turned the steering wheel turned Direction made Arini frown deeply.

“What's sister?” tanya Arini put on a curious face, Tirta changed her intentions after receiving a phone call.

“Nothing, we are not going home,” said Tirta curling a smile as if there was no problem in the slightest.

Seeing that smile Arini calmed down a little. But now change the phone that is in the bag ringing. Arini grabbed the square thing. Brow-collapsing while staring at the name of the contact who contacted him.

“Iya. Father.”

Tirta glanced at Arini who was seen putting on an anxious face receiving a phone call.

After a while the call was interrupted telling Arini an anxious face.

“My brother has to go home!” arini Whine.

“What's up?” tirta asked worriedly as well.

“Dad told me to go home, he said the whole tv was preaching our marriage, grandmother's condition declined to see the news that cornered me,” explained Arini with teary eyes still trying to hold back the pace of tears, I was afraid something might happen to Grandma Nani.

“Alright I'll take you home.” Tirta increased the speed of his vehicle to quickly reach the residence of Abraham. He was also worried about his grandmother.

***

It didn't take long they've arrived. With a quick step Arini entered the house, walking towards her grandmother's room followed by Tirta from behind. There his father and mother-in-law sat by the bed.

“Arini!” the voice of Nani's grandmother's sobbing grew louder when she saw the poor daughter-in-law's granddaughter.

Ana retreats to give Arini a place. This girl clutched the frail body. “Arini they blaspheme you, he said you tease Tirta,” complained Grandma Nani her tears are getting scattered wet Arini clothes.

“It's no wonder, I'm fine.” Arini stroked her grandmother's back gently.

“Indeed why if you are married to Tirta!” granny Nani.

“Nek biakan them, the important thing is not true,” Arini increasingly embrace his grandmother.

Tirta who stood beside her father could only remain silent, staring guiltily, all this chaos was his act. But sooner or later this secret will also be revealed, Arini is a woman who is loved, only she will be a companion to live forever.

“Dad wants to talk to you,” Hasan said in a cold tone, his countenance hardened. Step outside Grandma Nani's room.

Tirta let out a heavy breath following his father's footsteps. This time, I made sure he would argue again. Arini is their favorite, of course, will not stay silent their daughter-in-law in the humiliation of everyone.

Tirta stepped foot into the living room, where her father had stood with his arms crossed, looking at her sharply.

“I didn't mean to make it all like this.” Tirta opened the conversation first while bowing down feeling guilty. Actually, it is not only Arini who gets the impact of this confession. He is the same career as a top star will definitely fade.

Hasan sighed trying to hold back his anger. Seeing Tirta bowed down did not reveal her arrogance. “Sway Arini! Don't call him again. You always hurt her!” hasan's Word.

“I didn't hurt him!” the argument does not accept.

“No hurting him!” sambar Hasan smiled obliquely, staring cynically at Tirta. Remembering how Tirta had always treated Arini as she pleased. Hasan still thought Tirta would only play the kind girl.

“Look at everyone blaspheming him because of you!” accuse Hasan.

Tirta raised his gaze. “I just acknowledge her as my wife. Is that wrong!” in rebuttal, Tirta's emotions started to rise. He was always wrong in his father's eyes.

The lightning gaze of anger enveloped this view of father and son. It's always like this if they talk, it ends with emotion.

Hasan chose to give up not wanting to discuss this further, if continued will make the condition of his mother worse.

“Better you just finish the mess you made! Don't see him again,” said Hasan then stepped away leaving Tirta who was staring at his words.

Tirta gasped to hear that she was banned from meeting with Arini. Ah what's the matter, he already recognized Arini as his wife, why so many obstacles stretched. Tirta clucked in annoyance pulling the end of her hair.

“Why everything gets messed up like this,” levies Tirta.