My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

bad news

Arini's outstretched hand directed the remote teve towards the square object before her, to turn off the channel she was watching. It has been a few days since the news continued to broadcast his marriage to artist Dilan Magika. As hard as Arini heart does not care about the content of the news that vilifies him but he cannot accept if Tirta's career as a top artist must be dimmed because of it.

Arini got up from her seat stepped onto the balcony of the room to look for fresh air for her heart to calm down. How many days his life had been fucked up. To avoid catching up with reporters, he didn't go to college just to stay indoors. This girl stared blankly at the view from a distance. A lie if he does not feel sad with the news that cornered him, the tip of his heart hurts. The name of cheap women, teasers, third people, even in comparison with Marsya Ayunda who they know Dilan Magika's girlfriend. The blasphemy left him feeling very low, lacking confidence, feeling unworthy to be close to Tirta. The sneer explained who he was and who Dilan Magika was. Ah really he feels contempt for the stars.

“Sorry Brother Dilan, because my sister got into trouble. Win we should not meet. Who me? only the village girl who does not deserve to be close to the big brother,” muttered Arini with a drop of clear rounders drenching the cheeks.

*****

For a few days Tirta kept quiet at Rian's house, and avoided the pursuit of journalists who asked for clarity about her marriage. Rian did make the news develop without clarification. Staying with Rian was the right move at the moment.

Tirta was in the room, sitting on the sofa with her hands gripped by the remote teve seeing the many slanted news about Arini. Why Arini is cornered by this news.Woman seducer, third person in Dilan Magika's relationship with Marsya Ayunda and many more. Tirta turned off the teve channel violently.

“What the fuck! making junk news like this,” umpatnya.

Tirta then reached into his pants pocket to contact Arini to calm down.

“Halo.” Tirta fell silent to the voice she missed.

“Halo you're okay right?” ask Tirta.

“Kak Dilan, sorry because my sister is in trouble.” The voice across there sounded trembling withstanding the cries.

“I'm just worried about you! Don't think about the junk news. After all calm down, I'll meet you!”

“We'd better not meet again, it's not good for sister.” A small sound was heard.

“Why do you talk like that!” Tirta woke up from her seat.

“We should have kept our distance. Big brother is a star and I do not deserve to be close to big brother.”

Tirta sighed in annoyance at Arini's words. This girl must have been affected by the news in the media.

Rian went into the room and Tirta had to end the call.

“Let me call again.” whispered Tirta then put her phone in her pants pocket back sitting on the sofa.

Tirta pointed her black iris at Rian who stood up with a sad face with her right hand holding a brown envelope.

“Lan there's something I want to tell you,” said Rian was very tense.

“Collaboration contract termination!” guess Tirta put on a lazy face, because of that recognition he lost a lot of product brand contracts. And other cooperation.

“Not that,” interrupted Rian either he had to start from where his tongue was complaining.

“This is Andra's problem, Andra's assistant family has been willing to open their mouths and tell of the incident.”

Rian bowed. “Sorry Lan if this news is bad for you.” Rian took a deep breath. “It turns out true Andra had died two years ago in the accident,” said Rian also grieved.

The grip of the hand on Rian's shoulder instantly fell. The world seemed to collapse, his heart crashing from a height hearing his only brother was gone.

“Silver,” softly with a trembling voice, his body as if petrified, lips firmly smother with tears of sadness.

“She and her assistant were found dead, lifeless at the scene.” Added.

Hearing the tragic story that befell her brother with a single blink of a clear crystal falling unstoppably escaped wetting her cheeks.

Rian then gave a brown envelope that he had been holding to leave to his best friend. With a trembling hand Tirta grabbed it and opened it. Pulling a piece of paper inside the envelope. His eyes focused on the contents of the paper.

The sturdy legs that support Tirta's body are no longer strong, weak as if boneless, his body crumpled on the sofa when he saw the entire contents of the paper is a picture of a tomb bearing the name Andra Abraham brother.

“Kakak!” the voice sounded soft, Tirta smothered her mouth with one hand.it felt like she wanted to scream, seeing the evidence her brother had gone missing in this world.

For a moment Rian was silent just staring at Tirta downcastly hiding his face with his shoulders shaking up and down. He knew this young man must be very sad. Rian knew in fact in the depths of his heart, Tirta loved his brother very much, it was just that the situation was unfair to him, which made this brother sister's relationship close to each other far apart.

Rian sat down beside Tirta. “Already Lan” stroked Tirta's vibrating back.

“My brother Ian, he's my only brother,” Tirta patted his chest that felt tight.

“Sabar Lan.”

Tirta looked up to direct her reddish eye bead at Rian.

“Ian set my departure. I have to go there, see the grave of my brother,” urged Tirta.

“Alright, I will accompany you,” said Rian understood Tirta's feelings.

Tirta looked down again at the picture in her grasp of sadness crawling her heart.