My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

anger of Tirta

Tirta's body was still petrified in front of his grandmother like a lightning bolt he heard the old woman's wishes after five years back home he had to get married. Arini who had been in front of the room was no less surprised. All the objects held by Arini, to be signed by the idol artist immediately regardless of his embrace.

How not he was so excited to bring a lot of stuff to be signed by a great artist Dilan Magika. He brought books, clothes, even glasses and plates, wanted him to fuck with the signature of his idol artist, but when he heard the desire of grandma to get him married again made him very surprised.

Prak ... The sound of glasses and plates falling made Tirta and Nani's grandmother who had been silent became jolted, they compactly looked at Arini who was squatting in front of the door starting to pick up all her belongings.

“Sorry,” said Arini with a vibrating voice and eyes began to glaze over.

“Arini,” says grandma slowly.

Hasan and Ana go inside to see Arini squatting with tears that can be seen dripping onto the floor.

Arini then stood holding back all her belongings.

“Arini,” call Hasan's father when he sees Arini walking quickly past him but not invited by this crying girl.

Hasan and Ana went inside, closing in on this granddaughter and grandmother. Hasan could already guess if his mother must have conveyed her wish to Tirta.

Hasan stared at the cold face of Tirta who was also staring at him sharply.

Tirta immediately got up from her seat.

“So this is why you called me home!” hardik Tirta angrily set his gaze on the two old men standing before him. “Because you want me to marry that woman!” this young man increasingly gritted his teeth.

“This is all your grandmother's wishes,” Ana replied with teary eyes as she looked at the disappointment on her son's face.

“I guess after everything that happened, you guys have changed. It turns out you guys are still the same as before,” Tirta accused.

“Tirta don't talk like that, we love you so much,” between Ana staring at the face of grandma Nani who looks sad, she is afraid if her condition will decline again.

Tirta snorted looking pensively at her mother's explanation. “From the first time you only cared about Brother Andra. Because Brother Andra is smart, studious, obedient, all your attention, your affection is only to him. New stuff, new toys, new clothes are all for her whereas I just always get a former sister, just because I'm not as smart as Andra's sister, you know,” the wrath of this handsome young man vented all his heart about the injustice he received for that reason he also went away from home and proved that he too could succeed and he has achieved it his way by oneself.

Hasan just bowed silently, there was guilt tugging into the recesses of his heart. He and his family used to live a simple life to save on family expenses. Andra is always their priority, because Andra is a smart child and always boasts of family until they have unconsciously contained Tirta fostering hatred in his heart.

“Force us if our attitude has hurt your heart, we do not mean to distinguish you,” explained Ana bowed.

“Tirta marry Arini Nak,” pinta grandma Nani interject their speech.

“Married her,” Tirta stared cynically at her two silent parents. “Why should I marry her? From the past I only always got my ex-sister, from my sister's old clothes, books, bicycles all my ex-sister! Now I'm even asked to marry my sister's ex-sister!” Tirta's anger was increasingly unbearable he could not imagine if he had to marry his sister's ex-wife.

“He's my ex-sister!” snapped Tirta's voice raised affirming Arini's status as the girl he was betrothed to, he no longer cared about respect.

“Tirta watch your talk! He's not an item, which you would like to say used!” hasan's voice began to rise to hear his son humbling Arini.

Tirta smiled wryly looking at her father who had spoken up as his daughter-in-law was insulted.

“Indeed it was reality. She has married my sister!” The atmosphere of this son and father re-heated the same quarrel five years ago when Tirta decided to leave.

Ana walks over to Nani's grandmother not wanting her condition to worsen hearing of this father and son quarrel.

Tirta stared at the old woman's body, which was still sitting on the sofa, knowing that her quarrel with her father would make her condition worse. “Sorry grandma I can not marry that woman, just marry her to another man, who can accept her status as a widow of former Andra.”

“Tirta!” Hasan cried out even more annoyed at his son's words.

“After all I have to take care of my reputation. My career in Entertainment world, my prestige can go down if people find out I married a widow!”

The handsome young man who was still covered in anger was about to leave the door of the room but his steps stopped when he heard his grandmother's call.

“Tirta,” called her softly holding her chest made Ana instantly panic.

“Mother!” ana shouted at her in-laws having trouble breathing and holding onto her chest.

Tirta turned around and had seen her father and mother clutching the unconscious body of the old woman, making Tirta again run closer to Nani's grandmother.

 

 

 

Hey come on who's this Tirta said? This Tirta is just as rich I like to only get ex-sister.  Especially clothes.