My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Stars have been scattered to decorate the night sky. Returning from the tomb of Andra, without waiting again Tirta went straight to his father's house. Ignoring fatigue after a long journey. For the sake of great curiosity about the mystery of Andra's death that his father tried to hide for years.

The vehicle had entered the carport of Abraham's residence. Rian shut off the car engine. Staring at Tirta who put on a cold face was ready to go down.

“You just wait here!” Tirta opened the car door.

“Lan!” Rian holding onto Tirta's shoulder made the movement stop. “I just want to remind you hold yourself,” message Rian does not want his best friend to make a fuss.

Tirta only answered him with a slow nod and then came out.

The young man with this fiery anger had entered the house. Welcomed with several servants who told him that his father was now resting in the room. Tirta waited in the living room after ordering the maid to call her father to meet him.

Not long wait seen his father and mother down the stairs approaching him. Tirta sighed seeing that her mother was there too and would know everything.

“Tirta!” sapa Ana had her eyebrows furrowed in seeing her son come at night and wanted to meet them.

This young man just put on a cold face stepped impatiently closer, eroding the distance between his parents.

“What did you do to Brother Andra?” tirta asked straight to the core of the matter no matter if her mother found out.

Hasan became excited, his heart pounding as Tirta discussed the secret that he had been covering up.

“What do you mean?” reply Hasan was still trying to calmly throw away his gaze not wanting his bead to be read.

“Do not pretend not to know!” the sound of Tirta rising up snapping at her father made Ana who was among them flinch.

“Tirta!” Ana interrupts thinking her son is no longer polite raise his voice to the parents.

“Daddy has not confessed! I already know all from Andra's family of assistants that you told me to shut up!”

At once Hasan's face paled upon hearing Tirta's confession. I can't believe her secret has now been revealed.

“Say all what your purpose is to do it all!” Tirta came forward clutching the collar of the shirt her father was wearing making Ana flinch at the anger of her son.

“Tirta!” Ana approached about to let go of her son's hand but the grip did not loosen in the slightest while Hasan lowered his gaze without defending himself.

“Say! To be honest why you hid Andra's death!” snapped Tirta with anger.

Ana's soft hand holding the legan Tirta suddenly drooped. Tirta let go of the clutches of her hands when she saw her mother was stunned. Hasan could only remain silent regretting his actions.

“Andra's Death!” lirih Ana petrifiedly stared blankly. His soul was shaken when he heard that his first son had died.

“There's something you should know! Actually brother Andra had died in an accident two years ago and father had lied to everyone! He gave me hope that Brother Andra would come back! In fact it was my own father who buried Andra's brother!” obviously Tirta made Ana's tears melt now a mother lost her handsome son seeing his body for the last time.

“What is true mas?” ana asked her voice trembling with the eyes of a river that continued to drain tears of sadness without being able to be dammed.

Hasan just kept quiet.

“Mas! What does Tirta say!” Now Ana is yelling at her husband asking for an explanation.

Hasan took his wife's hand. “Sorry Ana! I had to lie covering all this,” Hasan regretted.

“Ana forgive me!”

Ana thins her husband's hand of disappointment building up in her heart.

“I was forced to do all this, because ever since Arini got into our house, mom's health has improved. I don't want Arini to leave after knowing Andra's gone. Arini will definitely leave the house after Andra is gone. I want Arini to always be next to mom,” obviously Hasan will aim to hide Andra's death.

“Mas!!” Ana's blood was boiling over hearing her husband's reason. Remember poor Arini was the victim here.

Tirta clenched her hand holding back the anger of that reason, her father taking advantage of Arini's presence. An innocent girl who knew nothing had to be a victim.

“What no pity in me when I see Arini who has survived for years, waiting for her husband to return! Turns out the husband has ...” Ana is running out of words about her daughter-in-law's suffering.

“Ana forgive me,” whine Hasan is full of regrets but Ana just stepped back further and further away.

“Mas has hurt a mother's heart. Because I didn't see and touch my son for the last time! I should have hugged her body,” roared Ana with a cry holding her chest tight and left Hasan.

“Ana!” Hasan called his wife but was not invited.

“I'll take Arini away from this house!” Tirta put on a cold face.

Hasan turned around directing his reddish-eye bead.

“No! You can only hurt Arini!” furious Hasan.

Tirta stared cynically. “That's enough! Dad used! He will only suffer living in this house! would be happier to stay with me!” hardik this young man his respect has been lost.

Tirta was about to step foot but was stopped by Hasan's body who did not want his favorite son-in-law to leave the house.

“Don't bring Arini!” snapped Hasan.

This young man urged annoyance will not be daunted for the sake of fighting for his love.

“Why? Don't forget Arini is my wife! I'm entitled to take her live with me!” press Tirta made Hasan not dwell on realizing who is the most entitled to Arini, her husband.

Tirta then set foot through his father's body, climbed the stairs one by one quickly, to Arini's room to take him away from this house and live with him.

“Don't Tirta they need Arini,” pinta Hasan's voice has weakened his strength disappeared helplessly facing Tirta after all he has done.

This young man does not care about his father's wishes now he will live with Arini forever. He will make Arini happy.