My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Tirta still pulled Arini's wrist to go with her. Down step by step the stairs. Arini's brows frowned as she looked at her father-in-law who had been standing at the end of the stairs putting on a sad face. Arini guessed inwardly that this father and son must have fought again.

Tirta did not flinch at speeding up. Strengthening the pull of his hand as it was going through Hasan's father but not with Arini.

“Dad,” said Arini stopped his steps. Tirta looked back at Arini. He took a deep breath of worry, Arini will be influenced by his father's words to undo the intention, not to come with him.

“Let's go from here don't mind him!” press Tirta with a cold tone staring intently at her father.

Hasan stepped closer. “Arini, do not go Nak,” he said with a dreamy voice and a pinched face making Arini unbearable.

“Do not affect him!” bentak Tirta's.

“Your mother and grandmother need you Arini.” Hasan held Arini's hand and pleaded.

Tirta let out an upset sigh, Arini could be affected if her father carries the names of her mother and grandmother. And sure enough Arini's face had turned into a wistful one.

“She's my wife! He has to come with me!” tirta's back to pull Arini's hand.

Oh my God Arini is confused not to understand exactly what happened? Why did he become a snatch like this. He really does have a dilemma.

Arini took a deep breath she had to decide before things got complicated. He looked at the faces of Tirta and her in-laws in turn and made a hard decision.

“Sorry dad, I am a wife. And Dilan's sister is my husband. I have to go with him!” Arini decided to become a wife who complied with her husband's request.

A smile rose from Tirta's face, as Arini chose it. Her heart blossomed Arini looked at her as a husband and positioned herself as his wife.

“How about your mother and grandmother,” between Hasan.

“Mother and grandmother must understand she is also a wife,” said Arini bowed down feeling guilty but she realized the wife must obey the husband.

Tirta grinned at her father, as if proving that he was the winner, then pulled Arini's hand back to get out of the house before more and more obstacles made Arini finally become worried.

Tirta and Arini had exited the house to the parked vehicle where Rian had been waiting since. Tirta opened the car door allowing Arini to enter first.

“Hai Arini,” greeting Rian makes Arini set his eyes on the steering chair.

“Kak Rian.” This girl looked at the astonishment that Rian was in the car.

Tirta got into the car sitting next to Arini. Without a word Rian also turned on the car engine leaving Hasan's house.

Rian who was sitting in the steering wheel arched a smile as he peeked at the couple from the rearview mirror looking awkward and his best friend occasionally stole a glance at Arini who was staring at the car glass. Bak abg in love drunk, really not the Tirta he knew. While Tirta sensed that millions of fireworks were exploding in her heart, it was very happy that Arini chose to come with her in front of her father. Ah ...  If Rian had not been among them he might have pounced on Arini, showering with kisses, over the wise attitude of his wife.

“And take us home?” Tirta broke the silence.

“Go home! In your home there are still many journalists, to find out the news of your marriage!” rian clearly reminded.

“I'll open my wedding. Introducing Arini as my wife.” Tirta spoke with a fixed look at Arini.

Arini was surprised to hear Tirta's desire, it meant killing the career that the artist had built with great difficulty.

“Kak,” protest Arini directing sayu bead on Tirta.

Tirta clasping Arini's palm gave her calmness. “Nothing! Don't worry,” he said with a smile.

Yes, everyone will know who Dilan Magika's escort is. This girl was bowed looking at her appearance who was only wearing sleeping pajamas, because when Tirta took her out of the house, she had prepared to sleep and had no time to change clothes. Oh the more unseemly he stood side by side with this handsome artist.

The vehicle had been in front of the luxurious house of Tirta. And sure enough the crowd was holding cameras flashing closer to the encirclement, making the car come to a halt in front of the gate.

“They have been waiting for you Lan! You ready?” asked Rian who responded with a confident nod from Tirta. This young man then went down first to make sure the atmosphere was safe.

“Kak.” Arini's heart continues to race fast really he is very nervous until it feels like he just wants to disappear.

“Don't be afraid, trust me!” said Tirta cupped Arini's face, for a moment bead their eyes meet each other strengthen then Tirta kissed her forehead gently channeling her feelings of regret. “We will always be together.” Tirta hugged Arini's body tightly giving her tranquility.

A hug came off as Rian opened the car door.

“You ready?” rian asked back in response to a nod from Tirta.

“My brother is shy!” arini looked at her body wearing pajamas. Tirta understood and then opened the gray jacket he wore to wear Arini. “Use this,” says Tirta helps Arini.

“You ready?” ask Tirta.

Arini took a deep breath then nodded.

Tirta clasped the ice-cold hand, then got out of the car.

They stood before the preachers. Arini lowered her head as the camera's blizt light shot at her face blindingly. The grip of his hand on Tirta's guard grew stronger. He was not used to this kind of atmosphere. The boisterous sounds that surrounded them made Arini even more nervous.

“Dilan is it true you have been married?”

“What woman next to you is your wife?”  The sound of questions rang out.

“Quiet first will explain all.” Tirta's words immediately made an atmosphere of silence, listening to the information they would receive.

“Yes I will admit in the presence of all media friends, if I Dilan Magika have been married a few months ago.” Tirta stroked Arini's hand that was tightly coiled around her arm.

The sound returned boisterous due to Tirta's recognition, the camera light increasingly highlighted them.

“Beautiful woman beside me is my wife, her name is Arini.” Arini looked up at Tirta who actually introduced her as a wife, Tirta threw a long-serving smile at her. Ah it feels like the artist's tawdry soul wants to come out when Dilan Magika his idol recognizes him wife.

“Alright I think it's enough that's all you want to say!” Tirta looked at Rian to take care of everything, then pulled Arini out of the crowd.

“What is true if your wife has been married before?” the sound of questions about Arini's status brought the move to a halt.

“No! I reiterate if I was the first man for her!” tirta said as if he did not acknowledge Arini's marriage before, let it be their secret and family, after all he was the first man for Arini.

“Oke thank you!” tirta said stepping back, some security people paved the way for them.

Now Tirta breathed a sigh of relief for having admitted about her marriage. He already does not care if the career he has built with hard work will fade, for him the most important is Arini. Now all he's gonna do is have a happy day with his wife.