My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

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Counting on having lived three months with her artist husband, Arini began to get used to the presence of Tirta, the tawdry soul of the artist also began to decrease unless Tirta took him for a walk to the set to meet with other artists or stand among Dilan Magika fans then Arini will again forget himself.

The night had been late as usual Arini waited for her husband's return in the front room accompanied by a healthy snack from fans named Tita who was prepared by a housekeeper for her but somehow her appetite disappeared. She no longer likes the gift of female fans named Tita, some days she was even annoyed to hear her name as if she did not like the fans were giving a lot of goods and attention to her husband. There is a sense that Arini can not express anyway he is upset.

Arini tried to resist the drowsiness, her eyes had even turned red but could not sleep without seeing her husband's face. Somehow Arini felt her body was so weak that it felt like she just wanted to sleep on the mattress in her husband's arms. She herself feels strange with herself lately, she always wants to be close to Tirta smelling her husband's body scent even she can already sleep soundly in the arms of her idol husband.

The sound of the roar of the car engine was faintly heard the sign Tirta had gone home. Arini developed a smile waking up from her seat stepping quickly to welcome the arrival of Tirta.

Arini's line of sight was fixed on Tirta who was about to step in. He misses this guy very much. It has been a week her artist husband, very busy doing promotions, preparation for a soul mate movie of my brother's choice that the shooting process has been completed and will soon premiere. Now the last film left for the artist after is no more. Her career has dimmed since recognizing Arini as a wife. The offer is still there for him but no longer the lead role. His high grip made him choose to step back rather than play in small roles.

“Kak Dilan,” greeting Arini immediately rushed to hug her husband's tall body.

For a moment Tirta gasped in shock and developed a smile, revealing her white teeth, this was the first time Arini had started touching her. Instantly tired it evaporated away as Arini clenched her first, there were flowers blooming in her heart.

“You haven't slept.” Tirta returned Arini's embrace was no less tight.

“Against sister, kangen want to be hugged,” he said spoiled sniffing the scent of Tirta perfume.

Deg ....

Tirta's heart seemed to jump free to hear the word kangen from his innocent wife. He also peaked the top of Arini's head. But a little bit is he so busy? His wife misses him so much.

“Sorry lately I have no time for you. But, after this movie airs, all my time will only be for you.”

Arini nodded in her husband's arms.

Arini breaks her arms, then pulls her husband's hand. “Come our sister to the room,” invite Arini to sound whining.

Tirta's brows furrowed deeply as Arini pulled her to the room like never before.

What happened to Arini? It is not usually asked in the heart.

Tirta followed his wife to the room, where they were on the edge of the bed.

Arini had gone up first in bed while Tirta was still standing still, staring at the puzzled manner of his wife who looked like she was teasing him.

“Sister let's lie next to me.” Arini patted the empty side mattress for her husband.

Tirta was more astonished, Arini immediately invited him to sleep when he knew that before going to bed this artist had many night rituals to clean themselves, wearing skincare. But her heart skipped a beat as to what Arini had seen as her husband, if that happened she would yell yes.

“Come brother.” Arini's voice increasingly urged her to pull her hand up.

Arini asked him to sleep.

Tirta pulled the corner of his lips and climbed on the bed joined by his wife. Regardless of the night ritual he often does now his wife wants it.

After lying down Arini then entered into a warm embrace her husband hid his face in the chest of Tirta's field, making Tirta's arm as a pillow made him unable to move.

“Why you?” tanya Tirta made sure.

“I want to sleep in the hug sister.” Arini tightened her arms and began to close her eyes, towards the dreamland from earlier she was very sleepy but her eyes also could not be closed, if she had not seen the handsome face of Tirta.

Ah so sweet once the manly side rises.

Just want to be hugged? Sure it's just a hug. Inner Tirta began to peek at the top of Arini's head, heat passion began to envelop, feel his wife's body but this girl did not even react.

Tirta raised Arini's face as if her eyelids had closed tightly. Oh not so fast? Then what about her? Jeez he slept when Tirta was tense. Tirta clucked instead of Arini who had lured him to sleep.

“Sayang ... darling!” while stroking the soft cheek Arini but no movement. “Yes she's asleep.”

“Sweet, but now he can sleep soundly in my arms. Had she considered me her husband, Tirta's inner” the recesses of her heart warmed up hoping that Arini's heart's door would have opened for her. Tirta kissed his wife's forehead gently, then rose to clean himself, flushing his body with cold water so that the heat passion was lost after using his own facial care.