My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

request

The morning sun has welcomed. Tirta still coiled comfortably under the soft blanket. It was very difficult to open his eyes, still wanting to stay hugging his wife's body even longer. With an imperfect awareness, his hand touched the side of the space beside him and turned blank. He gasped, opened his eyes wide and sat down because Arini was no longer beside him.

“Where is he?” batin Tirta worried about the wife who was carrying the fruit of her love.

Without waiting any longer Tirta got out of bed, but first cleaned up after looking for Arini's whereabouts.

The kitchen is a favorite room where Arini always starts the morning, preparing breakfast for her husband. Both corners of Tirta's lips were attracted when he looked at Arini being gritted with cooking utensils.

“Kak Dilan!” Arini gasped in shock as she felt a sturdy arm coiled around her waist. Put his face on the cross of Arini's neck.

“Dear you are here. Let's go back to the room. You haven't recovered.”

Three days later, the drama reveals that Andra's death has passed, making Arini sad until she falls ill. But the tension is no longer felt. Arini's condition began to improve.

“I'm all right. Bored in the room continue.” Arini moved the cooked fried rice to the serving plate.

“If you are bored why cook? Let aunt do all the work. You will be pregnant no longer be tired,” said Tirta sounded worried increasingly sniffing the scent of his wife's body.

“Kak Dilan, Already!” Arini wriggling amusedly. “Come breakfast.” Arini held a plate filled with food.

The dekapan Tirta detached, then took over the plate from his wife's hand, put it on the dining table.

“Sit. I'll prepare it for you.” Tirta pulls a chair for Arini.

Arini let out a long sigh sitting on the chair, feeling her husband's attention was overwhelming.

Tirta sat next to Arini with a plate of fried rice in front of him.

Arini linked her Eyebrows upon hearing. Aaaa, aba-aba opened to open the mouth, as well as a spoon filled with food was in front of her lips. “I'll bribe you,” said Tirta.

The sweetness of this prestige artist, being the husband of attention.

“No need brother. I'll eat alone, you better eat too. I've made vegetable salad for sister.”

“I'll just later. I have to make sure my wife and son eat first,” Tirta said proudly. “Eat a lot for our child too,” he added with a smile embedded in his handsome face. Arini chuckled funnyly at Tirta's words and opened her mouth. She also eats from the love of her husband.

Tirta's eye beads watched Arini eat her food. A view he really liked. The way this woman chews food like a successful culinary host makes people who see it excited. Tirta's hand hung over Arini's mouth when his wife did not open her mouth again.

“Come eat again. Eat a lot. For our child.” The direction of the spoon filled with food is getting closer.

Arini shook her head there was something she had to say to her husband.

“Kak Dilan I have a request,” he said hesitantly.

The spoon hanging in front of Arini's mouth was forced to turn into his mouth. “You crav yes. Tell me, whatever you want, I will try to grant it,” said Tirta enthusiastically while chewing.

“I just want to eat Andra mas,” Og Arini squeezed the end of his shirt.

Tirta sounded out breathing. “You are pregnant. I don't want you tired,” reject it while scooping back the food on the plate even into his mouth. He did not want Arini to be saddened by the memory of Andra's death.

“My heart is calm. If you haven't seen eat brother Andra.” Arini's eyes began to glaze over.

Seeing that Tirta was confused and became heartless for a moment to contemplate while eating to make a decision.

After a while.

“Alright we'll go.” Finally agreed. “But, not anytime soon. Because I have to promote my brother's chosen soul mate movie that will premiere this week. After the movie was over, my time was gone. We're going to eat brother Andra.”

“Still brother.”

“Ended up eating.”

“It's over,” says Arini.

Tirta's eyebrows linked to Arini's speech. “It's over!” repeat then see the plate that has been toilet because of his actions.

“I spent it?” his question was stumbling because he thought of Arini's desire he had to unconsciously spend the food on the plate.

Arini nodded with a cute smile at her khilaf husband.

“Yeah, I spent my wife and son's food.”

ckck, geez just now he wants to be the husband of attention even he who spends the meal for his wife and son.

Looking at the panicked Tirta himself Arini just chuckled funnyly. Her bead eyes stared proudly at her husband's magnanimous allowing her to see Andra's grave.

 

Stop ... skip .. first yes jeng kunti there again.

Jeng kunti: I salfok thor.

By: yaelah salfok mulu.

Jeng kunti: Arini no other cuisine besides fried rice thor.

Dinda: husss, quiet napa, that's all the author knows.

Jeng kunti: there is no science at all thor.

Dinda: ngak lama I sambelin level mampus tuh mouth.

Jeng kunti: don't dong thor! The man who helped you earlier bang Dilan ate it was me.

Dinda: it's appropriate that he did not realize that he was nervous, apparently all this time, he ate at the help of the devil.

Jen Kunti: I am a demon.

Dinda: yes it is true ...