Mas Oon Is My Husband
Mentally retarded

[A mentally retarded young man, came to a beautiful artist Shania Junianatha, later claiming to have edited her]

Oon's hands shivered, reading a news headline this morning, saying he was a mentally retarded man.

The innocent face was only pensive, while reading the news that really sliced the heart.

"Tet-tet-tega once Shania ...!"

Hurry up to find Shania, the wife, just asking about the news she read this morning.

But the woman who had become his wife two days ago, was busy sitting on a sofa, with earphones in her ears.

[Yes dear ... Don't be afraid, Mama and Papa just marry me, status on paper, not in bed. So you take it easy, for the bed I will do the same to you ..]

The sentence was again heard by Oon from behind the door of the room, after two days of their wedding.

Slowly Oon went into the room that was still scattered, because the artist Shania Junianatha just woke up from her sleep.

Oon puts the newspaper in his grasp on Shania's room table, deliberately showing the leading news headlines that write that he is 'mentally retarded'.

Shania smiled faintly, flashed her smile, took the newspaper the man had placed on the table, then threw the newspaper right on Oon's face.

Oon is shocked to find Shania's harsh treatment.

The beautiful girl did not care, she just stuck her legs out on the table, grabbed the cigarette on the right side, threw the cigarette box back at Oon who was still standing in front of her, then peck and exhale the smoke into the air, without feeling guilty.

"Hmm it turns out this news is already on the front page ..."

Shania's smile widened, her lips flattened, looking sinisterly at Oon.

Oon grew nervous, again he asked, "A-a-a-what does this news mean, Shania? Bi-bi-can you explain it to me? Who is mentally retarded?"

Oon was completely unexpected with the news he had read that morning.

But Shania glared, looking at Oon from head to toe. Then turn on the television, and open the warmest gossip channel, which makes headlines in all media.

'Mental retardation' is just that sentence that is heard, every Shania changes television channels that are in her room.

Oon swallowed his own saliva, his blood boiling, corn sweat pouring down his growling body. He had no idea he would get humiliation and betrayal within two days of marrying Shania Junianatha.

Oon's hands clenched firmly, his lips moved, wanting to scold the woman who was very relaxed blowing cigarette smoke in that luxurious room without feeling guilty or sinful.

The innocent face, the sad eyes, the fat body, looked helpless, even very fragile over all the news that repeatedly pierced his eardrum, thus hitting right at his heart.

"A-a-what does all this mean Shania?"

Shania just smiled faintly, hearing Oon's question that didn't need to be explained anymore.

"Hm ..."

Only that word came out of the throat of the girl who worked as a famous artist, without moving her tiny lips.

Instantly he could only approach his wife's feet, and rested on the floor of the room at the foot of the dangling level, without any obstructions.

"A-a-what does this all mean, Shania? Wasn't your mother the one who came to my residence, so I-me-asked me to marry you immediately?"

Shania puts on a smile, a smile that implies that she is not the one who wants Oon to be her husband.

Oon Syahputra, a 25-year-old man, who has a fertile body, a distended stomach, even far from the word handsome. A neck that is too close to the cheek, there is nothing to be proud of when faced with it.

However, Oon greatly admired a Shania Junianatha who was his neighbor long ago. Their residence, which is two blocks from the residence of Ahmad Cirendeu, made both Shania's parents convinced, that Oon was the man who deserved to be the companion of their favorite daughter, as well as the repayment of debt, rather than get a criminal threat for money laundering cases and allocating funds is not in accordance with the agreement.

Shania grieves, "Ciih ... Never touch my skin! Because it will have an impact on the health of my smooth skin, if touched by the rough hands!"

Once again Oon had to accept a blow from his wife's own smooth legs. It was not far from Oon's face.

PLEDG ...!

"Shhh ... Shan ... Oon sa-sa-honey with you! But why would you kick Oon, and say Oon is mentally retarded? Is Oon wrong with you?"

Oon asked with teary eyes, his cheeks looking red and hot.

Shania folded her long legs smoothly too, glancing back at Oon, gazing in disdain at the man who had officially married her.

"Can you please read? See yer? The way you talk? Who wants to marry a guy like you?"

"But we're married to Shania? The proof is that we are married and living together. Tell the media that Oon Syahputra is Shania Junianatha's husband! Please ... That's all Oon wants to hear from your lips!"

Oon's request made Shania shudder in horror, she did not expect that the man was demanding more after marrying him.

"Dreams! All of this will never happen! Because my lover is Rizal, more handsome than you!"

Oon shook his head slowly, he did not expect that the marriage he had imagined would be beautiful, becoming like this just because his face and appearance were far from handsome.

"On will follow all of Shania's wishes, but stop all news in the mass media. We are husband and wife ... Not good like this to your husband!"

Shania chuckled, hearing Oon still sitting on the floor of her room.

Shania said in a loud voice to the side of the room that had been mixed with the aroma, "I will stop all the news in the media, as long as you divorce me!"

Shania grabs the ashtray in front of her, throws it at Oon, unfortunate irresistible, lucky unachievable, instantly ...

PAVT ...!

Ashtray darted right on Oon's forehead, making his fat body dizzy seven circumferences. Blood flowed profusely from the torn head, with cigarette ash flying on the floor of the room.

However, Oon immediately rested on Shania who was about to stand up, he actually cried loudly, "No Shania, Oon will not divorce you! Until now, you will remain Oon's wife! Oon love you ...!"

Shania Junianatha was speechless at Oon's statement that would never divorce her, again she floated her legs up, leaving Oon plunged. His head hit the floor of the room.

"Don't dream of you! Stupid guy!"