Mas Oon Is My Husband
Degrading ego ...

It had been more than two months they had stayed one roof, but there was no sign Oon wanted to make up with Shania. He did his duty as a responsible husband, facing the polemic of Mala's resistance that wanted his beloved son to divorce his wife.

Oon was silent, not budging, when Mala blasphemed him all out in front of the door of the office room that was wide open in his film production house.

Oon's innocent face could only be silent, restraining his anger, lest it be said of an ungodly child to a Mother who had given birth to him and became what it is today.

"It has been more than two months that you have not come home, instead choosing to stay one roof with the woman. What do you want Oon!" mala shouted in frustration, ignoring the several pairs of eyes that saw the incident.

"Bus ... Oon Shania's husband. Never mind, don't interfere too much in Oon's household affairs. Oon love Mama! Shania is getting better now. Although he still locked himself in the room, but no problem. What matters is that he's safe with Oon, Mom. Understand ..." Please, with a red face extinguished, for enduring the shame before all the employees who witnessed the incident.

Again Mala snorted in annoyance, pointing at her son's head in annoyance ...

"Why are you so stupid Oon! If you divorce the woman, eat easily Mother reports all cases of Ahmad Cirendeu Family to the police. Because if you still maintain this unhealthy household, then you will suffer your entire life!!" snarl.

Oon sighed deeply, smiling softly, only able to speak kindly, "Mother ... When you were alive, we were always together. Dad once told Oon to maintain the marriage if he was married. So please let Oon calm down with Shania well, Mom!"

Mala could only gulp her saliva, turning her eyes in another direction, without even hearing Oon's explanation. This time he had to think about how to separate his son-in-law so that his son could meet the woman who valued him so much.

Not much to say, Mala moved out of the room, choosing to leave Oon's office. Gayung together, his eyes were fixed on one of the figures of women who worked as models in the office.

Mala smiled, as if she had a brilliant idea, so she planned something for Oon to divorce Shania.

The tall girl looked up at Mala, smiling, glancing back at the middle-aged woman, there was only Beny waiting for the same elevator.

Beny greets Mala, having just finished his work with the production team, "Eeeh has Aunt Mala. How's Auntie doing? Have you met Mas Oon?"

Mala brushed off Beny's hand that would kiss the back of the hand haughtily. He said, "Please tell your boss that he wants to divorce his wife! Because that woman doesn't deserve to be my daughter-in-law!" regrettable.

Beny was speechless, his face flushed red from feeling uncomfortable with Mala's words just now. He tried to dodge, "Ma-ma-sorry Aunt, there happened to be someone left in the room. Continue with Aunt ..."

Without a second thought Beny turned his body, running small towards his room, leaving Mala who was still standing in front of the elevator door with the young girl.

Mala greeted the girl first, "Who's your name?"

The girl widened her eyes, pointing towards her face, while glancing the other way, "Sa-sa-sa-me Ma'am?" he asked with a slightly confused face.

"Yes ... You!"

The girl looked down respectfully, giving her hand, as a form of self-introduction, "I'm Soraya, Mom ..."

Mala raised her chin, "Soraya, good name! Can we have lunch together? I happen to be the mother of the man who owns this production house. Are you the artist of their management?"

Soraya shook her head, then nodded, due to the feeling of nervousness ...

Mala nodded her head, reached into the cellphone in her handbag, gave the phone to Soraya, so she wanted to write down the girl's personal phone number.

"Please write your name and phone number, tomorrow we will meet. Because there is something I want to offer you, of course with a very high fee!"

Soraya fell silent, this time he seemed hesitant to know who the son Mala had called.

A quiet figure, and not much to say, that is what Soraya had in mind, if remembering the figure of an Oon Syahputra. Because for him, being able to become an advertising model under the auspices of Oon's management was enough for his survival.

However, Mala continued to urge Soraya, to want to record the number on her cellphone.

"Just write down your personal phone number! Do you want me to contact my beloved son to terminate the employment contract with you?"

Soraya fell silent, quickly wrote down her phone number and handed the phone to Mala.

"good. Thanks!"

Mala passed away leaving the young girl, who looked puzzled, as she swallowed her own saliva, muttering inwardly ...

"Why does Mas Oon's mother seem to be planning something ...? Are they again cold war, so hmm. I'd better avoid it ...!"

Soraya passed by, leaving the office building. Continuing her activities as a student at one of the universities in Jakarta.

Shania is living her life in nothingness. He was only accompanied by Darmi, unheeded by his parents.

The beautiful face already seemed more contained, without wanting to say hello or mince words with others, including Oon who never wanted to say hello again.

Shania who still looked glum, just asked Darmi ... "Where's Mas Oon, Bi? How is it never to be seen again? As long as I go out of the room he always dodges, as long as I'm in the room, he goes out. Is that Aunt's employer?"

Darmi smiles, feeling that Shania is losing Oon, even though she is not addressed by the girl ...

"Mas Oon is busy Mba. Maybe today also came home a little late at night, because there was something they had to finish. Oya, how's Mba Shania's case? Is it done?"

Shania shook her head, as soon as those beautiful eyes glazed over, feeling guilty at her own stupidity.

"I want to get out Bi? I haven't been out of my apartment in a long time to enjoy the air of freedom. Am I wrong, Bi?"

"Hmm I don't want to judge others Mba. Although Mba was actually wrong, but it is better to apologize to Mas Oon. He has given his best for the survival of Mba Shania. Silencing all the mouths of journalists, until Mba news is not raised again in the media. Try to think Mba. Because if Mba Shania is hard, Mas Oon is hard, when is it good. Try to give in, lower our ego to our happiness, Mba. Ntar nyesel you know.." Godanya on the top of Shania's nose.

Shania smiled faintly, taking her eyes off, thinking back to her happiness, while muttering inwardly, "Hmm ... There's no harm in me trying to make up with Oon ..."