
Shania leaves Oon, heads to the bathroom, picks up the mop, then throws it at the man who is still curled up on the floor of the room, with blood still pouring out ...
LAHM ...!
Shania's delicate hand throws a hard mop, following the floor cleaner to her husband's face, "Clean this room! Because you're nothing more than a babu!" the regret then passed.
Oon could only cry sobbing, muttering inwardly, "Oon will fight for this household. Oon doesn't care about the news out there, Shania's harsh treatment, her rant ... One day you will admit that Oon is your greatest husband Shania Junianatha!"
Shania screamed loudly while standing in front of the wardrobe. Wearing clothes that looked minimal and wide open, while saying ...
"Ooogh Lord, why should I marry a man like this! I love Rizal, not that fat guy ...!" he slammed the bathroom door.
Oon. Not once twice, he had to receive harsh treatment as well as hear such harsh remarks.
Even two days during their marriage, although Oon had treated Shania very well, the girl was still being rude. Makes a man's heart as soft as Oon's increasingly depressed even continuously crying in the heart.
'Mental retardation' ... Again the sentence was heard by Oon when he turned his face on the television screen.
Making Oon can only lean his body on the sofa of the room.
No matter how long Shania out of the bathroom, with a more sexy casual dress by showing curves, protruding chest and wide open, just closing the core only.
"Shania, what are you doing? Where you going? Don't leave Oon, Shan! We just got married, and it's not good to be seen by our parents and neighbors!"
Oon approaches Shania, so as not to do something very embarrassing for the family.
But the beautiful girl, instead of pushing the fat body that was standing in front of her, made Oon fall, again heard the increasingly heartbreaking harsh sentence ...
"Fuck everyone else's talk! You're mentally retarded, ugly, stupid! How can you do such a fun thing out there. Better, you go home and ask your mother for milk! Or you clean this room. Watch out if there is dust! I'll kick you out! There go, get a mop and a broom. Rather than you being your better husband, I made you a maid!"
Shania again shouted in front of Oon's face, who was still enduring the pain, then said ...
"If only my father didn't owe your family! If only your mother could secure those obscure debts! This marriage will not happen!! Why do you also trust that this mentally disabled person can improve my attitude!!?? I HATE YOU!!!"
Oon looked at Shania, a little hoyong due to the ashtray throw by his own wife. It was very desirable for him to tear the mouth of the girl who could say rudely to him. Because of hearing himself from Shania's mouth, the sentence became more and more painful.
Oon again held onto Shania's arm, which left her inside a room as spacious as that. The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the fragrance of perfume in the room, a little stinging smell as a man who did not like cigarettes from the first.
"Shan ..."
Shania kept going down the stairs, ignoring her husband's call ...
"Shan ... Don't leave, we're newly married, don't leave Oon alone here. Later if the same mother came home Oon want to answer what, Shan," his pursuit made Shania stop her steps, then turn towards the fat man and ugly according to his eyes.
Shania rejects Oon's body, and passes away leaving her residence, by speeding up the car at high speed.
Oon sitting on the floor of the stairs can only wipe the head that is still painful, with blood that still pours though a little dry.
I don't know ... The marriage that he thought would be happy as Ahmad said when fulfilling his promise to the Mother, made Oon can only resign.
"Mother ... Oon what to do? How could Shania say and treat Oon so rudely! Mother made Oon like this. Though Oon has been kind to Shania, Ma'am ... But why is he so mean to Oon!? Mom ...!!"
Oon lamented the passing of his wife who went nowhere. Even just wearing minimal clothes, and do not heed his advice as a husband.
"You'll regret Shania ..."
Shania's parents, desperate for the survival of Shania at the time, decided to owe a nominal value to the Oon family. Because of this, they made a pact to match Oon and Shania
Of course it becomes a new scourge for Mala, as the wife of Father Son of Oon who was a colossal film producer in his time
Shania cannot resist the father's decision, arguing that she does not want to disappoint her parents.
Oon walked with shaky steps, towards his room on the second floor, only to clean the wound and clean himself ...
His eyes were back in tears, imagining the events of today, extremely stifling chest. The debate that there is never a solution, the more brave Shania to hurt the heart and physical Oon.
Maid, yes that's how Shania treats an Oon who has done a lot of good. The man could only cry while treating the wound on his head by himself, and continued his work as a housewife.
Oon was busy cleaning the scattered glass flakes, changing room sheets, mopping the floor, collecting all the dirty clothes, and bringing it downstairs, to be washed using a washing machine.
As he was about to climb the stairs, again his eyes were only directed outwards, hoping that Shania would have a glimmer of hope, imagining his legal wife returning and apologizing to him, even though that would not have been possible.
"Shania, where are you? Don't ruin your life, just to chase after someone who doesn't necessarily love you as completely as Oon ... Come home Shan ..."
Oon can only stand alone on Shania's second-floor balcony. He was just enjoying the night alone, while gazing at the sky that was illuminated by starlight and the moon ...
However, Oon's two eyeballs rounded instantly. When you see a bright red sports car parked on the side of the road.
Oon looked with his eyes, kissed his wife with the man, and let the man who was only a lover carry his luxury vehicle ...
"Shania ... Who took my wife's car ...?"
Oon was angry, disappointed, even eager to chase the man down there, to tell him that he was Shania Junianatha's husband.