Mas Oon Is My Husband
Can buy cigarettes ...

Hearing Shania's question, Oon glared sharply, many times he assured that the family of the woman who had just given her whole life to the man who was husband, again asked to convince Shania's words just now ...

"Ma-ma-you mean? Did you find out about Oon's father's death, Shan? Didn't our families make friends and get to know each other long ago? Even you heard yourself from Mother, that Oon who has given up hmm eee ..."

Oon stopped his words, not wanting to talk about anything. All he did because since childhood he admired the figure of Shania Junianatha.

Shania shook her head, trying to decipher one by one what she knew when she heard the debate between her parents at the time.

"Hmm I don't know exactly, Mas ... But Mama and Papa were arguing that time, after your father's funeral. But I don't know, because I don't really know your family, and thought this marriage was just Papa's wits and Mama's only. To be honest until now, I want to know what exactly happened .." he said while commenting on the thin-lipped smile.

Oon fell silent, if he remembered the figure of the Son, who had promised to bring his favorite food at that time, but one tragic accident made him have to lose the figure of a father.

Slowly Oon grabbed Shania's body, pecked at his wife's naked back, saying ... "Don't think about anything right now. Oon's gonna figure out a way to do something if you keep coming here. Maybe we should dodge and move for a while to Bogor. There was a small house there. So we can start a life together, Shan ..."

Shania nodded. No choice, now he must follow all the wishes of Oon, in order to save the household both of them, without the intervention of parents.

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Sure enough, after the incident, two days later Oon brought Shania to live in a residence far from luxurious. The simple house that had two bedrooms, and was not the same as the man's apartment, making Shania a little complain of annoyance.

The one-story house, in a limited-unit residential area, which Oon bought some time ago from one of his teammates.

At first Oon bought the house just for investment, but after he visited the beautiful and comfortable looking housing, ignited his intentions. Choose to stay there with Shania, to be away from Mala and others.

Shania again whines to Oon, when she has to do anything without a maid, and starts working on everything herself.

Many times Shania let out a small scream when she turned on the gas stove when Oon asked for a cup of coffee.

"Mas, can't we just move to an apartment? If we stay here, it'll just trouble me! I'm not used to all this myself. Did Mas forget, I can't work heavy-duty," his mouthpiece while brewing the sasset coffee on the kitchen counter.

Oon breathed a heavy sigh, he approached Shania who was still standing in front of the stove, "You just take the scissors, enter this coffee into the glass, and brewed it with hot water dear .." he explained slowly, show how to brew coffee.

Shania was speechless, her face bent stiffly, implying that this time she really disliked Oon's attitude which led her to the small house.

A home away from the hustle and bustle of the city, provides different comforts for Oon but not for his wife.

Shania again complained to Oon, when she saw the bathroom outside the room. Just located in the middle of the side of the room, making the big man just massaged the chest.

For more than three days Oon was busy accompanying Shania in the little house, only to teach her to do anything herself.

Many times Oon can only hold back his anger, to teach Shania to be a good and responsible wife.

"Shan ... You go buy vegetables, Dad? Here's the money, Mas there's a little work to be done, "pinta Oon gently, while turning on the laptop and sitting cross-legged on the living room floor.

Shania rounded her eyes, saying, "A-a-a-what is it? I-I-I have to go buy some vegetables? We can go to the supermarket, Mom! Don't gini dong. If the neighbors see my face, how? Shame Mas. I'm so ashamed, cook Shania Junianatha has to shop with vegetable mamang! I was intentionally torturing me!?"

Shania stomped her feet, took a mask to cover her beautiful face, grumbling along the way, looking for the presence of a vegetable mamang who was standing right in the two houses to her left.

Shania glanced at her right hand, looking at the hundred thousand dollar bill as much as two sheets. Of course his mind is increasingly traveling to buy a pack of cigarettes, if finished buying some ingredients that will be cooked later.

Shania just buys eggs, soy sauce and tofu. He did not buy some other ingredients, because he did not know about all the kitchen work.

After paying for all her groceries, Shania set foot towards the stall that was in front of the simple residential entrance gate. Of course while messiahati around, just in case of all the paparazzi that will follow in his footsteps all this time.

After getting what Shania wanted, she passed away leaving the grocery store.

Shania does not want to be known to live in a small house, although fulfilled, but far from the word luxury and glamour. All inversely proportional from the apartment and residence of his parents.

When Shania was about to turn her body back, accidentally her eyes were on a man she knew very well was using a motor matic wrapped in an online motorcycle jacket.

"Riz ..."

Shania lowered her head, so as not to be seen by the man who had trapped her some time ago, immediately her steps were stirred, so that she unwittingly hit the body of a man who worried about her as a wife.

BHUG ...!

Shania raised her head, looking into Oon's eyes who smiled broadly at him.

"Mas ... Hmm long yeah?" the question was a little nervous, and glanced at Rizal's motorbike, which was dropping passengers not far from where he stood.

Oon shook his head, embracing Shania's shoulders walked small towards their residence, while asking, "Mas is just worried about you. Buying already? You buy anything?"

Shania raised one hand, which was clutching one plastic bag, but did not show that she was buying oil, salt and other seasonings.

"You want to boil tofu or fry, Shan?"

"Fry dong Mas!"

"Where does the oil go?"

Shania was silent, her face was smiling again, and hurried to step inside the house first, unwilling to hear Oon's explanation that began to nag her like an employer to a maid ...

"I told you, Mom! We better go to the supermarket! Do not shop at a gini shop. I'm not ordinary!" regret growled loudly.

Oon showed me a pack of cigarettes, which he got from inside the plastic bag ...

"I-i-this what? Why buy cigarettes, but can't buy oil?"