Mas Oon Is My Husband
Being a mistress

"News this morning's news headline ... Top artist Shania Junianatha has closed herself off from the media. Because it looks mid-lunch, face covered with masks, with ordinary home clothes without make-up and also far from the word luxury. Permirsa, it turns out, is true, Shania Junianatha eventually became the mistress of a film producer who used to be called Mas Oon. But until now, we haven't found where they are ..." 

"Next some photos of Shania wearing a mask as well as sunglasses, curled up on Oon's arm a week ago ..."

The latest news about Shania, angering the management of her artist, and Mala as her father-in-law. But it was very different from Ahmad, who smiled happily at the photos.

"Suckers! It turns out that stupid guy who hid Shania from us, without paying any harm to us! Basic artist matre, haughty, we must quickly report this to the authorities. He had to make up for our loss to the big screen production seven months ago. Shania, Shania, because of your behavior we suffered a large loss," Eric growled at Sita's manager Shania's manatan.

"Hmm just let it go, Mom. Maybe Shania wants to calm down. Don't be too excited to report, remember there is no win or lose at this time. Because we have to deal with Mas Beny, Shania's husband's assistant. Added their lawyer Bang Husin. We can't do anything if the lawyer has already acted. Moreover, Aunt Lala who demanded two billion only, only given 50 million. How much do you want to sue? They will give you nothing!" he stared at the face of Eric who was still standing in front of the television room.

Erik shook his head, patting the table, because he would have lost if he had dealt with the famous lawyer.

The fierce face turned towards Sita while asking, "So we have to how? Should we just shut up now? We are at a disadvantage of five billion, Sita, and this is not a small amount" he growled.

Sita let out a long sigh, massaged her temple, occasionally glancing at the television that was still preaching about Shania Junianatha.

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While at Ahmad's residence, again Mala insulted besan who had not done anything according to his wishes.

"What do you mean, Ahmad! Now look at the news on television! Suit Oon now, because I don't want to have a daughter-in-law who's been sleeping with some guy out there! You see, the news in the media!!" full of wrath.

Widya again could only gulp her saliva, rubbing the wet corner of her eyes because of Mala's words.

"Already jeng. Don't be like this anymore. Rice has become porridge. Let the children settle down first, they are married, we have no right to interfere. If it's money you'd expect from all this, I'd sell this house, and give you all my debt. Don't muddy the mood anymore, jeng. We are old, after all Oon is happy, even though he closed all access for us as his parents-in-law," he explained with teary eyes.

Mala nodded her head, heard Widya's words that would sell their house, and paid off all the debts they had borrowed some time ago.

"Good! Because of the money you borrowed, it has flowered to four billion. And I've been counting all my losses for seven years in my husband's house because of you, Ahmad!" his shout grew louder with eyes filled with anger.

Ahmad shook his head, quickly interrupting Mala's chant that had long blamed her, "Not Mala! I was in Son's car, but I didn't hurt him. It was a pure accident! I was driving, but Putra was not wearing a safety belt at the time, so it was slammed, because our car overturned!"

Mala laughed mockingly, glaring sharply against the eyes of Ahmad, who blushed in memory of the tragic accident ...

Ahmad spoke in his defense, "All I have explained during the trial. And I've been in jail for six months, what's all that less Mala? I didn't kill your husband! Why do you say, as if I were the cause of the death of the Son," he said in a trembling voice.

Widya just fell silent, gently rubbing her chest, holding back the anger that increasingly made her head boil.

"How is Pa. If we sell this house, where are we going? It's been more than seven months since we met Shania, while Oon has still closed the door of his heart to meet us. Yesterday the marriage of Oon and Soraya, now Mala again threatens we will drag you to prison. My mother is no longer strong here. Shania's sports car is still in Oon's apartment. I don't know Pa.." the cry was sobbing.

Ahmad only rubbed his face gently, he stared at the wide-open door, and could only give in to a very painful situation for a father like him.

How could they possibly have messed with a woman as haughty as Mala, who had never been in good manners since her daughter married Oon.

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But at Oon's small residence, Shania, who never turned on the television, was busy with her new activities, preparing breakfast for Oon as a wife, waiting for her husband who was preparing in the room, and she was waiting for him, and approached the wife.

"Mas, I managed to make omlets and toast. Yesterday's bad luck because you haven't messed with the burner we bought a week ago, today I made it, Mas! Thanks yeah .." hugged Oon's body, which was standing in front of him.

Oon smiled sumringah, gently rubbed his wife's head, brought her face closer to the plate on the dining table, "Hmm nice dong, you can already be a good wife for Mas. Oya, I'll be home a little late afternoon. We're going to Bandung, huh? There just happens to be an event there. So you're getting ready if Mas's telling you."

Shania nodded in agreement, "But the promise should keep telling me. Never don't answer my phone!" skink.

Oon nodded, "What will you cook in the afternoon? Don't do much well, just cook practical. If the ingredients are gone, we shop again. The important thing is that you can do it according to the recipe on the record. Oya, don't go out of the house. That's my message!"

Again Shania nodded obediently, she did not want to hear Oon's nagging, because all her wishes were always accompanied by the man. Make yourself think again to contradict the man who has become her husband.

The feeling of need for Oon, makes Shania able to accept the fact that she has married a man who is not handsome.

"Sometimes God gives a partner, as we need, not as we want ..."

Shania kissed softly on Oon's lips first, saying ...

"Be careful Mas ... Don't be naughty."

Oon kissed Shania's forehead, like a happy couple, "Never fall asleep when you turn on the stove, yeah ..."

"Yes ..."