Mas Oon Is My Husband
Divorce ...

Rushing Oon stepped towards the bottom floor, he did not hear anyone inside such a large house. The atmosphere was quiet, even only the sound of crickets to geckos, which was familiar to Oon's ears.

Oon opened the main door wide, making him face to face with Shani ...

"Where are you from Shania? Why did the man bring your vehicle? Isn't he a stranger?" urge Oon with all sorts of questions as the girl is about to step into the house.

By reflex, Shania, who had been disgusted by the man in front of her since this morning, pushed Oon's body, so as not to block his entrance.

"Surge!"

Oon's body shook, again blocking Shania's steps, so that the girl would answer her questions. 

"My jaw! Why did the man bring your car? Isn't ..."

PLAQUE ...!

Oon's words immediately stopped because he got a hard slap right on the right cheek, making his ears buzz and even making his body shake again.

The wound that was still wet, must now receive this kind of harsh treatment again ...

Shania stared into Oon's eyes, "Connect me! Because I don't want to be your wife! I'm tired of this!"

Oon, who still felt his gaze still twitching, again had to hear the word divorce from Shania's lips, making him rush to beg the woman ...

"Don't do this to Oon, Shania! Oon love you. If indeed you are happy with the man, Oon willingly in honey. Just don't say the word divorce .." she cried with her head down.

Whether what demon possessed Shania's head this time, she was completely powerless to stem her anger, she grew even more upset if Oon said he wouldn't divorce her.

Quickly his hand grabbed Oon's hair, squeezing it very tightly, making the man's head look up ...

Shania leaned her face closer to looking fixedly at Oon ...,

"Sound a stupid man! Until the apocalypse, I will never repay you, not even fall for you stupid man! Marrying you was a disaster for me and my career! Fucking man ...!" shania growled, then swayed the hand that squeezed Oon's head, making the man completely fall so much that his head touched the stairs in the guest room.

The stairs that had three stairs, as a link between the living room and the family room, again incised a wound on Oon's forehead, making the man's head again bleed.

Shania did not care about her attitude, she chose to leave Oon, towards her room.

Oon who was still touching part of his head, slightly staggered, could only shout loudly, "Oon won't divorce you, Shan! Until anytime! Until you tell the media, Oon is your husband! Not that guy!" his screams echoed throughout the room.

Bi Narsih, who heard Oon's screams, immediately approached the man to help him.

With all his might, Bi Narsih carried the limped Oon towards the kitchen, gave him a glass of water, then treated the wound deep enough.

"Hold on Mas Oon, this must have hurt ..."

Oon did not reply, this time he just wanted to listen to Shania's confession to the people out there, that Oon was the legitimate husband of the famous artist, Shania Junianatha.

After getting enough attention from Bi Narsih, Oon again heard Shania's voice talking over the phone ...

[I've done it baby ... What you asked for ..]

KELP ...!

Oon took the phone from Shania's hand, removing the earphone from the woman's ear ...

Then look at the screen of Shania's mobile phone that is still on ...

With a stern tone, Oon loudly yelled at the man who was across the street ...

[Never bother my wife, because Shania Junianatha was Oon's wife, Oon Syahputra's wife]

Shania, who did not accept Oon's statement to her lover, slapped the man in the face again ...

Upon hearing the rebuke from Shania, Oon retreated slowly. This time he could do nothing more. His pride as a man has been trampled, even very painful.

Oon took a deep breath, he lost, only able to hold on to the opening ...

Oon leaves Shania's room, choosing to sit in the guest room, only to wait for the rooster to crow. 

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When the atmosphere of the house looks quiet, Oon heard the faint voice of Mala shouting loudly barged in, without wanting to say hello, morning, afternoon, or afternoon.

The middle-aged woman's body was looking for the existence of Shania, or Widya with her right hand tightly grasping one of the mass media.

"Widya Mana!"

Mala's voice was heard again to the surprise of Oon who was still asleep on the living room couch ...

"Hmm, Ny-nyo-mrs is still in the shop, ma'am," respectfully the housekeeper who ran to see Mala in the guest room.

Mala threw a magazine that wrote on the front page that her son was mentally retarded.

The housekeeper just fell down in front of Mala who was emotionally ignited.

"Shania where!"

Again Widya's voice was getting louder in the echoing living room.

Instantly Mala turned her head to the left, watching her own son still blinked and rubbed his face.

"city ... You sleep here?! How rude of them to treat you! Plus his management stated that Mother's favorite son is 'mentally retarded'!"

Mala powerless to stem his anger, he really growled at the residence of Ahmad Cirendeu. 

Which mother will not be disappointed, if faced with the news that is very insulting to the son, and watched his son sleep on the sofa, not in accordance with the happiness promised by Ahmad.  

Oon approached the 52-year-old mother. He asked the housekeeper to leave them in the living room, "Already Mba ... Let Oon calm you down!" he said softly too.

Mala crossed her arms in the chest. His heart grew even more painful, when he saw his son who still seemed calm, when he met him.

"Oon, you've read not news in the media, on television, even in online media that states you are mentally retarded hmm?!"

Mala could not hold back anymore, because she knew very well how her favorite son was in dealing with a problem.

Oon gently rubbed his mother's back, bringing Mala to sit on the sofa, so as not to explode as the beginning arrived.

"We're talking quietly, ma'am. Ta-ta-tadi Oon had already discussed with Shania, but Oon's wife was still shooting. So it's been gone since morning ..."

Hearing her son's words, Mala's emotions grew louder. His head felt throbbing, even wanting to bring his son out of the residence Ahmad Cirendeu.

"What's? Go shooting? Shooting what, On! You were told to sleep on the couch, he wandered! Just two days married, keeps him from leaving you? Does she not know who her husband is? He treats his husband like this! I don't want to know, you have to go home! You can't hear the news out there! The media reported it like that! What do you consider? They asked for you, On! Those who come to our house. Now I want you to divorce that Shania Junianatha! I don't want to have a daughter-in-law like her!" obviously at length.

Oon fell silent, his ears felt hot when he hit the words that are very heartbreaking. Even her mother easily said divorce.

"Bus ... Oon just got married! Please do not interfere in our household affairs! Please, Mom ..."

Mala was amazed to hear the statement of the son, who was heard defending the girl who did not face him, even insulted Oon who was a successful businessman at a young age, even behind the scenes.

"Ooogh, so you're more defensive of your wife than Mom? Is this the child's reply to his parents?" his hardship made Oon bow.

"Ti-ti-no Ma'am ..."