Mas Oon Is My Husband
Take my son's heart

As Shania had in mind, she did not want to argue in the morning, even though she really missed her husband.

For some reason, every time she met her husband, Mala's mother-in-law's face flashed through her mind. There was a feeling of compassion for Shania, but she could do nothing. This time it was that way that made her comfortable to personally take revenge against Mala.

What kind of revenge is that? Certainly, in Oon's mind as an ordinary man was a little surprised at the wife's revengeful intentions.

Yes, the submissive nature of Shania has a vengeance in her heart to avenge Mala's actions through Oon. He was thinking, how to instigate the husband, so as not to ask them to divorce again and finally hurt Shania like some time ago.

Shania tries to get up from the top of her husband's body, then smiles thinly, and helps Oon to sit on the kitchen floor of their small house.

"What the hell is that?" regret it with a wrinkled face and both eyebrows fused together.

Oon shook his head, showing a small box of jewelry containing a gold bracelet bearing Shania's name.

"Nih .. kemaren Mas order at the subscription store. You wear it, dad?"

Shania shook her head in doubt, but she accepted the husband's gift by giving her wrist to be pinned immediately.

"Mrsky dong. What if a husband gave the same wife jewelry, must I wear it myself," his little grinning laughter immediately sat on Oon's lap without warning.

Oon, who was unable to resist the desire as a husband, immediately opened the lips of Shania in front of him, after pinning the delicate bracelet on the left side of the wife's auction.

Of course such an attack, made Shania's heart pump a little faster, as it was tempted by the scents that burst in her nose.

"Mashh ..." Shania's smooth hands clenched tightly to her husband's body, but again their smell was disturbed.

"Mas," Shania looked back, looking at the teflon with omlet, emitting a thick, terrible smoke.

As fast as lightning, Oon lowered his wife from his lap, to turn off the stove that turned out to be still on.

"Why don't you love to know if you're cooking, Shan! What if we both forget. Where in the house there is no poison fire. Get ready, you go with me. Today want to sign the deed of sale and purchase," he regretted immediately passed to the room, because he was reluctant to argue again.

Shania who was still tightly grasping the spatula, felt guilty for her carelessness. "Ta-ta-but it's not my fault entirely dong, Mas. Whatever the reason, we can't stay quiet like this for too long ..."

Rushing Shania placed the spatula on the stove table, then galloped after the husband who looked upset, to continue their delayed play just now.

"Mashh .. sorry ..." his whine came back to reveal those sexy thick lips without excuse.

Oon who misses Shania's touch so much, doesn't say much. The two really miss each other and need each other right now.

Over two hours they spent together in the messy room, making Oon intend to take Shania with him to meet the woman who contacted him last night.

Shania had been getting ready, with her face looking even more radiant, with the beautiful bracelet that her pride was attached to that smooth hand.

Not much to refuse, Oon nodded his head in agreement. He smiled faintly at Shania's face from the mirror reflection, but the slight scar on the temple as well as the crooked nose, disturbed his view as a normal man.

Sure enough, Oon muttered inwardly, "Shania doesn't want to go out of the house, because her face is completely damaged by Mother's actions ..."

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Meanwhile, in the corner of the metropolitan city, a middle-aged woman who does special care like other women.

Not to be outdone, like a beautiful well-groomed woman, Mala does some treatment to reject the skin that looks sagging, not as tight as before.

Naturally, the age has entered the head of six, of course she wants to find her own pleasure to do whatever she wants because her late husband's property is still a lot, and will not run out just like that.

Oon's responsibilities as a husband who always gave his duty, made Mala bigger and more confident that someday his son would be separated from Shania Junianatha.

"Well ... very early in the morning Mother was already at our place," the receptionist teased when she saw the presence of Mala, visited the famous beauty house.

The haughty face of a Mala, smiling faintly, looking through the list of books, was, while thinking about what treatment he should do to attract the attention of one of the film productions that now interfere with his feelings as an elderly widow.

Mala's index finger is fixed on the beauty treatment he will do and takes approximately nine hours of treatment. "This is it ..."

"Okay, ma'am, is there more?"

Mala shook her head, sat back in the chair.

Seeing the treatment that became Mala's choice, the young girl widened her smile, entering Mala data that would be handled by a very skilled beauty house officer.

Jemari Mala looks at the profile status of her beloved son, who shows the affection of a husband while kissing Shania's cheek in the car, making her anger explode again.

"Sial .. it turns out they're still together. Quickly, Oon won't see me. Apparently being instigated by this selfless child? Basic jallang does not know himself, how dare he show my son's gift ..." he growled.

Mala absolutely did not accept Oon's treatment of Shania, even though they were still legal as husband and wife. The goal is only one, separating Shania and Oon because they do not want to have a daughter-in-law who has slept with another man, because it has already tarnished the good name of his family.

Before long Mala growled with annoyance, because the status of whatsApp the son, a servant who would handle the treatment of the middle-aged woman approached him.

"Let's Miss Mala, we're in a special room. Later the specialist who will handle the mother," he explained while giving a package of change cloth to do the treatment.

Mala stomped her feet, moved from the seat following the girl's steps, to enter the special room of the treatment place.

In Mala's mind still raging, this time she had to do something before it was all too late. He has successfully injured Shania's face, also aborting the contents of his daughter-in-law and even marrying Oon to Soraya but failed, now he must find a way to separate Oon and Shania in other ways.

"Don't you think you'd be able to win my son's heart, jallang woman. You'll regret your whole life, having continued your marriage. Whatever I have to do, because I don't want to have grandchildren of Ahmad's descendants ...!"