Mas Oon Is My Husband
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Long enough Oon spent time in the notary's office for the purchase of their private home both in the Depok area, to be closer to both of Shania's parents, accompanied by the private secretary of the owner of the housing named Dinar.

"Thank you Mas. At least, because Mas helped me, hmm eee I didn't get fired. Understandably Mas, if it does not reach the sales target within three months, will be fired. Mas Oon, knowing yourself to find a job is very difficult. Plus my position is not a secretary anymore" he explained before Shania.

Oon nodded in understanding, at least this time they helped each other, in order to move away from the small house and away from the wife's parents.

"Together Dinar. The important thing is that your job position is safe. So you can breathe a sigh of relief" Oon explained, holding Shania's hand.

Shania, who disliked the kindness of her husband in front of the women, only smiled softly as Dinar extended a hand to her as a farewell greeting.

Not waiting long, the couple got into the car, after receiving the key to the unit of the house they bought in hard cash, complete with the interior.

The two-story house, which has three bedrooms and two bathrooms, makes them imagine each other will be happier if they have settled there.

Oon turned his head towards Shania, gently tasting the back of his smiling wife's hand, when separated from a career woman like Dinar.

Slowly Shania turned towards Oon, rolling her eyes, when she sat down with Dinar, who was still waving and then said softly, "Why use anyway give him tips everything. Two million is a lot. I don't like it!" it was unfortunate when their car glass was tightly closed.

Not wanting to argue, Oon turned his wife's mind to ask Shania, "Where else are we going? So, going to the salon? Ta-ta-but your nose bone surgery next month alone huh? We focus on your treatment only for treatment. How's it?"

Shania is forced to comply with Oon's wishes, because she has been lazy to spend time arguing since last night, "Some Mas, deh!"

Oon, who heard the 'whatever' talk from Shania's tiny lips, stopped his vehicle, squeezing the steering wheel, just to control his anger. He turned his gaze towards his wife, only to ask ...

"Why again, baby? Why are you still pouting like this. House as your request, Mas buyin! Your nose surgery and scars, Mas willing to take you to Singapore. But one-on-one, please baby. Do not make our mood so lost mess just because of our ego! I promise I'll get you to meet Mom, but not now. Mas still want to enjoy our marriage both, without any interference from anyone! Including our parents."

Suddenly, hearing the affirmation from Oon, Shania could only bend her face. He did not want to lose the man beside him at this moment. Although the face is not handsome like the ex-lover, the man is able to change his life for the better.

"Ta-ta-but, I'm jealous Mas! Too good for all women. What if they want to take Mas away from me. Just like Soraya did. Even you got married even though in reality you're divorced!" shania murmur, take out all the grunts that were in her heart.

This time Oon just fell silent, he was unable to speak, all he had ever done was Mala's request. She did not want to end her marriage to Shania Junianatha.

"Shan .. please! Never bring up the past. We are happy, even though we are still corn. I promise you'll stand up for you when you're dealing with Mom!"

Hearing the promise coming out of Oon's lips, Shania smiled faintly, "OK. I keep my promise, Mom!"

Oon nodded his head. Kissing the back of his hand came back, feeling that Shania was willing to forgive him.

Over two hours they spent together in one of the shopping malls, just for lunch, then intend to continue their day at one of the beauty treatment places to continue the treatment like a couple of hits today.

Oon's car is parked in one of the skin care centers that are used to being visited by top artists. He held his wife's hand with a sweet smile as a sign that he was the luckiest man on earth.

Although the face is not handsome, but able to marry a woman as beautiful as Shania just because it is established.

Of course the arrival of Shania, it is an honor for the receptionist because it has not met with arrogant women but always give tips to the workers who help him in giving advice for his skin.

"Hi Mba Shan's! How long have you not been here? Glass screens are also rarely shabby anymore, is there no more film, Mba?" greet the happy receptionist as soon as she welcomes the arrival of Shania.

Shania put her index finger on her thin lips, so as not to make a louder sound, and make a scene to other visitors, "Yes, again the same focus of the household. So busy taking care of Mas Oon," his laughter smirked a little.

The receptionist quickly closed her lips, gave the mask to Shania, and Oon so as not to be the center of attention for other visitors.

Shania brought her face closer, slightly asking the girl in front of her, "Again the rame?"

"Mba Frame. There are socialite mothers inside, but soon it's over. Already from this morning they are here, all arisan," he explained slowly.

Shania nodded in understanding, she pointed to the list of options as usual, for her both beloved husbands, certainly in the same room.

"Okay Mba. Please sit down, yes. The place is prepared first, it looks like it will be until tonight, Mba care," god again.

Shania just chuckled, pulling her husband's hand to sit on the sofa waiting room, waiting for a call.

For quite a while the two of them laughed, hugged each other, suddenly the group of socialite women of middle-aged mothers came out of the treatment room.

Mala's eyes are fixed on the beloved son, who turns out to be taking Shania with him.

Without thinking any longer, Mala approached Oon because he could not stem his anger, watching the beloved son was laughing happily, because he did not ignore that his Mother was in the same place.

"Ogh, so this woman deserves more attention, On! It turns out that you prefer your wife over Mom hmm!?"

Rejected Mala's rebuke, making Oon really jumped in shock, because he did not expect to meet the mother in a place like this.

"I-i-mom .. why is Mom here?" Oon tried to stand up, and removed his hand from his wife's shoulder.

Shania, who gets a bad look from Mala, tries to take cover behind Oon's back, but the fertile man pulls the wife's hand from her body.

A thin smile smirked slightly on Mala's lips, as a form of ridicule on Shania. "Hey, jallang! You will never get a defense from Oon, because my son is more obedient to me, than you!"

"I-i-mom .. What did you say?" oon said, not wanting to be troublemakers in public.

"Go home! Why did you come here to bring this jallang! let her be a widow herself. Let's know the taste!"

Mala pulls Oon's hand, leaving the treatment, without taking Shania.

"Mas! Mas Oon don't leave me!"