Mas Oon Is My Husband
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Days change, three months have passed, now two married men Oon and Shania choose to calm down in their parents' residence, respectively, after a long debate during the trip to their residence in Bogor.

Unexpectedly, for the sake of saving Shania from Mala's attack that never found a bright spot to reconcile. Oon takes Shania straight to her parents' house.

I don't know what caused Mala to hate her daughter-in-law so much that no apology was said from the middle-aged woman's lips for Shania.

Slowly Shania came out of her room, which was not as luxurious as it used to be. With a shaky step he headed to the kitchen to take small meals just as a booster stomach that increasingly looks slim and face is not as fresh as before.

Yes ... It has been almost three months also Oon never gave a living born and inner to Shania, but still a husband-wife.

During the separation from Oon, Shania actually never established meaningful communication, and vice versa, even though just asking the daily news of the wife.

Shania sat in the dining room chair, only to enjoy a piece of bread, which was still available at her parents' house because she was left running their business in the land of her brother.

Shania's tears just flowed, making her body tremble because she had assumed that she could not do anything to make herself happy, as well as her parents.

"Lord, why are you torturing me like this? Do I not deserve to be happy. Have a husband, never tell me again, so completely forget me as his wife for three months ..."

The white face looked flushed, because powerless to stem her disappointment towards Oon, making her even more convinced that her husband had hated her as well.

"Mas ... Where are you? Why don't you remember me. You know for yourself, I don't have any money to hold anymore ..."

Every day Shania lives alone on Widya's advice, so as not to get unpleasant deeds from Mala.

When Shania was still drifting in her mind, the sound of her house bell rang, disperse daydreams, sharpened her hearing again.

The bell rang out again, making Shania stand up from her seat, then stepped foot in shaky steps towards the living room door which was only a few meters away.

Shania's hand turned the lock of the living room door, then opened the door with little space, because she did not want to see a stranger directly break into the house of her parents.

However, Shania's view is surprised by the presence of a shabby-looking Oon, even far from the word fancy like three months ago.

Who would not be surprised at the extremely strange sight, made Shania's blood sigh unusually, as the disheveled-looking Oon immediately sprang into his arms.

"Mas!" Only that word can come out of Shania's lips, when the body hugs her very tightly, making the woman a little staggering because it cannot support her husband's body.

Oon's body shook violently as he cried in Shania's arms speechlessly.

Long enough his two stood in front of the door, making both eyes of Shania looking for the whereabouts of her husband's car, because she only saw one motor butut parked in the minimalist yard of her parents' house.

Once again Shania assured what she saw with Oon's presence before her at this time. He said slowly, "Mas ... Why are you?"

Oon really looks very ruined, even far from the word handsome is also luxurious. The body that used to be distended, bongsor-bodied, now looks thinner making the vision more pangling.

The scenery that now really makes Shania's hair goosebumps, because the clothes worn by Oon are far from good. I don't know, the woman looked confused because the husband had not said a word to her.

Shania swallowed her own saliva, she cupped Oon's face which can still be said to be clean, although actually overgrown with fine pimples on the forehead, but she can still forgive. "Talk to me, Mom. What was? Don't shut up like this, which confuses me, baby!"

"Ba-ba-good. Where have you been? Why just come now? What happened to you, so I don't know, Mom? You still think I'm a wife, right? Or are we really separated?"

"Can I sit down first, Shan? I'm tired."

Hearing such a speech, Shania immediately invited Oon to sit in the living room chair of her parents' residence, she swiftly rushed to the kitchen to take a cold drink that would be served to her beloved husband.

With gontai steps, Oon sat in the guest chair with his face bent, and he occasionally wet his lips that felt very dry.

Before long, Shania brought a tray of cold drinking water, and bread that was still in the house of Ahmad that day.

Shania presented Oon in front of him, carrying a small towel that he wet using warm water to clean the face of the husband who looked dusty.

So many questions in Shania's mind to Oon. But she could not shower her husband with all the questions that were already at the tip of her lips.

After soaking his throat without leaving the cold water a drop, Oon put the glass in his hand on the table, he received the bread given by Shania and devoured it.

Hungry, that was all Shania had in mind to answer Oon's current condition.

Slowly Oon turned his head towards Shania, accepting resignation as the soft hand rubbed the warm towel slowly on his face lovingly also implying longing.

The baritone's voice rang out, as Oon uttered a sentence that greatly shocked Shania's eardrum as a wife, "I'm broke, Shan. I don't know where to go. Because Mom threw me away, on the grounds that I suffered a huge loss. I was fooled by Beny. Now he's fleeing the country. I honestly don't know where to go right now. I was tricked by my best friend and mother, me!"

The sudden sentence that came out of Oon's lips, made Shania's chest feel even more tight. His middle hand rubbing Oon's face shook helplessly. His eyes were round, even his breath was roaring heavily.

If asked how the old Shania felt, when she heard her husband was bankrupt, maybe she would have kicked Oon out of her parents' home.

But the present Shania, it looks calm even though in her heart is screaming over the disaster that befell her beloved husband.

Shania tried to be a consolation for Oon, trying to distract the husband to ease the burden of thought that hit the big stone that hit the sturdy shoulder ...

Shania pointed outwards, smiling at Oon, "Who's the motor?"

Oon looked surprised, because he heard Shania's question that asked his vehicle, "Hmm, eee .. motor Mas," he was weak.

Shania chuckled, "Mas already eaten?"

Oon shook his head softly as he replied, "Not yet."

Shania flicked her fingers into the air, "How about we go shopping for vegetables, keep cooking. If Mas's stomach is full, we'll talk in the room, how?"

Oon let out a heavy sigh, "Ta-ta-but Oon's money is only 300 grand, Shan. Do you want to cook a lot?"

Shania smiled faintly, gently rubbing Oon's face which began to look calm, "We cooked a little for the two of us, to taste. Mama and Papa if you come home always night, even then just bring a small meal. So we can do just that, which is important now we go to the stall. Mas anterin I use the butut motorbike or walking is also not a problem. Already ...we enjoy this difficult time. The important thing is to tell from start to finish the same as me what happened!"

Oon followed in Shania's footsteps, who immediately pulled her hand muttering in a heart full of grief, "I'm sorry, Shan ..."