Mas Oon Is My Husband
Oon has returned

After walking to a stall near Ahmad Cirendeu's house, Oon followed Shania's footsteps directly to the kitchen, carrying a plastic wrap containing fish and vegetables.

Oon smiled, as he saw that Shania was becoming more skilled at her duties as a good wife. He asked me softly, "Cock you're a cooking pinter baby?"

With Shania blushing face while pouring rice in the magic com pot, replied softly, "You taught me. How about that house in Bogor? And the house we bought three months ago, huh? That's not the same debt as the bank. There's still, right?"

Oon nodded, he took a sip of Shania's black coffee, "Still. The two houses are still there, because the auctioneers don't know Mas's cash assets." He put his body back on the dining chair to continue his story. "Mas thought all this time the bank debt, the mother who paid. Because as far as Mas knows, the production house has a father who has no debt. It turns out that mom is still extending that debt, and the amount is very stifling because plus interest."

Shania gulped down her own saliva, not expecting that Mala and Beny were the cause of Oon never telling her. If outlined one by one, her mother-in-law's fear that Shania would still be with Oon, only to fear that she would rule over her husband completely. It turns out that by still not believing, Oon is actually already poor and does not have enough money anymore after he showed the evidence in a backpack containing the certificate of their home.

"Where have you been all this time, Mas?"

"In Bogor, Shan. But thankfully I was still given health by God. So I can visit you here. Moving into our new home, I'm ashamed. Not having enough money to buy everything you need at home. What if we sell the house, Shan? Not bad, we can start a new business or maybe you have other plans?"

Hearing her husband's request, Shania fell silent. Instantly his brain returned to work quickly while doing his duty as a wife to prepare lunch for them both.

Slowly Shania turned to Oon, "I don't want to sell the house, Mas. The house has both of us. The one in Bogor on your behalf, the one near here on my behalf. So at least we don't fall really poor. We are now being tested economically. What if I go back to being an artist? We can get into management that needs a new artist, you become my manager. We can now search for any activity through social media. We could be YouTubers, tik-tokers, or whatever the kers-kers are," he laughed just to tempt Oon not to get too late in the poverty he had in mind.

Oon still rubbed the lips of the glass, thinking about the words of Shania, because this time his mind was very heavy since far from Shania.

How not, three months Oon fought an all-out war against Mala, and getting Beny had run away his money in large quantities, thus making him unable to pay the models, he said, also the bank debt that turned out not to be paid for six months, because the management gave everything to Beny.

Seeing the turmoil of Oon because his household was destroyed in a mess with Shania, making the man who became Oon's best friend perform his depraved actions to escape funds in numbers that are not kidding.

Oon came to see Mala for help, the middle-aged woman actually drove him away in a rude manner, not accepting her son's treatment is more defending Shania than returning to her mother's arms when in the beauty house.

It felt like Oon had ruined his entire life, even intending to end his life, just because he heard the mother's words, 'Feel, feel, I guess if you fall poor like this your wife will never accept you'. This sentence that continuously ringed in Oon's ear made him not dare to approach Shania.

Not waiting long, Shania served omelet, fried fish, plus clear vegetables pokcai mixed with tofu. He deftly added fried onions to the vegetables to make it more appetizing because the fragrant aroma of fragrant aroma burst into the nose of the husband and wife.

"Tara .. is done! So we wait for rice and eat. Wait, I took the soy sauce I made earlier. Because this fried fish opponent sambal soy sauce so there is a pedesnya, sweet is like, Mas kuh!'' his god at the top of Oon's nose while chuckling.

What Oon experienced, was already quite painful. I don't know what was wrong and his sin, so he continued to think hard to make his weight drop dramatically.

The distended body was flat, like a bulldozer to flatten the streets. There is no clean skin even though it is brown. Now the skin that looks tight, now a little slack because the mind is too hard.

When the magic com button sounds as a sign that the rice is ripe, Shania realizes from her daydream, that she must immediately serve food to Oon faster, by looking at the face of the husband still looks pale because it stifles hunger since this morning.

"Why don't you eat at the warteg anyway, Mas? Later pain just know the taste. Let alone kit-," Shania stopped her speech. Again he remembered the kindness of Oon who gave his kidneys to survive.

Instantly the tears that had been held back, now again felt warm, making Shania unable to stem her sadness because of the story of the husband along the way to the stall.

Shania quickly wiped her face, so as not to be seen by Oon that she was crying over the fate of their marriage which was far from happy words.

Again Shania developed her sweet smile to still give a positive response to the husband so as not to be inferior, when meeting him without giving enough money.

As Shania was about to sit on the dining chair, Oon immediately restrained his wife's arm, just to make sure that the beautiful woman received it with a chest of air.

Oon looked up at her face, still sitting on the dining chair, staring at the iris of Shania's eyes just to feel the vibe of love between them, "You-we don't mind, do you? If we start all over again?"

Shania's hand then gently rubbed her husband's back, answering Oon's question with a cool remark, "From the beginning I wanted to start all over. Now we eat first, keep you in the shower, we rest in the room. Later when Mama and Papa come home, we chat to find a solution. In the meantime, we can stay here first."

Oon shook his head in disagreement, "No Shan, how about we just move into our house."

Shania is well aware of how Oon's worries live in the house of in-laws. In poor conditions like this. But he, there is still a little trust in both his parents will treat the son-in-law very well.

Since Widya has always been a coolant for Shania when Oon still hasn't shown the top of his nose, "Calm Shan, then he will come to pick you up under any circumstances."

Now all Widya's words have become reality, so Shania will get a solution, from all the problems that exist today.

"Thank you Ma, thank you Pa, Mas Oon has returned to Shania ...!"