Mas Oon Is My Husband
He considers what my son is!

The cool atmosphere of the room bears witness that Shania and Oon will never part. His second love is increasingly felt when the roar of breath is both hunting to always pledge allegiance forever.

Oon's body collapsed instantly, turning towards Shania who seemed to be smiling happily after meeting her husband again.

"On love is with you. Thank you for still being willing to accept Oon, Shan," her soft kiss on Shania's sweat-clad face.

Shania smiled, "I also love Mas. Let's take a bath again, Mama and Papa will be home soon. Don't let them come home we're still naked like this" she laughed at the top of her husband's nose.

His second rush cleared himself with full of joking laughter and happiness.

At exactly 20:00 metropolitan time, Widya and Ahmad returned with a lot of food.

Of course, the one question the two of them had in mind was simply, "Whose motor is this? Why doesn't Shania tell us she needs a vehicle!"

Only that question was expressed by Ahmad to Widya, before entering their residence.

Rushing their housemaid brought all of Widya's groceries and called out to Shania.

"Shan .. We're home! Mama same Papa nyariin you, Shan. We also brought you your favorite sweet martabak" he said from behind the door, turning to the dining table.

Back the 30-year-old woman called Widya, because she saw some side dishes covered at the table.

"Mom, is Shania cooking at home? Where's tumben?" ask him to Widya.

Curious, Widya knocks on the door of her beloved daughter's room, to make sure that Shania is cooking her food. "Tumben the boy's cooking. Whose shoes are those?" He was still wondering in his heart when his eyes were fixed on the shoe rack not far from the living room.

Hearing the voice of the mother who banged on the door of her room earlier, rushed Shania to open the door of the room, wrapped in a negligee and hair wrapped in a towel.

Oath by anything, Widya gaped widely to see her daughter who immediately hugged her body tightly.

"Ma, Mas Oon's home. Oon is back for me!" he said with a trembling voice and a stifled cry.

Reaching Widya's eyes widened not expecting that Oon would be as straight as he was in front of her. His head shook hinting that the man standing behind his daughter was not Oon.

Because Oon who Widya knows, is a man who is fertile even far from the word skinny.

"I-i-this is really you, On? Son Son? Wh-why can you be like this? A-a-a-what happened!?" ask Widya astonished.

Widya did not expect that she would see Oon become a man far from being distraught. He looked thin and his eyes implied one profound sadness.

How could it be, a beloved boy who was always loved by Mala, now like wasted in poverty.

Widya only gulps her saliva many times, when she hears all the stories of Oon why she has never visited Shania either.

Thus, Widya could only smile with tears held in her eyes, saying, "Patience. It's testing. You will get abundant sustenance. You can start with one business. Don't get hung up on one fame and world of artistry. It's all fake, and it'll never last. You have to create one power to re-style the almost messy household. Forget Mala. It doesn't matter if you live here first either. You can use Papa's car, for a while. Or you want to stay in your house here also no problem. Later Mama, who will bear the cost of electricity and all the needs of your home. At least it's just a small matter" he said, making Shania smile.

Oon fell silent, his face instantly smiling only to see Shania curled up in Widya's arms.

It was very different from Ahmad when he saw Oon so out of the room, after he finished doing his ritual to clean up ...

Ahmad turned his head towards Oon, looking fixedly at the face of the man sitting before his wife, asking in a stern tone, "Oon? Since when did you come? Wh-why never tell us?"

Shania shook her head, standing up to the papa so as not to be seen introgating Oon who was under pressure, "Pa! I-i-iya, Mas Oon can only come today because there is a problem that he faced himself!"

Ahmad chuckled, mocking his beloved daughter, "Oh .. When he was almost dying, only realized that he was married!? What do you think my daughter is like? We have our pride! Mala's behavior is inexcusable. Now you come in trouble and ask back with my son! Three months, On! Three months you hung Shania without a rope!"

Oon turned his head towards Ahmad dismissing all thoughts of his male in-laws, "Ti-ti-no Pa! Oon was really hit. And don't know where to go. Ma-ma-pardon Oon, for not being able to tell Shania, Pa."

Again Ahmad sounded grievous, "Suell. When we calmed down enough, you came again! Keep going again, if your mother disturbs your household! Good divorce only! Than constantly like this! Shania is married to be happy, not to cry every day!"

Widya snapped loudly at Ahmad who had such petty thoughts, "Pa ... Oon's back for his wife, why are you so angry? He is the doom of destruction! Not wanting to part, it is not good to judge our daughter-in-law like that. Especially asking him to divorce Shania. Watch what you say, Pa!"

"Agh! Whatever! For sure I don't like it if he comes around as he is at the moment. When our son's life calms down, he comes. When our son wishes he had left! What kind of household is that? Try you to be a Papa like me, On!" his wrath left the family room to visit the room.

BRACK ...

For some reason, Ahmad could not accept the presence of Oon. Her heart was truly weeping lamenting the fate of her beloved daughter just because of Mala. The widow is not, the wife is not, left for three months without news, without a living, even though living in a region not so far away, between Bogor and Depok, he said, making him a papa for Shania does not take it for granted.

"He thought, with him coming in such a difficult situation I would take it for granted! He considers what my son is! It's up to you to accept that stupid kid or not! Just like its name Oon! You cannot make wise decisions as a husband and a responsible man. Fortunately there are no children, what if there are already children," he said increasingly becoming-so.

While in the family room, Shania can only resist her disappointment towards Ahmad's betrayal of Oon.

Widya prefers to calm Ahmad, because he does not want to put one more pressure on his daughter-in-law, "Mama chat first with Papa, yes. Don't think too much, because just got home. You guys just take a break!"

Slowly Shania approached Oon, gently rubbing her husband's back. "Don't get into the heart, Mom. The important thing is that right now, you're back for me. Tomorrow I'll talk to Papa. Maybe Papa's tired again, we go to the room again huh?"

Oon fell silent, his face completely reddened. The new feeling of happiness he felt with Shania, re-incorporating the wound, can only say quietly with the wife with teary eyes, "Im sorry Mas, Shan. Right said your Papa. He's not the man in charge."