Mas Oon Is My Husband
Sudden marriage ...

The atmosphere of the apartment still feels very foreign to Shania. How not, he did not see the existence of the owner of the apartment at all.

While Husin had entered a room that was very tightly closed, and could not be seen by anyone.

"Who is the owner of this apartment ...? Why doesn't anyone want to say hello ... Do they not know who I am ...? Shania Junianatha, the famous artist whom they did not care about at all.." grumbled, as she stepped into the private room that had been available in the luxurious apartment.

The waiter turned towards Shania, smiling sumringah, while opening the wardrobe that had arranged all the new clothes and underwear that fit the size.

"Please Mba Shania ... All of this is already yours. Maybe Mas hmm eee will meet later, Mba .." he explained slowly.

The sudden sight made Shania even more amazed because she was treated like the favorite daughter of the apartment owner.

"Wowh ... It turns out that Bang Husin was right ... The owner of this apartment is very nice, and unpretentious. God, I hope he's the owner of a movie production house that can raise my good name someday .." His smile expands.

The waiter presented all the rooms in his room. Of course, having a very spacious bathroom also seems luxurious, so it provides comfort for Shania Junianatha.

"Please rest Mba ... If you need something, or want to have lunch, I'll drop off to, Mba," he explained very kindly.

Shania nodded in agreement, rushed her to escort the maid out of her private room, closed the door tightly, and locked it.

How not, it has been two days Shania does not smoke, and makes her want to smoke cigarettes as much as at home, making her rush to reach for the cigarette packs in her small bag.

"Aaagh shit! My cigarette ran out, where I might ask the waiter to buy me a cigarette, because I currently have no money ...!" her wrath squeezed strongly on her own hair due to the feeling of growing frustration.

Shania could only sigh deeply, lay down her body on the soft bed, and tried to close her eyes. Because it had been two days he had only fallen asleep in the examination room, without anyone noticing.

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In a different room, Oon was talking lightly with Husin as well as Beny. They only saw a few statements made by Rizal's wife ...

Beny told me all about Shania's personality that he got from the management of the arrogant girl's artist.

"It turns out your wife, is so arrogant! And the management wants to decide on their cooperation. I think there were some contract cancellations that Shania had to endure, because of her actions. What are you going to do right now, On?"

Oon only smiled faintly, massaging his temple slowly, only answering briefly ... "Bi-bi-let's go. It's better for Shania to be here, than to return to her home, and be my mother's moons! Because you asked me several times to divorce her."

Husin just nodded, but he could give the best solution for Oon, "Jalani first Mas. After all, you've brought Shania back in a different state. If he's unconscious too, maybe we'll teach him a lesson. But his arrogance was very different to other artists. I don't know ... May Shania be able to accept her current destiny."

They simply continued the conversation around Shania, without discussing Oon's sudden marriage again.

A really sudden marriage, leaves Oon hurt by Shania, due to the girl's refusal to accept the bloated man.

Again Beny asked Oon who was sitting in front of him, "What do you expect from such a woman? What if she's not holy anymore, and she's pregnant with the boy, On?"

Oon leaned his body against the sofa, gently rubbing the face away from the word handsome, only able to smile softly, imagining if it really happened ...

"No-no-no ... I'm sure Shania isn't that senista. Because hmm I don't know ... I can only accept fate if it happens. I'm sure you'll insult my wife all out. Because you know for yourself how my mother is, right?"

Beny nodded in confirming. He understands very well how Mala, if it is angry at the attitude of others if they do not respect their children and families.

The closeness of Beny and Oon could be said to be quite long. Since Putra died in a tragic accident, she has never left the man alone, pioneering a production house that people thought would not be able to continue the journey of Putra as a film production house owner, as well as producing colossal films at that time.

Slowly Oon took over all his father's relics, although very heavy, but he could live with full struggle until finally Ahmad Cirendeu family came their residence to propose Oon as a son-in-law.

Just as a friend to keep his promise a few years ago, and make Oon answer 'yes' at that time.

Rejection after Ijab kabul is very clear in the mind of Oon at that time, and back to the memory of the sudden marriage between the two of them ...

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Shania Junianatha bint Ahmad Cirendeu with the dowry, cash ...!"

"Well ... Valid ... Valid ...!"

Penghulu rubbed his chest, in front of Ahmad and Widya in the magnificent mansion of the happy family.

A warm hug from Penghulu, received by the bloated man wearing a black suit, wearing a slightly angled peci on his head.

The man looked foolish before his new in-laws could only ask ...

"Mom, where's Oon's wife?"

Widya called the maid, to call their beloved daughter in the room on the second floor.

"Prophey son-in-law, soon Shania will come down ..."

Widya gently rubbed the new daughter-in-law's arm with a happy feeling.

Oon sat down next to Mala. The face of the pottery, buttons like clothes will be released due to the smallness of his body, until his navel is clearly visible when sitting on the living room sofa.

The invited guests were just busy with their smart phones, while Oon was busy asking the little girl he used to help and never again met after them .

"Mom, the first night was like how did yah ...?"

Oon turned to Mala, as he had never had a more intense relationship with women.

Mala shook her head, "Yet you used to be with your wife, acquaintances, do not think of the first night, the important thing is your wife has become a famous artist, you have to treat her well. Youunderstand?"

Oon nodded in understanding, his geeky face wailing waiting for the presence of his beloved wife.

Ten minutes passed, Shania came down from the second floor, wrapped in beautiful kebaya, natural makeup, even very graceful and beautiful. The gloomy face was clearly visible due to his long debate with Ahmad some time ago.

Oon stared at Shania, down the stairs, with his mouth open. Cold sweat came out seeing his wife's beauty was stunning. The heart pounded, making Oon like getting a durian crumbling, having married a king's daughter.

Many times he rubbed his stye face, rubbed his chest, even difficult to swallow his own saliva.

Shania stared at the invited guests, looking for the husband figure, which Ahmad promised her.

His eyes were fixed on the figure of the young man wearing a black suit, using a bluetooth headset on his ears.

"Aaagh, thank goodness ... At least Papa didn't give me a bad match," his feet stepped closer to Ahmad and Widya, to lead him to meet the new husband's choice of family.