Mas Oon Is My Husband
You know what Oon means, don't you?

Ahmad smiled, gently rubbed the back of his beloved daughter, looking towards Oon and Mala who had been standing behind them, only a few meters away.

The two turned around, smiling kindly, introducing their beautiful daughter to the family who had been friends since long ago.

"Sir Oon, meet Shania Junianatha, our two beloved daughters, who is already your legal wife."

When Shania's eyes widened, how not, she was married to a bloated, ugly, though black man, making Shania stare with disdain.

"Haah? Is Pa, is he my husband? This isn't wrong? Is there not a handsome guy out there who wants to marry me? Why give me a man like this! Even he deserves to be a servant!?"

Shania really doesn't accept being married to a guy like Oon.

Ahmad held back his anger, looking closely at the eyes of the beloved princess, "Can you speak politely? Mala was our family friend, and he was a good boy, even polite!" jemari Ahmad squeezed her daughter's arm hard.

Shania removed her arm from Ahmad's grasp, again challenging Ahmad and Widya, even in the presence of some of their close relatives.

"Eeeh stupid man, don't expect you to get me, even I'll never let you near me. You lack money? Less rich? Less ngartis like me huh!"

Shania stared with anger and hatred at the man who had become her husband.    

Widya held her daughter ... "Shania stop ...! You know who he is? She's Oon Syahputra heir to the Family of the Late Son, and this is Mala, your mother-in-law. Be polite to your new family."

Mala smiled softly, "If it wasn't for you who are in debt, maybe I wouldn't want to marry my beloved son to a girl who doesn't have ethics like you!" point it at Shania's face.

Shania stared angrily at all the relatives present, her emotions growing more and more, even wanting her to claw at the bloated man before her.

"What kind of marriage is this? No Korean or Japanese artist can be my husband hmm!"

Shania turned around, ran up the stairs, died relatives who were busy recording all the events to be made into money coffers if the news of Shania married a man who did not have a future.

Oon fell silent, seeing his wife leave him with a sad face, saying ...

"Mom, Oon was talking to Shania .." Her beautiful face looked very depressed.

Ahmad took a deep breath, asking one of the bodyguards to deliver his new son-in-law to their beloved daughter's room.

Widya repeatedly apologized to Mala who has now become besan, for their daughter's words.

"I'm sorry Jeng, Shania is very tired these days. Understandably, shooting a new film, and it will air next month .." he gently rubbed Mala's back.

Mala nodded in understanding, "If it wasn't your family, I would have brought my son back. You know me, right, Widya?"

Widya smiled faintly, she invited close relatives, to enjoy all the dishes, regardless of the iron talk, because for her to marry Shania to Oon, the debt that had been a burden of the mind paid off already.

Meanwhile, Oon, already in front of Shania's room, with trembling legs, sweaty wet hands, took pains to knock on the door of Shania's room which was officially his wife.

"Bang, how about Shania throw me with a bottle? I'm scared ..."

Oon stared at the bodyguard, making a soft voice, with his right hand about to knock on the room door.

As the door opened wide, Oon turned around, taking cover behind a bodyguard looking for his wife.

"What if my wife mutilates my body, Bang? It could die young of me before I met the woman I had admired since childhood, "the anxiety of Oon, made the bodyguard he was taking refuge in just a faint smile.

"The door to this room has a sensor, Mas, just go in. I'm waiting here, "The guards let Oon into Shania's room.

Slowly Oon stepped foot, entering the luxurious room of the beloved daughter of Ahmad and Wanda, looking for the whereabouts of his beloved wife.

The door closed tightly by itself, making Oon jump in shock at the sound of the door that was quite shocking to his heart.

Oon, searching for Shania's whereabouts, turns out the girl is changing clothes in a very large room.

Both pairs of their eyes met each other, the two hands of the girl covered her body with the shirt she was about to wear.

Shania throws Oon with all the tools in front of her.

"Aaagh go you ... Go!!!"

Shania screamed loudly, but no one would hear her, because the pretty girl's room was very soundproof.

Shania threw the glass nearby, saying ...

"You're not my husband, you're not my husband, I don't want to be your wife!" shania shouted in frustration.

Since then Oon's life has become even more tragic. In addition to the domestic violence that Shania committed, with the news that was very painful for young men like Oon, made her increasingly reluctant to meet and talk to the girl who is now in her apartment.

His second thought, in a different room turned out to have something in common ...

"Why is life never fair? What was the fault of both our parents? So to be in a difficult situation like this ..."

Beny, who had left Oon's apartment earlier, made the man feel a little hungry, because he had not been getting dinner. He saw a ticking clock, showing at 23:00 Jakarta time.

"Agh ... It turned out that I fell asleep on the sofa during the relics of Beny and Husin .." he muttered inwardly.

Sure enough, Oon went out of his study, turned to the closed room of Shania, stepped into the kitchen on the left side of Oon's private room.

However, how surprised he was when his eyes collided with Shania who was enjoying dinner this late.

Oon approached Shania, who seemed confused, even as a guest he dared to yell at the man who had become her husband.

"Well, are you here? What are you doing in their apartment? Don't tell me you work part-time at this family house of stupid men! Shameless, even you deserve to be a servant here, so that you can support me as a wife!" he said, unknowingly heard by the two maids who rushed to prepare dinner for Oon.

Oon did not reply, he just silently endured all of Shania's insults, because he should have taught the lady no idea at the profit ...

However, the waiter pulled up the dishes and warmed up the side dishes, with trembling hands, occasionally glancing at Shania who was still crazily chewing her food.

As the waiter was about to prepare at the dinner table, Oon hinted for the two maids to leave him, and he could do everything himself.

Again the waiter refused, "Ta-ta-but Mas .." he said softly as he glanced towards Shania who did not care about Oon's presence.

"Go .." he said without a sound ...

Oon rounded his eyes at the waiter, smiled faintly, and prepared his own meal.

Seeing Oon not ignoring his words, Shania rebuked Oon in anger ...

"Hey a gentleman! You heard me say nothing, huh!?"

Oon placed the plate in his hand on the table, staring fixedly at the face of Shania who looked not yet bathed, because it looked very tangled ...

Slowly Oon simply replied, "Finish your meal! Do not let your beautiful face, look not charismatic, because of your behavior. I-I-I think you understand what Oon means, don't you ...?"