A Former Concubine-in-Law
Hasna Charm?

"So now what do you want Hasna?" ask Eli. He felt sorry for his best friend. He was not sure if Hasna would be happy, given the story of Hasna, his father-in-law who strongly opposed their relationship.

But seeing Azzam's earnestness, he thought Hasna would be happy. But destiny says another, that once father-in-law must now be her husband.

"I don't know El, I'm just trying to live it. I don't think this is heavy or light, which I obviously just run."

Eli breathed out his breath violently. "What about your mother-in-law? what's she?"

"Come on, I'm confused El."

"If you look at my point of view, Mr. Serkan doesn't want you to be happy. Think about it" said Hasna. Today in his deepest heart, he cursed Serkan, the father-in-law of his best friend.

Hasna wiped away both of her tears, she tried to smile even though her heart was torn apart. "Just like before."

Eli added a name that he cursed in his heart. He does not end up thinking in the way of the rich, always consider the poor with squeaky eyes.

"I want to go to college, I want to save up" he said. Although late, but in demanding knowledge, there is no delay.

"I'm helping you save Has, sorry. You know myself, I have to support my mother and sister."

"I understand Eli, you must be focused on them" Hasna said. Even Eli is like himself, willing to work, but the difference is he works for himself.

"Yes, that's it. What do you plan on doing this time?"

"I was selling cookies and was going to open a small shop,"

"I agree Hasna. I've always supported you."

***

A breeze tickled the neck of a burly man. Both of his hands clasped the balcony divider while enjoying the cold night wind. He smiled thinly, even so thin that people would not notice him smiling.

He remembered this morning, the initial intention of going to the office. But having Andreas turn his car around and end up at his second wife's house. He remembered his only son.

Flasbacks

"Azzam, what are you carrying?" tanya Serkan, she put a cell phone in her pocket.

"Oh this, the provisions of Hasna Dad." The answer smiled widely.

Serkan laughed cynically. "You're sure it's food not poison? Az, you're a distinguished family, whether the chef in this house doesn't serve you well. Come on, don't eat cheap dishes like that" said Serkan grimacing. He shuddered in horror at the thought of the unhealthy food.

Azzam, the man patiently said that every food is healthy after washing it cleanly.

"Dad, Hasna's cooking is so good, I'm sure Daddy's tasting must be Daddy's hooked."

"I don't want to, poor people's cooking must be bad and not good for the body." Send it straight away. He was tired of educating Azzam who was disobedient to him, in a match with a rich, beautiful, kind, gentle person, but chose Hasna, a poor and dirty woman.

Serka picked up a cigarette next to him, on the table. He flanked a cigarette into his mouth, until a smoke came out of his mouth.

Once again he smoked the cigarette and the smoke came back out of his mouth. He stared towards the sky, the shadow of Hasna's face instantly came out and smiled.

He put the half-sucked cigarette, put it in a small ashtray, and rushed to Azzam's room.

Hand over opening the door to Azzam's room. The scent of his son's perfume instantly burst into his sense of smell. He continued to step up and arrived in front of the king-size bed. Her shadow when it woke Azzam and her son hugged a bolster pillow.

Azzam wakes up, what time you don't want to go to college.

Even after knowing Hasna, his son no longer woke up. He was serious in studying his knowledge, his ideals as a Doctor.

"Dad, am I going to study abroad with Hasna?"

"What's? why would you want to bring that woman? you want to embarrass Daddy? huh," she couldn't believe it.

He stared angrily at his eating son.

"I'm getting married to Hasna in the near future, it's my decision, Daddy or Aunt can't forbid." Azzam hurriedly left. Even the food is half*.

Serkan erased his almost spilled eyes, he loved Azzam more than himself. He swept back the room. There was no empty corner, all the walls filled with photos of Hasna and her son Azam, there was also a photo of Hasna who was alone with a smile.

'*Azzam, what are you doing? why so many photos of that cheap woman?'

'Dad, Hasna's a good woman, not the woman Daddy thinks she is'

Handing over no reception, he immediately threw a photo of Hasna on the floor and made Azzam ride apoplexy.

"What does Daddy want? huh! I've not meddled in Daddy's business, even Daddy married Aunt Alena I didn't interfere, Daddy even know I don't like Aunt Alena, but I resigned because I think of Daddy's happiness, and now Daddy's blocking my happiness."

Azzam took a photo of Hasna among the broken glass. "If Daddy loves me, Daddy should be happy to see me happy."

"Hasna loves your treasure, not yours."

"Subject Daddy*!"

Take a photo he once slammed onto the floor, a photo of Azzam and Hasna. The two looked harmonious, happy smiles adorning the faces of the two.

His hand touched Hasna's face. The girl was indeed beautiful, wearing a purple hijab and black robe with flowers motifs.

"You managed to ensnare my son, what exactly is your charm until it succeeded in making my son crazy about you."

Serkan honestly wanted to erase the traces of photos of Hasna and Azzam, but he thought back to Azzam.

If Daddy throws away all my photos and Hasna's, it means Daddy managed to hurt me.