A Former Concubine-in-Law
Gorgeous

Crick

"So you're here, I'm looking for you everywhere" said one woman who kept walking. She hugged her husband because she missed him so much.

"Stop,"

Serkan's stern voice stopped his advancing right leg, then retreated it. "Why baby?"

"Who told you to come in?"

Alena was confused, of course no one would forbid her from entering, as she was the mistress in this house.

"You forgot what Azzam said? you can't enter this room" cried Serkan. He turned to look at Alena.

"Why? I'm entitled to Bhi, too,"

"You're entitled, but you're violating my son's privacy."

"He's dead" Alena said. Why do you still care about people who have died?

"Stop Alena!"

Although Azzam died, but that does not mean his heart also died, he did not even dare to touch the photos of Azzam and Hasna.

"I deserve it because I'm his mother." Alena did not accept, her husband still spoiled Azzam, even though Azzam had made a mistake.

"But Azzam accepted you."

Alena clenched both her hands. Bring up the pain in his heart, the hatred of Azzam.

"If Azzam dislikes me and is still the same, you forbid me when he is my son too, your son is also my son Bhi, do I not deserve. If I don't deserve why don't you just divorce me."

Alena was crying, she was hurt by the words of her husband. Serkan who realized also felt guilty, even though Azzam did not accept Alena, but the woman remained gentle and loved Azzam.

"I don't deserve you, why don't you just give me back, Bhi?"

Alena immediately left, she opened the door of Azzam's room, then slammed it. He headed to his room, picked up a socket and came out with a roar of tears.

Serkan closed both his eyes. He realized what he was doing must have hurt Alena.

"****! I did what? I shouldn't have said that and let it go" Serkan said.

She runs to her room, calling Alena's name, but Alena's car has come out of her yard.

"Alena!" Leave the worry to his wife who came out in a state of anger. He caught up with his wife, but unfortunately, he lost track.

"Hooft, Argh!!! why can't I control my emotions? my words must have hurt Alena." Leave the phone in his pocket. He snarled again, his phone left inside the house.

"Where should I go now? I can't call Alena."

Finally Serkan just circled in the street, from the path one through to the other. She did not find Alena at all, until she went to Hasna's house in her mind.

He stopped his car right in front of the worn-out-looking iron fence. Lowering the windshield, watching the building in front of him. It was dark, there were only the headlights of the door and the surroundings of the house were still on. He looked around the street, but there was no one.

When he saw it was safe, he got out of his car and opened the gate Hasna was not in the key, maybe Hasna forgot to lock it. He continued to walk until he was right at Hasna's door.

Serkan wanted to knock on the door, but his hand stopped. He never thought about going back to Hasna's house again.

"Well! never mind." At least, he could calm down at Hasna's house.

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Serkan did not hear anything, not even the sound of footsteps from inside was there.

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"Hasna!" call Serkan. He kept on calling Hasna a few times while knocking on her.

"That" Hasna made herself from her lower realm. He kept hearing a very familiar voice.

"Om Se, that,"

Hasna rushed over, she hurriedly opened the door, then opened it.

While the man in front of him was stunned, even that breeze was able to master it. His heart was beating faster, as if it wanted to jump from his body. His two eyes seemed to be hypnotized to see the woman before him.

The greeting wind made the black hair untain carry away, as if the night wind was blown away. Even the moon looked smiling looking at his face.

"Om Se," said Hasna. He had not realized that he did not use the hijab only using a nightgown with a doraemon character and yellow.

"Beautiful," muttered Serkan.