A Former Concubine-in-Law
Curhat Serkan's

"Om Se, that,"

Hasna waved in front of Serkan's face, and made the man aware from his shock.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Drawing Hasna's hand, she immediately closed the two doors, then locked them from the inside. He looked at Hasna from top to bottom, and sighed softly. The woman in front of him is indeed beautiful, not denied at a close look looks stunning and dazzling to the eye. "Why dress like this?" reset Serkan. If someone else sees it, then what?

"What's wrong Om,"

"You don't wear a hijab and come out like this, who do you want to flirt with?" ask Serkan like fathers who scold their children.

Hasna immediately held her hair. He hurried into his room and put on his hijab.

While Serkan shook his head slowly and chuckled thinly.

"Uh, why did I forget?" muttered Hasna grimaced. He was embarrassed to meet Serkan, but if he did not meet, there he did not respect the guest. Forced by putting a thick face he came out as if nothing happened, even though his heart jedar jedur.

"Sorry, um, emmm ..." Hasna seemed to think. "I make tea first, Om." Hasna hurried away.

Leave it quiet, he knows Hasna again embarrassed because the problem was seen from his face. "She's so cute" he murmured. He sat in one of the chairs by the window.

"Even if it's like this, but it's good here, adem."

Serkan looked around the house again, but unfortunately he did not see a photo of Azzam.

"Hasna, where's Azzam's photo?" ask Serkan while looking at Hasna. The woman put hot coffee in front of her, on the table.

Hasna sat down, holding the tray earlier. "I'll remember him Om." Hasna smile. "I can't live my days well, because I love her so much and feel lost."

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Hand held onto his throbbing chest. But he was focused on Hasna. Staring in his sad face from the side.

Hasna looked at Serkan and smiled. "Thank you, thank you for Om for giving birth to Serkan, taking care of him and taking good care of him. He, he's a good man."

Serkan turned, his heart was irritated as Hasna flattered her son.

"True, love will feel lost when our lover leaves. Love will long when we do not meet and Love will cry when our lovers are no longer together."

"O yes, what is it here? is Om not in anger Aunt Alena."

Leave it to remember the fight. "I had a fight with Alena" he said with a frustrated face. Now he doesn't know where his wife is.

"Why?"

Serkan told me everything and made Hasna understand. "Now Om doesn't know where he is?"

"No, my phone was left at home and I was in a hurry to find it."

"Om loves Alena very much,"

Hasna fell silent, whether she should smile or be sad. Actually a wife although not loved, but wanted to be appreciated, but not applicable to her.

"Tante Alena is lucky to be liked by Om," Hasna said.

"And you were lucky to be loved by my son" Serkan said quickly.

"But I'm not as lucky as Aunt Alena because fate separated us."

As Serkan was silent, he knew how it felt to lose someone, which was painful.

"Right, I'm afraid of losing Alena. I lost my first wife. I don't want to repeat it again."

Hasna's chest is like in a squeeze, whether she is jealous or not, but she is jealous because all this time there is only sadness to be beside Serkan, sad does not mean she loves.

"If Om was afraid of losing his aunt, why would Om hurt him by marrying me?" ask Hasna. Didn't Serkan's treatment hurt Alena very much. "By marrying me Om hurt Aunt Alena, even Om also ..." Hasna was silent, she closed her eyes for a moment. His heart is like being squeezed without leaving happiness, as if there is no more happiness that will come to him.

Serkan seemed to think, but he married Hasna with the aim of the woman did not get happiness.

"For me, loving others is hard. Even if Om doesn't marry me. Even for me to love Om is very difficult, and Azzam will surely be sad."

Handing her face away, she clenched her hands together. Strange, it hurts again.

"Om, you want to sleep here. I'll clean up the next room." Hasna said passed away.

Hasna closed the curtains as a cover for the room. He held his chest while sobbing. So sick, every time he saw Serkan he remembered Azzam, every Serkan his heart as a woman as if not appreciated.