A Former Concubine-in-Law
Can't

Finally the long night was passed by two couples who slept in separate rooms and separate beds. Both digest their minds.

Draw a thought to the words of Alena and Hasna.

If Om loves Aunt Alena, let me go. I don't want to make Aunt Alena feel hurt.

Alena agreed, I'm sure Alena agreed because my main path is revenge so you never get someone else's love.

I don't need it at all, Om. Om knows for myself I love Mas Azzam, even if Om, I will not love Om.

Serkan held onto his chest that was throbbing pain. Hasna's words were like a dagger that pierced her straight through. To be honest all this time he never expected love from Hasna, but why would it hurt if Hasna would not love him.

Does he need Hasna's love? immediately Serkan moved from his bed. "No, Alena's love is enough for me. Anyway why should I think about it. Hasna's not my wish, yeah I'm just revenge."

In another bed.

Hasna hugged a photo of Azzam tightly over her chest that felt tight and sore. Even breathing was very painful, exhaling even as if pulling all the veins in his body.

"Mas, your Papa is so mean. Though I don't wish to be loved again, being loved by you is enough for me."

"I'm afraid Mas" he said.

"Please accompany me every step of the way, Mom. I want to go, but I don't know where to go? my mind does not want to be a coward. I want to go, but I don't want to be a coward."

"You've always taught me the meaning of courage, 'Don't go, but face it' I need you, Azzam."

Hasna closed both her eyes. Tired of crying, he fell asleep without a blanket wrapped around his body.

Crick

Hand over opening Hasna's room door slowly and treading carefully. His agitated heart could not sleep and finally decided to meet Hasna in the hope that Hasna had not slept and would accompany her.

"He's asleep" said Serkan slowly. Both of his eyes stared at the blanket covering Hasna's legs. A burly hand pulled the thin blanket over Hasna's stomach. Both of his eyes were fixed on an inverted figura.

Serkan carefully removed the figure from Hasna's hands. He stared at the figura with a photo of Azzam wearing a hoodie and wearing a hat. While both hands are tucked into the pocket of the blue hoodie.

"Azzam, man,"

"I can't love, Om."

He remembered Hasna's heart-wrenching words in his heart. It was as if he did not like Hasna when limiting himself. His heart moved to be angry.

"Can't I enter your heart?"

Leave her sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on Hasna. As if I was reluctant to look the other way.

"No, you must love Azzam." Heavy words seemed to crush his heart. "I cannot take your heart from Azzam."

Handing him a straight turn of his face, there was a disrespect in his heart, what kind of father would want to snatch a woman's heart from his son?

"I have to limit myself to Hasna. Yeah, I can't do it."

Leave it straight out of that bed. He went back to his room and tried to close his eyes. But unfortunately, both eyes can not be closed until Azan sounded at dawn. I heard the sound of the door next door.

Hasna stopped in front of the door of the room that was only covered in curtains. She stepped up, eager to wake her husband.

"Of,"

"Of,"

"Of,"

The sound of clapping his hands into the hands of Serkan could not make the two eyes of the man open. Hasna gave up, she looked at Serkan's body which looked dashing despite sleeping soundly.

He also enveloped Serkan's body which he took from the top of the nightstand, Serkan did not use it and just put it on the nightstand.

After enveloping her Husband's body, Hasna went straight to the bathroom taking ablution' to perform dawn prayers and read the Qur'an.

Hasna's melodious voice made Serkan want to move, his heart seemed calm and comfortable. For a long time he had not felt this kind of calmness of heart.

As if hypnotized, Draw him down from his bed. He approached Hasna's room, right in the doorway, while shortening and leaning against the side of the door.

"She's so pretty."