A Former Concubine-in-Law
Caution Hasna

Hasna closed us her holy, then put it on the wall by buying some wood to form a box.

"Om Se," said Hasna. He folded the face in his hand, then approached Serkan who was still smiling.

"I'm sorry to bother you" said Serkan. He tried to control himself so as not to get caught red-handed.

"Is Om Se praying?"

Leave scratching his non-itchy nape. How could he answer? while he never did, his reading alone he had forgotten.

She turned and left Hasna, who frowned and shook her head, completely unaware of what her husband was thinking.

Hasna switched, she struggled in her kitchen, before cooking she made warm coffee.

"Why do you daydream Om Se?" ask Hasna. Handing her back, she stepped into the doorway, where Hasna was standing.

"Do you need anything?"

"No, I just called Andreas to pick up my clothes and briefcase at home and my phone left behind." Say Drag.

Hasna turned her body around, she stepped inside and waited for her husband to sit on a chair by the window, as usual.

"Why does Om Se have so many requests?" gerutu Hasna's. If he were to become his assistant, he would definitely resign.

"Why? paid her? it's her job anyway and you as a wife also have a duty to right?" ask Serkan. He sipped the black coffee. "Where do you know that I like bitter coffee?"

"From Mas Azzam." Hasna was honest, before they got married. Hasna always asked about the likes and dislikes of her two in-laws. "But Mas Azzam would rather tell Om Se than aunt."

Azzam again, Azzam again.

"It seems I don't need to explain what I don't like and what I like, apparently you learned a lot from Azzam."

"Of course, I cooked Om Se first,"

"Wait, why do you always call me Om Se?" ask Serkan. Usually Hasna would call a tampa frill 'Se'.

"Just take a special call, not Om Se's shit." Hasna twirled her neck. He continued his footsteps.

"Not bad," murmured Serkan while returning to sipping his coffee.

Hasna folded her arms up to the elbows, then washed some of the chicken she had cut, then dabbed them with the seasoning she had mashed.

Serkan sniffed the fragrant aroma, as soon as his stomach worms thrashed. He also approached Hasna.

"What are you frying?" ask Serkan curiously.

"Look Om Se,"

"Hem,"

Hand over her two hands. He saw Hasna who was poking another seasoning. Hasna went back and forth from seeing the chicken he fried, then stewed. Seeing that Hasna was busy, Serkan took over taking the spoon in the frying pan.

"Adduh," complained Serkan. He felt a touch of oil into his burly hands.

"What's wrong? is anyone sick?" ask Hasna. He panicked and immediately turned off the stove.

Serkan stroked his hand that was hit by a hot oil spray.

"For the oil," Shoot. Hasna understood, she stroked Serkan's arm while blowing her arm around. Serkan was stunned, he who was noticed like this made his heart warm. He was happy that Hasna was worried about him.

"Who did Om Se do here? it's best if Om Se just wait in the living room, sitting sweet does not need to interfere in the kitchen."

"I intend to help you, even angry." Say a copy that does not accept.

"But if it's like this, Hasna's worried right?" Hasna stared straight at both eyes Serkan and made Serkan's heart as if jumping to get out. He cut off his eye contact and switched to stroking his arm.

I hope he doesn't listen to my inner heart.

"Why hem? see Hasna like this?"

"Ah, it's okay, yes I helped again," said Serkan. He also turned on the stove.

"Later to do the spurt again Om Se, let Hasna be alone." Hasna could not have let it go, a Serkan fried chicken meat, the taste for the rich is very embarrassing.

"That's it, you go on with it" said Serkan.

Despite being exposed to oil splashes several times, and the cuss comes out. While Hasna laughed, she was amused to see her father-in-law who is good at typing and even frying chicken.

While someone is looking at the two who look like a family that loves each other.