A Former Concubine-in-Law
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Somewhere else.

A woman was crying in the arms of her best friend, she was sobbing because her husband did not contact her, instead letting her go and not looking for her.

"Already Len, Serkan must be looking for you."

"But what evidence? he's not looking for me. All this time I was always silent when Azzam said cold, sniffy and did not consider me. "

The woman who was greeted by Anita also continued to stroke the back of her best friend. "I don't take it, did you leave it to Hasna's house?"

He remembered Hasna, the woman who had been Azzam's lover. He clenched both his hands. "If that happens, I won't let it go."

Anita let go of her embrace. He knows who Hasna is, but there is a possibility that a man with a woman for a long time, can appear the seeds of love.

"You'd better apologize to Serkan. Make Serkan comfortable on you, lest Hasna snatch Serkan from you." Anita.

Alena bit her lower lip, her heart anxious and afraid. Anita's words must not happen, she will not let go of Hasna.

"I want you to accompany me to meet Hasna, but we have to go home first to find her address, if I ask Andreas, Serkan will know."

***

Finally, the breakfast was served and arranged neatly. Even though the taste is just fine, sauteed long beans, eggplant, fried chicken, Chicken crispi, sambal terasi and lalapan cassava leaves.

Hasna deftly picked up the eggplok, fried chicken thighs and long bean sprinkles. "Om Se wants this?" Hasna pointed at the sambal in front of her.

Serkan shook his head quickly. "I don't, it's padas."

Hasna put the Serkan plate in front of her, then switched to Andreas.

"I want fried chicken and pasted sambal" Adreas said as he stuck out the plate to Hasna.

Both eyes Serkan glared, could-can a wife Serkan be his assistant.

"This," said Hasna.

Handing back was not made to believe because Hasna served Andreas just like that and it was done.

As for Hasna, she chose lalapan and sambal terasi. He plucked the young cassava leaves from the backyard.

Serkan looked at Hasna who ate with his hands, while he and Andreas used a spoon. It was so good to see Hasna eating with her hands, whereas she, the history of eating with her hands was not there, usually in the morning breakfast bread a glass of milk, but not at Hasna's house. In the morning, he ate rice.

Om Se, eating bread alone is not full. So at home Hasna breakfast rice loh Om Se.

"No, it must be spicy" Serkan said. He wanted to eat like Hasna.

Hasna smiled, she immediately stuck out her hand with a lump of rice from her hand. "Eat Om Se, it's delicious."

Handed open his mouth, for the first time he was bribed by the hand of someone and from his second wife.

While Andreas, gulped the food in his mouth without being smooth. Of course, it made him very shocked again. A Serkan taking bribes from others? has his heart turned?

"Nake?" ask Hasna.

Serkan assented, the mouthful of Hasna though spicy and there was a slight bitter taste. Serkan liked it.

"You again?" ask Hasna.

Serkan nodded, he was so happy to be noticed by Hasna. Thousands of butterflies were flying in his stomach.

Hasna fed Serkan, until the food on her plate was toilet without waste.

"I want to add," said Serkan.

Andreas, he'd like to vomit. This was the second time he had seen the boss adding to his meal. He did not believe what he saw. But the facts say as they are before him. It was as if he was lost in the swallow of the earth.

Hasna again took the white rice that was in front of her, took the chili, fried chicken and the cassava leaf.

He returned to feed Serkan gently and made the man feel at home in Hasna's house, even his heart did not want to work. He wanted to spend a lot of time with Hasna. As for Hasna, she had not consciously done so. He simply obeyed what his heart wanted without feeling awkward.

Give him a sip of the food he chews. "Andreas, you go to the office. I want a holiday," Serkan said.

"What?" Andreas does not believe, someone who respects the time now even mintak holiday.

"But Boss, your work piles up. Plus a lot of files to sign."

Hasna felt sorry. "Why won't Om Se come in? it's not Om Se's crazy work." Hasna said honestly, even she once told Azzam that her father-in-law was a working monster.

"Hit ..." Leave me berberhem, he can't possibly say that he wants to be with Hasna.

If Om Se is here, how can I sell Inner Hasna.

"How about I make some provisions for Om Se?" bargain Hasna.