A Former Concubine-in-Law
Shadow Hasna

"Why should Auntie threaten me?" ask Hasna in formal language. Why should he be blamed? why not the one who made him suffer. "Aunty should take good care of Aunt's husband."

The two women glared, the woman who was thought to be silent, this time spoke up in a firm voice.

"Tante should be able to take care of Aunt's own husband, not my fault for marrying Serkan. But he himself wants revenge." Her impression again, her heart was tired of being blamed continuously.

Alena immediately took the orange juice in front of her, then poured it over Hasna's head.

Hasna smiled miris. But he still did not fight. He wiped the rest of the orange juice on his face, half of his upper clothes wet.

"Who do you think Hasna is? blame yourself for being the unlucky bearer, so Azzam died."

"Women like you should be self-conscious, a babu won't be a cinderella." Anita. His emotions were also ignited, who would want to be with the woman in front of him who looked ancient.

"But Cinderella, who became a servant, became Cinderella. Never denigrate a woman who is not equal to a rich woman, a rich man may turn away."

Alena stood up while crossing the table, and all the visitors immediately looked towards them.

"We just go Al, free to talk to a dumb woman like her." Anita.

"Remember, if I see you teasing Serkan, you'll know what the consequences are." Threaten Alena. She also went with Anita.

At another point, in a room. In front of him were some documents he had to sign. A man was stroking the traces of oil on his right arm. He smiled considering the kitchen drama he had gone through with a woman who is now his wife.

He seemed to think, considering the already black frying pan, he wanted to buy some kitchen furniture for Hasna in order to lighten it up even more.

"Andreas, you come to my room now" said Serkan.

Within seconds, a man in a black suit approached Serkan.

"Yes, sir,"

"I want you to buy good quality household furniture and send it to Hasna's house" Serkan said.

Andreas did not immediately agree or nod, instead he was again surprised by a Serkan who never paid attention to kitchen utensils. Now I have to step in my own hands.

"Master sure?"

"I don't like to repeat my words twice, do I?"

"Do you want to go home first or do I have to pick up your clothes?" ask Andreas. Tomorrow morning he must leave for Turkey with Serkan because there are problems with the company there.

Serkan seemed to think, from yesterday he did not contact Alena. Maybe his wife has gone home.

"All right, I'm going home" said Serkan.

***

Leave it at his house at 07:00. He gets out of his car in hopes Alena is already at his house.

"Abhi, uh,"

Alena hugged Serkan, she did not want to lose her mighty man. Since the quarrel he always thought of Serkan and Hasna's words that always ring in his mind.

"I'm sorry." said Alena. He let go of his embrace, tiptoed slightly and briefly kissed Serkan's lips.

"You love you,"

Serkan pulled Alena's chin, returned his wife's short kiss and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry too,"

You should be fine with Serkan. Don't let you give me time with Hasna.

"It's not your fault, I'm the one who's too sensitive. Come on in," Alena whispered something. He wants to spoil Serkan tonight, of course Serkan wants to. Who is the man who does not want to be tempted by his wife.

Finally the long night was filled with the expression of love both, filled with sweat on the bodies of both and let out a melodious voice. Alena collapses next to Serkan, while the man has not closed his eyes, during his contact with Alena. It was precisely Hasn's face that came out, he actually dreamed Hasna was under his body.

He got up, picked up his boxer on the floor, then took his pajamas. He went out of his room to a room, I slept Azzam. It was in this room that he could see Hasna and Azzam, for some reason now he felt like always near Hasna.

"What is he doing?"

"Did I just call you? but what am I gonna ask?"

"Oh yeah, just ask the kitchen furniture." Serkan was happy, but his smile immediately faded because he did not have Hasna's mobile number.

"Oh yeah, I'll go to his house in the morning." Serkan said, he intends at 02:00 will go to Hasna's house and leave for Turkey from his home.

"Will he say thank you to me?" Serkan imagined Hasna's sweet smiling face to him.