A Former Concubine-in-Law
#In the Expelled

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A spoon and fork were forcibly dropped by the two burly hands of the man who was sitting staring at the lines of the Art.

"Where is he?" a sentence that was so cold and capable of freezing a row of Art beside that dining table. The five Artes lowered their heads, they had no idea where they were located?

"Abhi what?"

"That poor woman!" caci Draw a cold tone.

The woman beside him also threw his rough breath, honestly he did not like the prospective daughter-in-law, but now became his honey. She had rejected her husband's crazy idea, but this was her husband, Serkan who could not be challenged by anyone including herself.

"I don't like his presence here, so I tell him to go" said Alena, who can be called by Lena.

Leave a stare so cold, he doesn't like to be rebutted by anyone. Here he is, a man who does not want to be conquered by women. Since he was 20 years old, he had to get married, even one year of marriage, he was gifted a child, then the collision made his first wife died and fortunately, Azzam can still be saved. At the age of 40, he married Alena again because of business, then Azzam who was only 20 years old, asked to marry.

He had even found a woman worthy of his son, but Azzam chose another woman named Hasna, the poor woman he hated.

"Like it or not, if I want his presence, you don't have to interfere."

Alena squeezes her dress, always like this. He should be a obedient dog.

"You have nothing to do with Milie either" said Serkan. He liked Milie because she was submissive even though their marriage from the beginning was limited to arranged marriages.

"Am I not comparable?"

"Yes, you guys are not comparable."

Nyepus

Serkan immediately stood up, he stepped over without looking at the woman he had hurt with his words. He opened the door to Hasna's room in the living room.

"Until when are you gonna stand a cheap woman!"

Serkan pulled Hasna's arm violently and gripped her firmly. Until Hasna looked at his hand and smiled bitterly.

"If you're here, you have to serve all my needs."

"Until when is Om? how long will Hasna be treated like this?"

"Because you're worthy, because you're a poor woman and left my son dead. You know, I love my late wife a lot, but because of poor women like you." Handing Hasna's head to the side with her index finger. Until the hijab is slightly tilted. "I lost my jewel."

Hasna was crying more, she should be blamed. Had he not asked Azzam to buy him a pineapple, of course he would not have lost Azzam.

The petite woman looked up, she stared nanar at her husband, the husband she never wanted. She slowly dropped her body on the floor and held her husband's legs. While the side of his hand is still choked by Serkan.

"I'm sorry, Om. You're right, I shouldn't be present in Azzam's life, but trust me. If I could, I would exchange my life for Azzam. I love her so much."

Serkan's chest puffed up, he pulled the woman nearby until the woman stood back up. "Love? what if you love? you shouldn't have approached her, I warned you from the start not to approach her."

Handing pushed Hasna's body backwards until it fell to the floor.

"From now on you won't stay in my house again and never tell anyone about this marriage."

"Couple your stuff, hurry up!" yells Serkan. His voice echoed in the room and made the weak woman rise towards the closet. There were only a few clothes that he had brought, while the previous clothes were in his house.

#Hopefully his age is not wrong