A Former Concubine-in-Law
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#Sorry yes, I've had an upadatnye hose, a while if the 'Five Years Later' is over, so it's good to be able to focus on this one.

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The two friends looked at each other, in the morning they were contacted by Alena and asked her to go home.

"See, this was a long time ago. We wait here it's tingling," said Anita. He was actually reluctant to reject her and felt bad.

"Well," said Anita. He took the juice in front of him and drank it.

"Eh yes, you are in the mood to know Alena's problem with Sir Serkan?" ask Anita. Although they are friends, Anita is busy with her own world and Tasya is also busy with her own world. They rarely have time together.

"Yes, I feel sorry for Alena." Tasya thought about the fate of Alena who was in honey, for life he did not want to get married if in honey. There are some wives who want to, but not her. If it's fair, then not?

Anita glanced at Tasya. "I once hit Hasna, same as Alena."

"Huh?" Both of Tasya's lips were wide open. "I can't, I keep going" Tasya was so curious about the next, as if to watch.

"You are," Anita told him everything and made Tasya nod in understanding.

"But I feel sorry for Hasna too, try us to be in Hasna's position. Our fiancee died and we are still being tortured by our father-in-law, isn't it fair? it's not us who kill,"

"Pity?" ask Alena. He wears a knee-length Dres and his side shows his smooth thighs. He walked gracefully toward his friend, then sat down and took a pillow beside him, placing it on his thigh.

"I don't mean it" said Tasya. He did not want to be the hot lava spray of the woman in front of him.

"I don't like you for Hasna, she's the wrong one and too weak."

Anita nodded, if she became Alena's position would not accept either.

"Sorry, yes piss"

Alena rolled her eyeballs off guard, she felt annoyed at her friend.

"Then where is Sir Serkan? tumben I didn't see it, we sat here from 6am to 7am but didn't find the nose."

"In the morning he must have left, I also contacted him but not picked up." Alena was upset, not usually her husband left without asking permission from her.

"Hem, what do we want now?" ask Anita. He was bored if he just kept quiet.

"Ke Mall, cook us silent like gini. Yeah, not Len?" tanya Tasya, as long as there is Alena then their cash runs smoothly.

"Yes, come on." Take Alena.

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Somewhere else.

"Eh Hasna" said a mother with short hair and a black pando on her head and a fat body. The woman greeted Hasna in front of the wall of Hasna's house.

One more mother was fat, but not too fat, her hair was long and using hair clips.

"He who?" ask mom long hair. As usual the mothers would wait for the traveling merchant who stopped beside Hasna's house.

"Oh him, guest," Hasna said nervously, smiling forcefully. His heart was cut out.

"Well, he's handsome." The two mothers were immediately stunned when they saw the face of Andreas who came down from his car.

Andreas looks confused.

"Hey, are you Hasna's guest?" shouts mom with short hair.

Adduh

"Hasna, he's so handsome."

"What's this?" ask Serkan who has a waist. He looked at Hasna and the two mothers who were staring at him.

"Who else is he?"

"You again?"

"Oh, sir, I just greet Hasna and greet Hasna's future husband" said the short-haired and smiling mothers.

"What?" ask Serkan not understand.

"He," pointed at the two mothers who pointed at Andreas and made both eyes of Serkan glare sharply.

Andreas immediately walked towards Serkan and bowed, afraid that the master was giving off a black aura on his body.

"Next time don't get close to Hasna" Serkan said in a cold tone. He immediately entered and did not want to serve the mothers who had irritated him half to death.

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As usual, Hasna prepared breakfast. I don't know why she feels like a real wife. Though, in his heart did not intend to make Serkan visit his house again.

"Why?" ask Serkan. He kept quiet and saw his wife looking at him.

Andreas looked at his two masters, and continued his meal again. Not wanting to disturb both of his employers.

"It's okay" said Hasna. He hurriedly ate the fried rice in front of him.

Send her a spoon in her hand, then grab a glass of water on the side and gulp it down to half. Then looking back at Hasna, he knew Hasna was feeling uneasy because of her existence.

"I know, I know you don't like me. I'm not asking you to forget Azam, I'm just afraid of being a husband who doesn't care about his wife." Serkan Clearly.

Almost only Andreas wanted to spout fried rice in his mouth, otherwise take it and immediately drink a glass of water beside him. He almost died of choking. Care about? a word that made his ears instantly widen.