A Former Concubine-in-Law
#Bitter Heart, Bitter Tongue

"It turns out you didn't forget it" he smiled

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Hasna regained her senses, her two eyes condensing. He immediately wiped his tears. Azzam is very precise with Serkan, as if Azzam is a Serkan print, and vice versa.

As for Serkan, he clenched both of his hands. Inhaling a lot of oxygen and then exhaling. There was something creeping all his veins, it felt hot and aching all around his body, especially in his heart.

He is known as Azzam not as Serkan? he wanted to shout and say that he was Serkan, not Azzam.

Leave down, then raise his face. "So you don't forget it, thank God."

For the first time Andreas felt sorry for his boss. He came from the airport straight to Hasna's house, but unfortunately he was known as Azzam not Serkan.

"Will Om come in?" ask Hasna.

***

Serkan sat in place as usual, during this month nothing changed from Hasna's house. Only the front page changed, half the page was a shop, Hasna's business.

"Sir, are you okay?" ask Andreas. For a few minutes the boss was silent, unlike before who was always smiling.

"What do you see me like? I'm fine."

"Yes, his body, but not his heart." Inner Andreas. He couldn't have said it through his lips, he could have been soft porridge.

From the kitchen came Hasna, who was carrying two coffees and two teas. He put it in front of Serkan and Andreas.

"I didn't know you guys liked coffee or not, because I didn't want to ask, so I made both." Hasna said with a smile.

Serkan nodded, he sipped the coffee Hasna had made.

"Hasna is very bitter," said Serkan.

Hasna frowned, she had tasted it and it was sweet, very fitting on her tongue.

Andreas also sipped and gulped slowly, it was sweet, why the man in front of him said bitter.

"Sir, this is sweet and very fitting" Andreas said.

Hasna looked at Andreas. "So I've tasted it and it's sweet." Hasna explained.

Give back the coffee in front of him and sure enough, bitter. "If you don't believe me, you can taste it." Serkan handed her coffee.

With hesitation, Hasna picked it up and sipped it and right in Serkan's former possession.

"It's sweet,"

Andreas' eyes were as if in remot management, both eyes glancing right-left, to Hasna and to Serkan. Wasn't that kiss show without touching.

"Is this man intentionally?" ask Andreas.

All of Andrew's thoughts and heart thought of many questions.

"It's sweet." Hasna thrust back towards Serkan.

The man accepted and went back to sipping. Surprisingly, it was bitter, why did it turn sweet?

"Sweetie, was that bitter?" Serkan confirmed Hasna's words and made Hasna want to growl at the man in front of her.

"Means Om Se's life is not sweet." Hasna chuckled in amusement as she shook her head.

"True, it was bitter." He tried to convince the two people in front of him. But strangely, why immediately suddenly changed after drinking Hasna.

Wait, he realized something. Hasna had a drink on her lips and that means, Serkan immediately smiled, showing off his white and neat teeth.

Andreas again drank coffee in front of him, without realizing that the coffee was still a bit hot that he sipped like a glass of juice.

Byur

Andreas spits the coffee beside Hasna, fortunately not about Hasna.

"Hot! it's hot!" Andreas stood up, his tongue outstretched, one hand wagging his tongue.

The two people who were looking at him immediately laughed, at once the atmosphere that had been bitter was now turning sweet.

***

Handing a sweep of every corner in Hasna's room, Hasna asked permission to go to the bathroom, while Andreas went to stay at a nearby hotel.

The two beads Serkan locked looking at an exact same photo with his face. He stepped up, then shuffled.

Looking at the photo in front of him, it was very desirable that his photo was also there. Facing the door, as if every entering this room, his picture was immediately visible, may he be selfish who wanted his picture like his son's. His hand took that photo. There was pain, pain, longing, everything mixed up.

"Om Se, that,"

Send me the quick photo, but it fell and surprised him.

Hasna immediately ran and separated the broken glass and took a photo of Azzam.

"Hasna what are you doing? your hands could hurt."

Hasna looked at Serkan, and Serkan instantly remained silent. He realized his mistake.

"I'm sorry, I touched her, I miss her." Unfortunately, although he honestly misses her.

"It's okay Om Se." Hasna spoke with a smile. After all, the man in front of her had definitely missed Azzam.

"Will you accompany me tomorrow to Azzam's tomb?" ask Serkan.