A Former Concubine-in-Law
#Apartment

Hasna got off the black car, then a middle-aged man came down. He pushed a bit of his glasses up his nose to justify his glasses, the man who had a hint of gray hair looked down as if giving a salute.

"You've reached Madam" he said with a smile. The man named Mr. Aren who is now the chief servant at Serkan house and has been for decades it is well known by the nature of Serkan. Serkan Serkan's hard shot made him hard-hearted. "I hope the Madam is patient" he added.

"Thank you" said Hasna. There were not many things that he had brought, but only a few clothes.

"I hope you'll be patient." Mr. Aren looked down and got in the car. Serkan deliberately told him to drive Hasna because he was not willing to drive her.

***

Hasna looked at the night sky, the flickering of stars so beautiful, it felt warm for the moon. He sat on the front porch bending his knees. The flash of when he was with Azzam again flashed, the sweet taste he had felt was now replaced with a bitter taste. A taste that could not have an antidote.

The fragile heart grew fragile, his shoulders trembled, weeping for someone he loved so much after his parents died. Azzam, the man always comforts him and never complains, whatever he wants, he always asks to be fulfilled.

"I miss you so much,"

"Can I live it? are you going to be mad because my husband is your father?"

Hasna wiped away her tears, she could no longer bear the longing in her heart. He rushed into his house, picked up his sling bag, and locked both doors. He could no longer bear the longing in his heart.

He ran through several mounds of dirt, until he arrived in front of the tomb of his fiancee, although many people did not know his engagement to Azzam, but he was grateful to have Azzam.

Dukes

Hasna dropped her body right beside Azam, a tombstone engraved with the name Azzam.

"I miss you,"

His hands trembled rubbing the tombstone, a small photo located in front of the tombstone.

"You once said you wanted to have a child with me, you once said we'd age together, you said you'd make me happy to the end, you denied it."

"You deny everything Azzam,"

He dropped his head on the mound, squeezing the still wet ground. His heart is now out of shape, he's lost everything, about him. "Awil .."

***

While a man in black, he tidied his black suit with one hand, while the next held a document.

He walked past some Art mowing the lawn in the front yard and mopped the floor on the front porch.

"Where's Mister?' asked Andres, Assistant Serkan at once who became his accomplice.

"Sir is in his study" said Mr. Aren. It just so happened that he passed by Andreas while checking on the Artists who were cleaning the living room. Every morning as a butler, he had to check the main room workers, the floor that had to be slimy and should not be dusty in the slightest.

Andres passed, he knocked on the door of Serkan's study.

"Lake in!" yells Serkan.

Andres opened the glass door, then turned right and there was a wall that became the barrier of the glass door and the glass wall. Leave designing his own workspace, half the space for the family.

"My master brought a new report," the man with the big nose reported something as per his investigation.

"Young master Azzam has bought an Apartment for Miss Hasna and Hasna already knows to hold her password, but until now Miss Hasna has not set foot into the Apartment."

"Apartment? is Azzam crazy? I don't know what that poor woman was wearing until Azzam was that crazy about her?"

"Supervise Hasna, report every moment of her activity to me."

"Okay, sir,"