A Former Concubine-in-Law
The Kala Om Se Mennggoda

"What Om Se now accepts me?" Hasna asked with a serious face. He stared fixedly at the two beads Serkan.

Serkan pressed a bang on his chest, his heart was racing. Did he really accept this woman before him?? why could he do it?

"Yes,"

Hasna smiled bitterly. "I don't want to, I don't want to get involved in Om Se's life."

"Hasna, man,"

"Om not thinking about my feelings, right?"

Serkan shook his head weakly. "I thought about your feelings."

"I don't want to, I still don't want to. I don't want to get involved."

"Alright, but there won't be a word of divorce."

Send it straight to Hasna's room. He was tired and wanted to rest, moreover he wanted to avoid Hasna.

"Nr ..." Hasna sighed, it was her room. So he's going to sleep with Serkan tonight. Being reluctant, he caught up with Serkan. Arriving at his room, he saw Serkan who was sleeping sideways and had already closed his eyes.

Hasna felt pity, she paused her intention and headed to the kitchen. Pouring water in a plastic teapot on the dining table, then gulp it down to the toilet.

Hasna looked at the clear glass in front of her. Her life is more complicated, even though Alena's pregnancy seems to be a fortune for her apart from Serkan.

"Here you go, just go."

Hasna stepped into her room, she glanced at Serkan who was on her back. He also laid his body and turned his back on Serkan.

Hasna turned her head for a moment, she thought Serkan was pretending to be asleep, but it seemed Serkan had gone to sleep probably due to the effects of fatigue.

Handing her both eyes open, somehow managed to convince Hasna? why does it hurt when Hasna doesn't believe it? he held his chest that felt sore. Hasna's name filled her heart?

***

At exactly 4am, Hasna was awakened by a melodious voice in the mosque, she felt something befall her stomach. He slowly opened his beautiful eyelids that curved upwards. One look, both his eyes caught the figure of a man, his forehead wrinkled. He remembered the incident last night.

oh God ...

Hasna voiced out in her heart, as if all her memories were spinning. He was about to move, but his burly hand Serkan felt heavy. He glanced at Serkan who was very slumbering, even his head leaning against his shoulder. The smell of the thick black hair shampoo was without calming.

"He's not gonna wake up, is he?" mummified Hasna. He bit his lower lip while raising Serkan's arm.

Emm

Serkan complained, but Hasna dropped her husband's arm back.

"Huft, he's surprising me." Hasna breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid Serkan suddenly woke up and even thought nothing of him.

"Om Se, that,"

Hasna raised her arm again and slowly moved. He dropped a blanket on his body, but last night he didn't use a blanket.

"Is this Om Se who did it?" Hasna smile.

He also lowered his sturdy arm, then tidied up the blanket until it enveloped Serkan's body from the bottom to his chest.

***

Time continued, remembering what happened yesterday. Today Hasna did not open a shop, make sure that everyone would not come or just make fun of her.

Hasna rubbed her chest, may she remain patient in living it. Patience is easy to say but not easy to practice.

Hasna arranged some dishes on the table, as usual. He will cook fried rice, stir-fried kale, chicken crispi, sambal terasi, broccoli stir-fry and omelet which he mix with chili in small pieces.

"Om Se." Hasna called out exactly she was standing in the doorway. He saw that the man was stretching out his arms.

"You done cooking?" ask Serkan.

Hasna approached, "Yes, Om Se took a bath, the breakfast is ready. Today Om Se wants to work."

"Yes, I've reached Andreas."

Hasna nodded, Serkan got off his bed and as Hasna turned around. Handed her a hug to Hasna from behind. His hands were wrapped around Hasna's stomach.

"The smell of your cooking woke me up Hasna." Serkan said as he leaned his chin on Hasna's shoulder. Until the warm breath hit Hasna's cheeks that looked flushed.

Hasna's heart was getting rebellious, as if to get out. "Om Se."

"Thank you" said Serkan releasing his embrace. She knows Hasna looks shy cat.

Hasna immediately sauntered away making Serkan laugh. "He's so funny." Serkan propped up his chin with one of his hands while thinking about Hasna Hasna's face.

This is the second time Serkan bathed in Hasna's place, with a small bathroom, midgets and bar soap. He used to feel uncomfortable, but now he feels comfortable.

"Hasna, can you ask for help? I forgot not to bring a towel." Leave a half yell in the bathroom.

"Wait a minute Om Se" said Hasna. He had finished putting the dishes on the dining table.

Hasna also took her pink towel with a hello kity motif.

"Om Se," Sapa Hasna from the bathroom door.

Serkan hid behind the door, he opened half the door, until only a head with wet hair dripped on his face was seen.

"Here," Hasna thrust out her towel while looking at Serkan's handsome face. Water droplets from the end of his hair make Serkan's face look stunning. As if around his face appeared a shining light and bling-bling.

"Hasna, I know I'm handsome."

Hasna immediately rounded her eyes. "Who said Om Se was handsome?" Hasna cussed while turning her lips a few inches. "Huh."

Serkan laughed out loud, he managed to tease Hasna again. Maybe next time he'll just show up naked.

"Om the speed!" Hasna shouted without seeing Serkan.

"Yes yes .... !!" Leave a shout, as he wants to wear his shirt again. His brain turned back and a sly smile was imprinted on his face.

"Generic ... I'm done."

Hasna who was staring at the hot dish in front of him immediately twisted her body.

"Om Se!" shout Hasna. His eyes seemed to be stained, he saw Serkan who used a pink towel by covering his waist up to his knees.

"Well! why?" ask Serkan. He didn't know what was going on with the woman in front of him. "Did your eyes hurt? why close your eyes?" ask Serkan.

"Om Se why don't you wear clothes?" ask Hasna. His face is heating up.

"Hem, what do I think? my shirt fell off and got wet, so I'm not wearing it." Serkan laughed in his heart, he remembered his shirt and pants that he flush with water.

"Then, why is Om Se still here?"

Handed straight draw both Hasna's hands. The two eyes met each other, Hasna looked back at Serkan without blinking. His heart skipped a beat, like a drum hit several times.

"Look at me Hasna, am I handsome?"

"Emmm, yes ..." Both of his mouth answered without him noticing.

"Serkan!!!"