A Former Concubine-in-Law
#The Same Size

When the two men turned their heads, Hasna immediately pushed Serkan's body.

"Auntie,"

While Serkan was relaxed because Alena already knew, he had explained and Alena had accepted. So he did not need to explain, what else Hasna is indeed his wife.

Alena's thumb nail stuck in her index finger, she couldn't clench and show her wrath because Serkan wouldn't believe her.

"It's not what auntie thinks." Hasna made clear their closeness earlier.

"There's definitely a problem of husband and wife doing it."

Hasna glared sharply, like a cat in vain pouncing on a mouse in front of her. While the one who was even in the sharp pelototti, even put both his shoulders.

"Bas on a little cat."

"Belg ...."

Serkan yelled, Hasna's hand is small, but if the problem pinches the pain is very painful.

"You!" geram Serkan's. His waist was painful and hot. "It hurts,"

"Biarin, tell me to say hello to Om Se teasing Hasna?"

"Who is teasing you? you're the one who's tempted." Serkan. "Wait a minute, so you've been tempted by me."

"Didih" Hasna poked her lips.

"Tempting the husband himself rewards loh," said Serkan. The words came out just like that, when all this time he had never asked to be seduced by anyone, without asking in any temptation there was someone who teased him.

"Om Se!" peekot Hasna's.

"Ehem..." Alena quivered and made the two people who did not want to lose turn their heads. Hasna nodded and smiled clumsyly.

"Aunty wants breakfast? please ..." Hasna pulled the chair beside her.

Alena looked at the few dishes in front of her. He felt disgusted, in his life he never ate the strange food in front of him.

"Then what should I do?" ask Serkan. How can he eat without dressing? he sighed softly.

"Sorry Om, you better eat first while waiting for Andreas."

"How can you do it Hasna? you don't see your husband, how can you serve your husband like this?" Tegur Alena's.

"It's okay Alena." Serkan interjected, doing the task of a wife, Hasna was definitely uncomfortable. He was sure Hasna would get used to it.

"I'm sorry Om, there are no men's clothes here, but ...." Hasna interrupts him remembering Azzam's clothes that were left in his house, one navy shirt, a regular shirt and a jacket. At that time they went for a walk while eating on the side of the road and in the end came home rain.

"If Om's body is the same as Mas Azzam's body, it looks like the shirt that Mas Azzam lives in can Om wear."

"Hasna how can Azzam's shirt be here?" ask Alena. He smiled faintly while glancing at Serkan. "You didn't do anything, did you?" alena asked as if provoking the curious face of Serkan.

"Em, we went for a walk while eating on the side of the road, so it was time to go home rain."

"Alena you're not thinking a no-no, are you?" ask Serkan. She did not want Alena to accuse her son. "I believe Hasna and Azzam did nothing."

"Darling, I don't mean that."

"Om Se, it's natural for a mother to worry." Hasna interrupted. "I'll take it first."

Hasna picked up Azzam's shirt, which folded neatly in her closet. He smiled and stroked the navy-colored and plain shirt. "I miss you."

She smiled, there was pain in her heart. He understood that it would not be easy for Hasna to turn away from Azzam. Either he should be happy or sad.

Hasna turned around, and found Serkan standing behind her. "Om Se, this."

Leave him staring at that navy-colored shirt, the scent of that perfume, yes Serkan remembered. Even the perfume was her who bought it herself. He remembers, he ordered it while he was in Paris.

"Well, I'll try." Hand me that neatly folded shirt.

"Yes Hasna came out first, Om Se can wear it here." Hasna said softly. He also shut the door tightly.

Leave her sitting on the edge of the bed, something she never thought of. Even he was wearing the clothes left by his son, it was in the house of his own wife, who was none other than Azzam's fiancee.

"You're lucky son, I'm sorry Daddy had to snare your lover. Can Daddy be greedy? can Daddy wear it and think of Daddy as you?"

Hand them open one by one the buttons. He put it on, facing the mirror. Azzam's clothes fit perfectly on his body, the same size.

"Hasna doesn't know that your dress size is the same as Daddy's." Hand over folding his arms, unfortunately he had to wear a pink towel patterned hello kity it.

crick

Hasna waited outside the door, occasionally looking up at the dining table, looking at her mother-in-law sitting on a chair.

"Om Se is similar to Mas Azzam."