A Former Concubine-in-Law
#Rejection Handed

Thinking about the words of Mr. Aren made Hasna look fixed on the face of Serkan who was asleep. He remembered the words of Mr. Aren. Handing the one he knew coldly, did not expect to experience the bitterness of life.

*I did not expect Madam Yuna to be able to do that, if young master Azzam was not Mr. Serkan's biological child. I'm sure, Mr. Serkan will be further destroyed.

So I beg Madam, I leave it to Mr. Serkan. He's been through a lot of heartache.

Maybe it is the Madam of his soul mate Mr. Serkan, although the journey of Mrs and Mrs Serkan is not smooth like others*.

Hasna lowered her hand over her forehead. He wanted to wake Serkan, but seeing a good night's sleep made him feel sorry.

Emm

Handing opened both of his eyes when he felt his hand touch someone. "Hasna's." Sapa Serkan, both eyes saw the shady face of Hasna.

Turning his eyes together, he sat up and yawned. "Is there something?" ask Serkan. His eyes felt heavy to open.

"No Om Se, Om Se asked for dinner in between here, but because ..."

"Sit, I forgot. You haven't eaten yet, have you? must the food be cold?"

"It's okay Om Se, Hasna can eat it, but for Om Se, Hasna will warm it up."

"No effort, we eat that dish."

Handing over the blanket that covered half of her body, she recalled using the blanket and her mind guessed that Hasna was covering her and making her smile. She was happy to be beside Hasna, her face and smile that made her calm, as if at peace without any problem.

"Hasna, can you deliver lunch tomorrow?" ask Serkan. Even if she was her husband, she could not ask for it, she was afraid Hasna would not like it.

"Yes Om." Hasna wanted to avoid it, didn't she have to reject it? but his heart said something else. Somehow, he wanted to make Serkan happy.

Send him a seat after Hasna sat down, the two faced each other and ate the cold dish. All his life, Serkan who always ate warm dishes now touched the food that was cold, which he lived a few hours ago.

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Hasna opened the door of her room and saw Alena standing up, seeing Alena's unfriendly face made Hasna understand, that the woman in front of her was angry.

"Where's Serkan?" ask Alena. He had been waiting for Serkan to come to his room. Hope the reprimand made Hasna look glassy.

"Om Se is eating Tan, go in first Tan."

Hasna stroked his chest, without even telling Alena to sneak in through it.

"Abhi, uh,"

Handing her face up. "Dine,"

Alena took a seat, right next to Serkan. "You didn't come to my room? and I miss you so much. Our baby misses you so much."

Serkan stroked Alena's stomach. "I'm sorry, I'm exhausted and sleeping here."

"Tonight you slept with me?"

Serkan shook his head, tonight he wants to sleep with Hasna. He misses going to bed with Hasna despite not doing anything like the first time.

"I want to sleep here tonight."

Deg

Alena's heart was sliced, sick and sore. Serkan refused it raw, even though he had used his son. He turned his head and from that gaze Hasna understood that he had to refuse.

"Om Se, sleep with Aunt Alena tonight." Buujuk Hasna's.

"No, I want to sleep here tonight. I've made a schedule, a week with Hasna and another week with Alena." Serkan said firmly.