A Former Concubine-in-Law
#Corruption Shake

Hasna's lips felt muddled, conscious the man in front of her asking for an answer. She quickly shook her head, how could she have done it to her former in-laws.

"You're my wife, so it's your duty." Sarkas Serkan, next to his lips raised, formed a grinning smile, as if saying something.

"You can reject me, but you won't be able to prevent me." Hand him a hand, Andreas understood. He reached into his pocket and put him a pack of cigarettes and a match.

Hasna didn't know that her father-in-law was a cigarette addict. He just stared at his one hand that shifted a small object and the fire was burning. Both of Serkan's lips flanked a cigarette, then smoke billowed in his mouth. The man breathed into Hasna's face and made the woman close her eyes.

Hand over the waist cluck, while one hand put the cigarette back into his mouth.

"Dream to be free, for I already know, you will never be free."

"I don't want to, what will I say if Azzam sees all this."

"Hey!"

Bening glared when a cigarette that looks steaming was thrust into his lips, just a few inches. Her lips must be hot.

"Never take the name Azzam out of your mouth,"

Hasna clenched both her hands. This time he emboldened himself who had somehow emerged from where that courage was."

"Azzam must be sad to see you like this."

"He will not let the loved ones ... "

Handing out the rough cigarettes that were still steaming and staying half that, one step only, he reached in front of a small shelf and threw out a small figura.

Hasna was more and more moved in her tears, her heart was so hurt. He had no idea how much his ex-laws hated him.

Handing her clenched both her hands, her chest rose and fell. The heat is spreading to all the cells in his body. "Once you say Azzam's name, I'll make sure this apartment burns. I've been kind to you, cheap lady, lucky I'm still negotiating with you. I don't need your answer right now. You're gonna be giving birth to my successor,"

Hasna shifted shards after shards that blocked her photo with Azzam.. He stroked the photo and looked up, tired of his heart. He was not sure the next few days, he could not start his life quietly.

***

Andreas nodded, he dragged Hasna who while carrying a photo of himself and Azzam. The woman no longer struggled, because she knew. As much as anything expends energy, he will still lose.

No conversation, Hasna stared at the photo of herself and Azzam. While Andreas glanced at Hasna from the glass in the car.

This is what he does not like, getting married will make it complicated and he does not want his life to be more complicated.

Andreas drove his car at a moderate speed, several times he glanced at Hasna and frowned, the woman he was driving with apparently sleeping while holding a photo above his chest.

***

"Azzam, how big do you love him?"

Strayed in his mind wanted to inspect the second floor of the room. He moved both of his legs to the second floor by climbing the stairs.

Crick

Handing circulate his gaze, quite spacious and comfortable. It turns out that his son gave the apartment which is quite luxurious. Walk in Closet, a dresser, bookshelves, walls and on a nightstand with photos of Azzam and Hasna. And a big photo.

Draw her clenched both hands, either out of anger or because Hasna was with her child. He grabbed the big picture and slammed it. "I'm sick of seeing all this!"

"Master," said someone. Andreas contacts some of his men to accompany Serkan in the Azzam Apartment.

"You guys accompany me to the club."

Handing out a few bottles, but not making the man collapse. Even his two eyes were still awake considering Hasna's pitiful face to him.

"Why does it feel ...." Serkan held his chest that felt pain. "Currently, just a cheap girl for a rich man."

"Mr Alena contacted me,"

"Let's just say I'll be home late."

"Okay, sir,"