A Former Concubine-in-Law
#chapter 68
Emm
Hasna moaned, she felt something on her face. He opened the two beautiful petals and frowned.
"My beloved," said Serkan smiling. He cooed Hasna's adorable nose.
"Emm, Om, Au," Hasna felt pain down there, as she recalled the incident last night and made her cheeks as red as tomatoes.
"It hurts baby, sorry ..but it feels good I want to." Handing him off by teasing his tiny wife, he felt his little wife look shy cat.
"Om Se," Hasna pulled her blanket over her. She was so ashamed of her husband.
"My love," Serkan hugged Hasna's body tightly, like a bolster pillow that he did not want to let go.
"Om Se, off." Hasna rebelled because she could not breathe.
Serkan laughed widely, even his white teeth were clearly visible, only this time he laughed as loosely as before, as if he had never felt what was called pain.
"Ups... Yes, dear sorry." Serkan was so sorry for his actions, but saw the adorable face of Hasna, wanted to feel like she wrapped it, like a candy and only she could see, open and eat the taste.
Hasna peered through her blanket as she felt the creaking of her bed move. Hasna's eyes warmed up, where she saw a man who had turned his back on her without using a single thread.
"Om Se, why don't you get dressed."
Serkan immediately turned his head, he had just wanted to wear his shirt, but his wife had already seen his body again. "Honey I'm sorry I can't au ah with you anymore, I'm tired of Honey and again I want to make breakfast for you." Ser shook his head as if feeling guilty
Plaques
Serkan laughed amusedly, he quickly looked for his pants and went to his bed and kissed Hasna who wrapped her face again.
Hand over it while whistling and feeling today the happiest day of his life, as if he felt a new rebirth.
He was a bright face, as bright as the newly rising sun. He put a frying pan on the stove, poured oil, then lit the stove.
He took four eggs in the refrigerator and broke them into the pan. In his first life he made breakfast for Hasna, once he prepared for his late wife, but his wife never touched the breakfast he made. Since then Serkan no longer touch the kitchen.
"Hasna, you're my light."
...
Hasna smiled, she imagined the incident last night. "Azzam, I hope you'll bless us. I won't forget you, because your place and your Daddy's are different. Let me make Daddy happy and also I want to start a new life, you're right your Daddy's good, just because a wound makes him change."
Hasna looked at a photo facing her.
"My Honey," Serkan called out affectionately, all the calls representing his heart, he would reveal.
"You haven't worn your shirt yet." Leave the fried rice with the egg on the nightstand. He used a plate to eat both.
"Om Se can get out,"
"No way," Serkan shook his head weakly, as if he could not live without seeing Hasna.
"Om Se!" yells Serkan. Hasna threw a pillow at Serkan's face and the man laughed again.
"Ok my Love I'm gone, ..." Leave a laugh until someone in front of the door stops his hand from knocking on the door.
Mr. Aren lowered his head and smiled, unconsciously there were tears that wanted to come out from the corner of his eyes. She pulled her glasses and cried with her voice held back.
"He's back, my master's back."
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Elsewhere, no matter which demon possessed Andreas, he came early in the morning to Eli's house. He knocked on the door and looked around Eli's house.
"Yes a minute!!" eli shouted from within. Eli opened the door and looked at Andreas with a very difficult look.
"Why did you come here?" eli asked in a hostile tone. He was heartbroken by the words Andreas insulted him. Although not in love with her, at least Andreas did not need to spout words that hurt her.
"Oh, I stopped by," Andreas scratched his non-itchy head.
"Nothing else, is it?" Eli wanted to close the door again, but Andreas swiftly held it back.
"I want to invite you to meet Miss Hasna" said Andreas, because his goal was to invite Eli to meet Hasna.
"I could go to him myself, and today I work. Please Om go," Eli closed the door and made Andreas sculpt, confused by Eli's cold attitude.