A Former Concubine-in-Law
To Hasna's house

Hasna looked at a card in front of her, one that Azzam gave her. During his contact with Azzam, he never used the card, but Azzam once told him that every week there would be money coming in for him. He didn't want to wear it, so he just kept it.

Confused what to use? he quit his job a week before the wedding and is now unemployed.

"Huh, maybe I should use it to open a business, but what effort?" ask Hasna.

He cannot live like this, if he is unemployed and uses the money on the card continuously where the money will run out.

"Did I open a small shop? yeah, open a fry business like that or open a small shop."

He smiled, at least every day he had income.

"May Azzam take this money with me." Hasna. Yes, he had already accepted his fate and in his heart there remained the name Azzam.

***

Next day.

Give him a handsome look with a silver shirt and a black tuxedo. He saw his face that looked fine feathers in his jaw.

Next to her hand was wearing a bracelet, after which she put up her tie. He looked over, seeing his wife still sleeping.

He looked at himself in the mirror, darting Hasna's shadow. "Why should I think about it? what's he doing?"

"Hem,"

He quivered, then took the coat he had placed on the bed. He called Andreas to see him.

"The breakfast master is ready" said the chief servant. One of the waiters brought coffee.

He did not answer and played the tablet. The butler also understood that the master did not answer do not ask again so as not to be exposed to the hot spray.

A few moments later Andreas came.

"Sorry my master is late."

No answer, Serkan immediately moved from his seat and on the Ekori Andreas.

"Andres, we're heading for the jasmine alley."

Andreas stared at his master from the rearview mirror with a frown, since when did his master want to see his second wife.

"Okay sir" said Andreas. He was like a dog that had to follow his master everywhere, barking when his master was in danger.

***

Hasna was ready, wearing a simple hijab and robe. At least it can cover his body.

He then put it on the floor, right next to him. He took the key in his pocket and locked the door in front of him.

"It's done,"

He smiled, even though Azzam would surely scold him up there, the most important thing was his prayer for Azzam.

His final step was to close the worn-out gate, with the color paint fading away.

Hasna turned her body, instantly jumping in shock when she saw a black car parked in front of her. She stepped up and waited for her husband, even though she did not love him, at least she respected him like her former father-in-law and her husband.

"Do you need anything?" ask Hasna to begin. Trying not to be nervous even though he currently wants to pee.

"Hem,"

Serkan stared at Hasna's hand that spanned a medium-sized bushel.

"Here I want to sell Om, does Om need something or Om not have breakfast?"

"Want breakfast here?" ask Hasna again.

Either the push from which Serkan immediately went down, as a sign of agreeing to it.

Andreas almost dropped his jaw, since when did his master change? more precisely changed like a dashing power ranger, but changed his attitude. All his life, his master was anti-poor. Yes he considers Hasna a poor man, because the woman slammed her own bones and had nothing.

"Let's go in" said Hasna. He turned his body back, opened the door again. He put his chains on the dining table.

Then back out, he forgot not to tell Serkan to sit in his living room.

"I'm sorry, like this, sit down" Hasna said.

Draw a sweep of the room, two wooden chairs and a table, a cupboard and a small tv, on the floor with a red carpet and two rooms, one has a door and the other is covered in curtains. If you walk straight, go straight to the kitchen. Both of his eyes saw a stove and a dish lined up neatly.

Why would I agree to it. Serkan.

He stared fixedly at the woman who was behind him, the woman in front of him seemed busy making fried rice, which had no history where he had ever eaten it. For a lifetime he never ate fried rice, but the smell of Hasna's fried rice seasoning made his stomach sound.

He peeked at Hasna, then a few minutes were done. Hasna put the fried rice on the plate, then served two dishes.

Actually Hasna was nervous to notice, but she remained as calm as possible so as not to look nervous.