A Former Concubine-in-Law
#Pick up food

"Huh?" still the connection was cut off, Andreas was still confused.

Mr. Aren scratched his head with half of his hair that had grown gray. "How come singles are acute, it's hard to say."

"Here you go, what do you want to talk about?"

"Mrs Alena ran away, I want to tell the ladies and gentlemen, to be careful."

Mr. Aren nodded, "Wait a few more minutes,''

Andreas also chose to sit on the front porch, the two men of different ages were waiting for a few minutes and became a few hours.

"Sir Aren, do you really like being with me? How long do we have to wait?" asked Andreas sighed softly.

"Huh, yes you have just tap it," said Mr. Aren surrendered. He was also tired of waiting and wanted to quickly bring the master and the mistress.

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Tonnes

Andreas knocked on the door three times and a few seconds of footsteps were heard.

"Andreas, oh Mr. Aren," Hasna said kindly. "Come in," Hasna opened the door wide and retreated to the side. He hurriedly woke up Serkan who was still sleeping heavily.

"Mas, outside there's Mr. Aren and Andreas, it seems very important." Hasna stroked Serkan's cheek gently.

"Sir Aren?''

Move on, his consciousness has not yet gathered. He was tired and wanted to sleep longer.

Hasna shook her head slowly, she pinched softly Serkan's cheek which was adorable in her opinion. Soon she took the shirt and put it on Serkan's body.

"What?" ask Serkan. He sat in a plastic chair in front of Andreas and Aren sir.

"Sir, when will you help her madam? Renovation is over."

"Later," replied Serkan.

Listening to Alena's name, immediately made Serkan aware, his soul in pieces was instantly fused perfectly.

"What how can it be?" ask Serkan in panic.

"We have to go to the police station," She turned around and clasped Hasna's hands. "Honey I have to go to the police station, you're not here anywhere, I'll contact some people guarding you and Mr. Aren will also be here guarding you."

Hasna nodded, "Be careful."

Hand over kissing Hasna's forehead and asking Mr. Aren to take care of her when she's not around.

...

While Alena, for the sake of getting out of the hospital she had to dress negligently with a face smeared with mud, she sat on the side of the road, it was not easy for her to escape from the grip of the police, he must be careful not to fall into his grip.

"I wanted to contact both of my friends, but the thing is some cop must be looking for me to pass by them." Alena was really frustrated, how she could survive while her stomach was beginning to rumble.

Never in his life's footsteps was he starving, even stealing cheap clothes like the one he was wearing today. "It's all because of Hasna, I'm gonna kill her."

"If I can't have Serkan then Hasna can't,"

Alena walked back slowly, occasionally rubbing her stomach, right herself stopped when she saw the food stall and made her stomach sound. She wanted to ask, but a female merchant who saw her gawked while serving her buyers.

He sat down and slammed the name Hasna he hated even more to his bones, Hasna's name was like a curse to him.

"It's all because of that damn woman."

Tub

Alena turned her head as a buyer threw food wrappers into the trash and saw a white, orange-haired cat clawing at food wrappers.

"Hus, hus, hus," Alena chased away the orange-haired cat and took the leftover food that a man had thrown away.

Alena opened the food paper and looked at the little leftover rice and tempeh. He ate it right away and when the first chew of his tears instantly flowed, his whole life he never ate with second-hand food even picked it up from the garbage can, his life was classy and luxurious, what he wanted, what he wanted, he can buy it.

Both of his teeth churned, holding back the curse he wanted to curse out. "Hasna, I won't die until I kill you."