A Former Concubine-in-Law
Served

The heat of the scorching sun, the drops of sweat that soaked her face, the woman looked up at the sky, her eyes narrowed feeling the glare of the sun that hit her two neutrals, she fluttered her hands in front of her face, I wish there was a breeze cooling his face.

"It's very hot" said Hasna. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stepped back, peddling his fritters to everyone he met, sometimes stopping at a crossroads at red lights, peddling every car and bike.

"Sir, the fry."

"Five ya ba fried yam balls, keep knowing the contents'," said a man wearing a helmet.

Hasna smiled, she immediately wrapped the fried sweet potato ball and the man received 20 thousand according to the price he said.

"Thank you Sir,"

Hasna is back to selling her fritters. Due to the thirst that was slitting his throat, he stopped by the roadside, stopping his snacks.

Hasna wave, just got hot, now it's raining. He hurriedly looked for a shady place, sheltered in front of a small shop.

"Eh, Neng is not here. You're just annoying my buyer" the shop owner said.

Hasna smiled wryly, she apologized and moved away. In front of the shop, he put his snacks. Swiping both of his arms.

He looked down, remembering the first time he met Azzam. The man thrust an umbrella at her, her kindness to him could never be replaced by anything.

"Azzam, man,"

Hasna looked up, she was quite surprised to see a man in front of her.

"Go home" said the man firmly.

Hasna did not answer, she was still dumbfounded. Until the man pulled Hasna's hand to his black car, while the snack was carried by Andreas.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm soiling Om's car."

Serkan sighed, he felt sorry for the woman in front of him. From a long time ago, he had been watching Hasna. Sometimes he smiled at his persistence. Never did he listen to the harsh words that came out of his mouth, how patient he was.

"I'll give you some money."

Almost both of Andreas' eyes came out of place, not finished his surprise earlier when the master wanted to see Hasna's state with an alibi that Hasna was the fiancee of his late son.

"No-no need, I can find my own Om."

"With heat and rain like this? what Azzam didn't give you money."

Hasna smiled, what else could she do but with a smile. "Mas Azzam gave Hasna a card, but Hasna never took it except for this time. Hasna's intention is to open a small shop."

"Om not to worry, with Mas Azzam's money, it's enough for Hasna."

Leave no accept, in his heart did not like Hasna refused him. Who could resist it all this time?

Hand him a black card from inside his wallet. Then give it to Hasna.

"Take the money, I'm afraid I'll think of an irresponsible husband."

Deg

Hasna looked up, does not mean Serkan intended to be responsible. Though she was happy Serkan did not bother her, what she feared was that she could not fulfill her obligations as a wife.

"No need Om,"

"Just throw it away if you don't want to,"

"Huh?"

Hasna glanced at a man sitting at the wheel and the man glanced at Hasna and nodded, coding Hasna that Hasna should accept it. Otherwise, I don't know what Serkan put out.

"Well, Hasna will take it when she needs it."

"Take it every day, because you have to meet your needs, right?"

***

The black car arrived in front of Hasna's house, cloudy still adorning the sky. I don't know when the rain will stop.

"Om, come by."

"Of course, I have to stop by" said Serkan. Hasna smiled a little, but she hoped Serkan would not stop by her house. He is happier alone than having to be with Serkan.

"Yes, Hasna make warm water first."

Hasna boiled warm water, after which poured the warm water into a large tub, mixing it with cold water. After being warmed up, Hasna asked Serkan to take a bath.

"Om, the warm water is done."

Hasna gave her a towel, Leave her according to her and received it, she followed Hasna into the small bathroom.

"What's? is this a bath?" ask Serkan. A big tub and there's only a soap and a midget.

"Yes Om, sorry it's not like at home Om. Hasna cook first, please if Om wants to take a shower," said Hasna passed away.

Hasna gave a quick glance, she struggled with her stove, preparing dinner. He arrived at his home at five in the afternoon.

Leave her out of the bathroom with a towel around her neck, while her two shirt buttons are open, revealing her field chest. He stepped towards the dining table, looking at some strange dishes.

"Om is done? sorry, just a simple meal."

Inhaling the aroma of Hasna's cooking made her stomach rumble, she immediately sat down and Hasna swiftly took the rice to the Serkan plate.

"Where do you want? fried chicken or an omelet?"

"Kale sauteing is just like eggs" said Serkan. Seeing Hasna's cooking made her saliva almost drip out. He can't wait to taste Hasna's cooking.

"Where are you going?" ask Serkan. Hasna did not sit with him.

"You call Andreas Om, he must be hungry." Hasna said, she stepped back into the living room and called Andreas who was sitting alone.

Hasna persuaded Andreas to eat. But the man felt bad if he had to eat with the boos, after all he only ate at the Restaurant.

"Andreas!" tegur Serkan's. "Eat" he said, which no one could dispute.

Andreas said that, even if he did not want to, he should want to, because here, he was his subordinate. This is the fate of a subordinate, inevitably have to want.

"Sit down" Hasna invited Andreas to sit beside Serkan. He glanced at Serkan with an uncomfortable look, the two eyes of the man beside him as if wanting to skin him.

Why should he be friendly to others?

"Andreas, what do you want to eat? omelet, fried chicken and stir-fry." Hasna.

"He has a hand, let him take it himself" cried Serkan who did not like it.

"I can take it myself" Andreas said. He immediately picked up the plate that had contained the rice. It was not good to see the black aura emanating in the master's body.

"All right,"

Hasna looked towards the two men in front of her. The two men ate voraciously, as if they did not need to exhale, like a one-month-old starving man.

'Did they eat too much? inner Hasna.'

'It's delicious, I never eat dishes like this Inner Serkan'

There was a warmth in his heart when he was served.

'Luckily I ate, it was too good for myself Andreas' mind'

Hasna gawked, the two men did not leave a single plate in front of her, all of them ludes without any residue. He grimaces when he wakes up tonight. What should he eat?