A Former Concubine-in-Law
#part 38

"It's over." Hasna was satisfied with her work. Both eyes reddened, he also once confirmed the tie belonging to Azzam.

"Hasna help me tie this tie, Oh my God it feels suffocating."

Hasna smiled, she put the plate on the dining table. Early in the morning Azzam came to his house and brought him some fruits.

"Tumben once you put on a shirt? go to the office."

"Daddy, please,"

"Try to tie it," Azzam looked at the woman in front of him while holding his tie that had not been tied.

"Hey, I'm not your wife."

"Ish, do we need to register today? hemm...."

"You want me to marry you."

"Surely because I love you."

Serving slightly lowered his head, he looked at Hasna who unblinkingly looked at her tie. He again straightened his head, from both eyes he knew Hasna now remembered with Azzam. "Thank you, thank you for being beautiful."

Hasna frowned. "meaning?"

Like a dazed person, Serkan shook his head. He switched the conversation. "You remember Azzam?"

"I used to wear a tie for him."

Nyepus

Give it heat, should he be jealous of the dead? even the one in jealousy is his own son, it makes no sense, right?

Hand over scratching his non-itchy eyebrows, looking at Hasna's face he forgot he gave her something. "I forgot something."

Handkan rushed back to his pants that he soaked. In his pocket was a necklace which he ordered for Hasna.

"What's Serkan?" alena asked to see Serkan taking his pants wet.

"There's something" said Serkan. He took out a small blue velvet box. "Thank God,"

"Could you just remember Hasna but not remember me?" Alena smiled bitterly, she felt one step after another Serkan and Hasna began to close. He was afraid that love would grow in both.

"Not so, your gift I put in the drawer just like choosing Hasna just a different color."

"That's it," Alena forced her lips into a smile. He should be spoiled, not divided for others.

You have the heart, Serkan, it hurts so much.

Alena wiped her tears with her cheeks. "I won't let anything ruin our household."

Alena turned around, she saw Serkan explaining to Hasna and putting her around her neck.

"What belongs to me, I will not share it again, even if you are your beloved son."

Hasna felt a necklace around her neck. He smiled, as if his heart had grown by thousands of roses. Love with red gems.

"Pretty."

"Thank you, O. Se."

"Yes, I'm glad you thanked me." Handed fold both his arms. "The jewel is very beautiful when it is in the queen of jewels. Ah, the jewel lost to your face Hasna. You're too pretty."

Blushes

Hasna lowered her head, seduced by Serkan making her heart go awry. Even though he was once seduced by his own fiance, but it felt different. Serkan is her husband.

Hasna held onto her chest, she felt overstepped the mark by acknowledging Serkan as her husband. He did not want to break that limit.

"Hasna you are so beautiful" said Alena interrupting. He wrapped one of his hands around the waist draw it.

Serkan smiled looking at Alena. He was happy that his two wives got along.

Alena grabbed one hand, draw it up on her stomach. "He'll call you mom, too, won't he?" Alena looked up to ask Serkan for an answer.

"Yes, our son will have two mothers. You have to take care of her. oh yes," Draw a bow she aligns her height with Alena's stomach.

"Daddy leave first, dear." Give me a kiss on Alena's stomach. While Hasna he felt the couple in front of him was perfect, it felt like he did not deserve to enter their lives. He felt like the third person in front of them.