
With laughter they saw the behavior of Arka who was crying because of the nagging and taunting of the brother, other with Hasna he then smiled bitterly considering his family who had gone somewhere, he said, he envied the complete Arka family and their happiness, but not her.
Seeing the bitter smile of her future daughter-in-law, Our Lady approached Hasna."Why sweetheart? "asked mother Klarisa making everything there turn to look at Hasna
"Grandfather, I'm just confused with myself, do I have a family or not? "answered Hasna with tears and soon she wiped it
"Honey is your family now we are, even though you are not Arka's wife yet, but we consider you to be your family, and you are the last daughter in our family"klarisa's mother said with Hasna's embrace and then kissed Hasna's head with affection, and answered nods with the rest of her tears by Hasna
"Yes let Hasna rest while here until tomorrow, Hasna back to her contract" said Father Yoga and then drank her warm tea
"Arsita please take Hasna to the room next to yours well, let her preach there for today anyways it's night, Arka she might still be sulking and forget Hasna"yoga Dad asked Arsita to bring Hasna
"Yes Dad, ayok na!"invite Arsita by holding Abian, and in a nod with a beautiful smile
they went up to the second floor to Hasna's room, after which they entered and Arsita explained the whole room so Hasna would not be confused.
"Well everything is complete in this room, and you stay rest just with calm and beautiful dreams, the day after we will come to your house with a good purpose kok.Yes already now you rest.Abian pamit same ounty dear! "said Arsita.Abian shook hands with the county and said goodbye
"Oty, ian bobo duyu yah?, ecok ayan-ayan ama ian yah oty" Abian said in her paw language
"Yes dear, sweet dreams, good night dear" Hasna said by kissing the forehead and cheeks of the bully Abian
Hasna sat by the side of the bed, and gazing around the room, she never imagined that she would soon be a family member in this house, he will be the son-in-law of the richest family in Asia with all his wealth. Hasna laughed away at the life of the dlu before meeting Arka, her life was filled with tears, wounds, blasphemies, insults from the closest people even her own neighbors insulted her.
because the family does not have just as a pickled seller. But now everything will change he will marry Arka man dream of all women, not just handsome but also his property that berbelimang. But it was never expected Hasna, Hasna only wished a sincere family and really loved her.
when the dawn of Azan reverberated, Hasna woke up from her sleep, she went to the bathroom and made ablution, then prayed dawn. After the prayer Hasna chose to take a short shower for 10 minutes she came out, and walking towards the wardrobe, she was surprised by the contents of the lemariny, why all her clothes are short shirts and hotpand pants, and so on, he asked one of the maids that turned out to be Arsita's room when she was a child until before marriage, deserved now to use a dress below the knee.
the waiter brought back a long-sleeved shirt and sleeveless shirt and culotte pants and hijab to match her dress to look feminine and elegant.
Hasna stepped down into the kitchen and helped the aunts there, in fact they were treating Hasna to help them, surely the young master would nag them later, but inevitably had to, it was Hasna who insisted on helping and said Arka must not be angry.
while he was busy cutting fruit for salad, Abian came to Hasna's surprise kitchen, which made her index finger sliced by a knife, and Arka saw it immediately ran to Hasna Direction
"Darling..are you papa?"arka said that sucking the finger made Hasna surprised by Arka's actions, and Arka with her panicked face held Hasna towards the sofa and followed Abian behind her
"Oty, maap, ian naughty cama oty.Om maap, ian utah bitin oty catit, maap om,oty" Abian said with a sorry face had shocked his ounty to hurt and made his om angry
"O dear papa, it's not wrong Bian kok, bian was not accidentally earlier" said Hasna trying to calm Abian who would cry