Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Beginnings

"Sorry, Mr. Asil. We tried our best, but Miss Lunara's life was not helped, she died" Dr Hasad Lirih said. 

The crying broke again, breaking the silence that some time ago was created. In front of the ICU room was increasingly tense, the action of jam-pumping again occurred after the doctor's heart-wrenching statement. 

Lunara was declared dead after an accident, he who was crossing was hit by a motorcyclist, according to witnesses.

"Based on a killer, get you out of this world" Ayla shouted. He is one of Lunara's close friends who is most angry with the incident that happened to the friend. 

Mirza Asil Glora collapsed instantly. His entire organs seemed to have died along with that statement. His face was red with anger, his eyes were glazed with perfectly clenched hands. His blood boiled remembering the story of Ayla who saw the incident. 

Sadness and anger mixed to make the man's chest tight, even several times he had to supply oxygen to be able to breathe. 

His heart was sliced, this fact was even more bitter than swallowing bile. Unexpectedly, such a beautifully designed relationship ended tragically, they separated for all eternity. 

This is not what Mirza wanted. Separated by death, it does not mean having to be as fast as lightning, even he has not been able to enjoy the sweetness of living with the woman. Is this fair? 

Lunara is Mirza's fiancee. They will have their wedding tomorrow, but now it's just an unattainable plan. 

Lunara left him alone without saying goodbye.

Mirza turned her head, looking at the sobbing girl, her face looking bruised with soaked cheeks. The corner of his lips was filled with fresh blood due to the action of some of Lunara's friends. 

Yeah, it was the girl who hit Lunara. His name is Haira. A beautiful 19-year-old girl who works in a famous garment factory. He accidentally hit Lunara because he was a little dizzy. 

Don't ask her appearance, it must be simple. It's just a plain girl who came from the village to scavenge for fortune. Only three months later he was accepted, and now he has to suffer a tragic disaster.

"I'm innocent, sir," Haira said with trembling lips, the pain running through her body, even her skin with many painful wounds. 

"Don't lie!" ayla choked Haira's neck again until she had difficulty breathing. 

His hand kept clutching Ayla's hand which almost killed her. But what power, Haira has run out of energy so she can not fight the woman. 

Mirza was still shaking, not a bit of mercy on Haira who seemed to suffer, but she did not want to intervene even though her entire body was burned with revenge. 

For now he could think of nothing but his future wife who had become a corpse. Still can't believe what happened to him. 

The door is wide open. 

Mirza looked up, looking at the gurney being pushed from the inside, with a sitting position she grasped one leg of the bed until she stopped the doctor's steps. 

Clear circles escaped wetting the cheeks until they fell onto the floor of a shiny white. 

His hands were trembling, as if unable to look at Lunara's face. 

As powerful as Mirza stands. Touching the cloth covering Lunara's body. Interestingly slowly, to show the pale face of the girl. 

Mirza tergugu, her tears flowing more and more like a flash flood. Walking slowly, bring his face closer to Lunara's ears which are now stiffened. 

"Why do you have to leave me" Mirza said on the sidelines of her cries. His hand stroked, gently rubbing the lover's cheek.

The beautiful memories they've been through. The bitter sweet journey of love that adorns time after time keeps coming to his mind. How broken her heart Mirza currently left behind the person she loves the most. 

Erkan, the secretary took one step forward. Embracing Mirza's body that was still shaking violently. 

Slowly Mirza let go of her grip. Let the doctor take Lunara's body to the mortuary. 

Mirza walked slowly towards Haira who was still sitting leaning against the wall with her head sinking between her knees and thighs. His body that was full of injuries made him weak, let alone to stand, to move was painful. 

The pounding of the shoes and the floor that was getting closer made Haira surprised. He stared at the shiny black shoes in front of him, then turned to look at the face of the handsome man who was sculpting in front of him. 

"Master, I'm sorry. It's not my fault entirely" Haira said. 

Mirza crouched down, raising Haira's chin with one finger. Staring sharply at Haira's eyes that look sad. There was no pity to see the girl in front of him. 

"Who's fault, Lunara?" snapped Mirza as tight as possible to make Haira's eyes closed. He couldn't look into Mirza's burning eyes. 

Mirza pushed Haira's head violently until it hit the wall. Back up and back up. 

Two police officers arrived after the call. 

"Good night, sir," said the police to Mirza. 

"Bring him!" Pointing Haira. "Let him rot in prison" he continued without hesitation. 

Haira was crying hysterically. Grab Mirza's feet and embrace her tightly. 

"Sir, I'm sorry, don't put me in jail," he said, he couldn't imagine, what if that happened, my grandmother and her sister would be pretentious, he could no longer work and support them. 

Mirza did not care about Haira's whining, she kicked the girl to a jerk back. Knee-length black skirt that the girl wore was revealed to reveal her thighs. Mirza turned her gaze away for a moment.

Without waiting for time, the two burly policemen pulled Haira and dragged her by force. Handcuffed both his hands like prisoners. 

"Erkan," called Mirza in a heavy voice. His eyes were not shaken away from Haira who was getting away. 

"I, Sir." Erkan approached Mirza. 

"You find out who the girl's family is. They're all responsible for Lunara's death."

Erkan looked at Mirza's extremely horrifying face. His master was like a ferocious lion ready to pounce on its prey. 

"Ba. I'll investigate his family soon." 

After Erkan left, Ayla who was still sobbing approached Mirza. Slip the broad shoulder of the man. 

"You're patient, don't let the girl get away with it. He deserves to die." 

He should have died, not Lunara. 

"I'm innocent, sir." Haira was constantly begging the police for forgiveness. He cupped both his hands. Ask for mercy on them to set him free. 

"Shut up!" shouted one of the officers who was uncomfortable with Haira's voice. That one word made Haira shut up for a moment. 

Grandma, help me. If there was any other way, I would have chosen not to go to jail, but baby, they wouldn't have listened to my explanation in the least, Grandma. 

Haira resigned, she only hoped that a miracle would come to her. His life is now in the hands of only one person, Mirza.