Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Ayla's Accusations

"If I'm fascinated with other women, why now? Seven years I've been looking for you. Even if there is no intention of wanting to get married again, even at that time I was busy taking care of our marriage letter. The nighttime is thinking of you. There is no other woman besides you. You're the only one."

Long-term Mirza explained, he no longer wants any misunderstandings that lead to fights. Seven years has tortured his life enough and now does not want to lose again. 

Haira lowered her head. Although she saw sincerity in Mirza's eyes, it was undeniable that she was extremely jealous when another woman was near her husband. 

"Are you sure I'm the only one in your heart?" Pointing to Mirza's chest covered in a white shirt. 

"After Lunara, there was only you, even the name she just lost, shifted because you won it all."

After a long time shrouded in anxiety, finally Haira can smile crisply, even her hands have been able to touch the sturdy jaw of the husband. 

Mirza held Haira's hand. "Don't be angry anymore, because in this world only your anger I can't handle."

Haira chuckles. Shifting her sitting eroded the distance between the two. 

"Actually today I want to take you on the road. But because of that, I was lazy to come out." He rested his head on the husband's chest. Playing a ring around the man's ring finger. 

"What do you want to buy. Can I order it?" hail Mirza while tidying up Haira's hair that covers her forehead. 

"Baby supplies only. And I'd like to choose myself."

Both of Mirza's eyebrows were furrowed. A few days ago, Haira had bought a share of baby clothes and that was enough to fill one room, and she was currently hearing with her own ears, she said, that the woman in his lap will come out with the reason to want to shop for baby clothes. Isn't that so weird?

"Madam Mah is free," she murmured softly, but could still be heard by Haira. 

"What free?" sahut Haira's. 

Mirza scratched her non-itchy eyebrows. 

"Free to buy anything, honey.  Now we're leaving." 

Mirza grabbed the suit and put it on. He did not want to change the mind that would trouble him. 

In front of the door of the room, Mirza stopped her steps glancing at Erkan who was still in front.  

"Never call someone without my permission, nor will I let you go and not let you marry." 

Erkan could only answer with a nod of his head without wanting to protest. 

"I think this one's good." Haira shows three different clothes stels, but still looks the couple on Mirza. 

"If you like it, take it." Mirza put the shirt into the trolley she had been pushing. Like other visitors, Mirza currently does not bring a bodyguard, there is only Erkan who is also busy helping choose clothes to shorten the time. 

"I don't like it." Haira picked it up again and placed it on top of another pile of clothes. 

Bumil always wins, what will be the tone if pregnant is also like that.

Erkan glanced at Haira. Her fine fur was goosebumps considering the mistress who had been very troublesome lately. 

"Later temenin I eat too yes," pinta Haira spoiled. 

Mirza nodded with a smile which meant agreeing. 

"Make a shower too?" his frequent. 

At once Haira silenced Mirza's lips. His eyes looked at every visitor around him. 

"Shut up, or I don't want to sleep with you." The only way Mirza can close her lips is menacing. 

Erkan chose to stay away a little, he did not want to be involved in the personal affairs of the Master. His life has been too difficult with work and does not want to interfere with other affairs.

"Darling, I went to the bathroom just a little, yeah," Mirza said as she felt her stomach hurt a little. 

"This and this is good which one?" Two shoes on his left and right hand. 

"All good, Miss. But depending on which one, Miss likes?" The shopkeeper did not dare to point at his favorite, fearing that wrong would definitely be fatal if Mirza found out. 

"Buy all, later if not used can be given to those in need."

The waiter smiled faintly. 

Very generous of his heart. Although rich, care about people who are not able to. 

From the opposite direction, it appeared that the beautiful woman was walking towards Haira making both her eyes wide.

"Basic killer!" the woman's strangulation that made Haira's heart slit.

"I'm not a killer." Haira continued to shake her head, the look on her face only shrouded in fear and shame. What else do visitors seem to notice it and whisper to each other. Stare indifferently at him.

"You see this woman, seen from her face is very innocent, but do you know that she is a murderer."

Haira covered both her ears with her palms. Her tears are back. The shadow as Lucinta drenched blood in front of him was flashed again.

"I'm not a killer, it's an accident" Haira said on the sidelines. 

"Beautiful turns out to be a killer" sneered someone who had just arrived. It was as if he had cornered the already pale Haira.

The confused shopkeeper tried to find Mirza. However, neither did he find it, eventually running towards the bathroom. Luckily, he met Erkan. 

"Sorry sir, Miss Haira." Pointing to the place where Haira was reviled. 

Erkan immediately ran to split the crowd. 

"What's this?" Erkan stared intently at those standing in front of Haira. Hide the Miss behind. 

"Erkan," said the woman who first made noise. 

"Ayla, what's going on?" ask Erkan enthusiastically.  

Yes, that woman is Ayla. Lunara's best friend who doesn't know Haira's status. 

"Why are you protecting the killer?" pekik Ayla was still pompous. 

Instantly Erkan clenched both of his hands. Haira was not his wife, but her blood was boiling at the sight of that remark.

"Don't you ever call Miss Haira a murderer, or you'll come face to face with me." 

Ayla was getting confused by the call that Erkan had pinned. 

"What do you mean?"

Ayla was getting clueless and asked for an explanation. 

"She's my wife" said a heavy voice from behind. As if not believing, but that's the reality that makes Ayla more confused. 

Haira who is still hysterical hugs Mirza. Because, only the man was able to calm his soul when shaken like this. 

"I think you've got two lives that dare scare my wife." Mirza said softly, yet it was like a spear preparing to pierce his chest. 

"It's not like you heard, Za?"

Mirza raised her hand. 

"You take care of everyone here!" tell Mirza to Erkan and take Haira who was still as excited away.