Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Deep wound

Haira came out of Mirza's room. Walking slowly withstanding the pain at the bottom there. For whatever reason, he still doesn't want what Mirza did to him. Her tears kept flowing down her cheeks, staring at Mirza's back in the living room. 

Barbarous man, you will feel what I have felt, Haira said in her heart. Continuing his steps past bi Enis who was cleaning the closet. 

Why is Miss Haira walking that way, did Mr Mirza torture her?

Bi Enis saw a red mark on Haira's exposed shoulder. Her heart was also slashed to hear Haira's cries along the way to the room. 

Lord Mirza is asking for her rights by force. 

Bi Enis chose to go to the back, he could not see Haira who was suffering more and more. But also can't do anything. 

Haira locked the door of her room and ran into the bathroom. He flushed all over his body with a shower flowing fast. Her tears broke again regretting the choice that now ensnared her. 

"Why am I this stupid" he said intermittently. Banging his head against the wall. Scratching his neck until injured. No matter the blood that flows along with running water. The pain created by the impact and clawing of her nails was not even felt compared to the pain when Mirza took her virginity. The deep wounds Mirza gave off were much more painful than anything else.

"What should I tell my grandmother. She must be so mad at me that she knows I'm not a virgin anymore."

Haira sat down to embrace both knees. He was tired of facing the problems that were currently happening. Trying as hard as she can, she is still a woman who needs affection and gentle treatment. 

The atmosphere in the dining room was very quiet. Only the sound of the clanking of spoons and plates could be heard. Mirza occasionally glanced at Haira's tightly shut bedroom door. His hands continued to stir the food without wanting to bribe. 

Where the hell is he? ask in the heart. 

Arini stared at the strange movements of her brother, she could read the anxious strokes on the man's face. 

"Big brother why?" tanya Arini disperse the daydreams of Mirza. 

Mirza shook her head quickly. Hiding the uneasiness from earlier filled his chest. 

I'm sure Mirza's brother thought of something, but what? 

Arini could only guess, she was afraid that Mirza would be angry if she asked a lot. 

Mirza called out to bi Enis who was passing behind her. He could not stand being silent, while his heart was broken.

"Call Haira, I need something" Mirza told Bi Enis. 

"Good, Sir."

Bi Enis made a small run towards Haira's room. Without waiting for more time he knocked on the door. 

A few beats, the door finally opened wide. 

Bi Enis' eyes also glazed when he saw Haira's condition of concern.  

"Miss why?" bi Enis asked softly, afraid that Mirza would hear his words. 

Haira's eyes looked puffy and reddened. Many wounds on the neck and forehead. The girl's face also looked pale with wet and disheveled hair like it had not been combed. 

"I'm okay, Bi. Why is aunt here?" haira asked with a forced smile. 

"Miss is called Mr. Mirza in the dining room."

Haira nodded. Now she understands better, her status in Mirza's house is not a wife, but only a servant who must have time at any time to serve her Master. 

"Tu...Master called me?" Haira's voice faltered due to a small sobbing. 

Did he shower for hours, why was his skin like that?

Arini looked up, looking at Haira from top to bottom. His eyes stopped on the woman's neck. Instantly he choked on the flesh that was almost swallowed in the throat. 

He bowed again as Mirza turned her gaze towards his face.

Why is Haira's neck hurt. Is that Mirza's kiss? But it's not possible, maybe it's just an allergy.

Arini looked at Mirza and Haira alternately. His lips were silent to see the flat face of the brother. 

Aware of being the center of Arini's attention, Haira raised her shirt slightly to cover some of her wounds. 

"I want to talk to you." 

Mirza left the dining table. 

Just one step after Mirza, Arini's feet blocked Haira until she fell to the floor. 

Mirza looked over without wanting to help. The man only saw Haira who looked troubled as she stood up. 

"If the road is not only using the feet, but use the eyes as well." 

Arini sipped her drink. Pretending not to be involved with what's going on. 

Patience Haira, this is a test of life that you must live. God will not test her servant at the limit of ability, you are a strong woman and can get through this. Strengthen yourself.

Haira continued her steps following Mirza who had arrived in one of the rooms beside her room. 

In that place there was a table and chairs, some bookshelves lined up neatly on the edge, Haira thought it was a work space. 

Like Arini and Miss Enis, Mirza stared at the wound that filled Haira's white neck. 

From the bottom of his heart, tucked pity, but when remembered with Lunara his anger again peaked. Destroy all the good he wants to do. 

"Forget the incident. Let's just say we never did." 

Haira's two hands clenched perfectly. After taking her chastity, Mirza hands off and asks her to forget everything. 

Ok, fine, Mirza is a man who is easy to sparkle his tongue. What about her as a woman who has lost her honor? Even his pride had been trampled. 

Haira took one step forward approaching Mirza who was turning her back. He gathered all his courage. 

"I know Mr. a lot of money and can buy anything. But you cannot buy my pride. If you want to ruin my life, ok. You've made it. But what would your mother do if she knew about all this, she would definitely scream and feel a very deep wound. He will cry if he knows what you are doing. I promise to forget this, but I won't forget the man who ruined my life."

Haira's eyes began to be flooded with tears, he could no longer stand still and stem his chest-stifling anger. Self-esteem is everything, but now he doesn't have it. 

"Remember. Everything we do will have a payoff, and I'll laugh when it happens, sir." 

Haira turned her body. Wiping away her tears that kept flowing flooded her cheeks. 

For some reason, this time Mirza's lips locked tightly. Let alone to reply to Haira's words, to say a word of inadequacy when his wife was concerned about her dead mother.

After no conversation, Haira came out leaving Mirza still in silent mode.