Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Doldrums

The events when Mirza claimed Haira's virginity turned out to traumatize the girl. Haira is often delirious and occasionally screams hysterically when reminded of that time. It was as if it was the most terrifying specter that continued to haunt Haira. 

Her chest felt tight to withstand the pain of Mirza's behavior on her. Not only in terms of physical Mirza hurt him, but the man has created an inner wound that will imprint all over Haira's body. I don't know when it can be healed. 

Time keeps passing. Haira lived her day with great pressure. He could do nothing but follow his painful life. 

Unlike usual who was filled with enthusiasm, this morning Haira felt weak. Let alone to get out of the room, to go to the bathroom he had to crawl. 

"I can't be sick. I have to be strong." 

Haira looked at her face from the reflection of the mirror. His cheeks look thin and his eyelids look prominent. He believes the lack of sleep and difficulty eating that makes him thin. 

"How are grandma and Tone? Where did they get the money, and I've been locked up here for almost two months." 

The sound of knocking made Haira turn her head. He dragged his heavy feet to open the door. 

Mirza is coming. This was the first time the man had come straight to his room. Whether there is any wind, Haira was reluctant to just ask. His heart was frozen until he no longer cared about anyone around him.

The two looked at each other without talking to each other. Wrestling with each other's brains. 

Mirza is neat in a navy suit with matching pants. The shirt in white as well as the tie pattern of the line make the man perfectly handsome. However, Haira did not want to admire the creature standing in front of her. For whatever sake he hated it so much, even that hatred could not be measured by the things in this world. 

In contrast to Haira, Mirza felt a strange tremor in her chest as she looked at Haira's face from close range. However, he brushed off the poetry that is often read through social media. Mirza believes her love is only for a Lunara, and that no one will be able to replace her. 

Why is his face so pale? Is he sick? Mirza just said in her heart.

There was a worried stroke that pierced Mirza's chest when she saw Haira's lips turn blue. He tried to shake off that feeling and win his arrogance. 

"Does your Master need anything?" After a few minutes of silence, Haira finally opened her voice. 

"This morning you haven't prepared breakfast for me." Turning his body away left Haira. 

Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Haira did not go straight to the kitchen, but returned to the room when the dizziness returned. 

He opened the drawer and took out a pill caplet that was there. It wasn't the Pill Mirza was given, but the headache medicine that yesterday was taken from the medicine box. 

Before Haira drank it, the knocking on the door shocked her to the point that the pill she had in her hand dropped. "Who the hell, why not patience?"

Haira had to open the door to hold her head that felt like it was going to break. 

Although it wasn't Mirza, it was still that person making Haira's eyes hurt. Who else if not Arini. 

"What's wrong?" asked Haira staring at Arini's overly sexy appearance. 

"Make me a meat toast. Now!" arini stressed. 

Not her sister, not her sister the same. Haira grumbled in her heart, passing Arini's body which was still pecking at the door of her room. 

For the umpteenth time Haira felt uncomfortable with her body. This time it was not his head that hurt but his stomach that felt nauseous when kissing fried fish. 

"Bi, can I just hang out in the bathroom for a second?" haira said with quivering lips holding something that had almost arrived at the throat. 

Bi Enis nodded. Help Haira open the door. Naina who saw the incident just stared suspiciously. 

"Don't she get pregnant" said Naina, loudly making all the servants in the kitchen turn to her. 

"When pregnant, why? Is she Mr Mirza's wife?" One of them denied. 

Naina took one step forward. Approaching the woman in front of him. "Maybe Mr. Mirza wants to have a child from the womb of a kingpin like Haira. I'm sure Mr. Mirza will ask Haira to abort him."

Haira who was already behind the door gasped. All over her body shook violently when she heard Naina's words, even Mirza's warning at that time flashed through her brain. 

"When I took the Pill, there was no way I was pregnant."

Haira undoes her intention to come out. He chose to listen to the conversation of all the servants in the kitchen. 

After a bit of silence, Haira opened the bathroom door. Pretending not to hear anything and resuming his activities. 

Although Haira tried to brush off Naina's words, the fact was that there was a scar of fear that began to fill her chest. 

What if it happens. Haira couldn't imagine her life anymore if Mirza's seeds were actually embedded in her womb. There are only two options, dead or accepted.to be Glora's mistress. 

After preparing the food at the dining table, Haira went straight to the room. He grabbed the calendar on the nightstand and looked at it. 

"I should have been menstruating, but why not yet, is this the effect of the Pill taken every day?"

Haira put that calendar to origin. Then switch to taking a pack of pregnancy-preventing pills. 

Read it carefully the writing in the brochure. All the steps taken are correct. However, Haira was still afraid. 

"I'd better test it to make sure I'm not pregnant. But how do I buy it, while Mr. Mirza won't let me out of here." 

Haira twisted her brain, looking for a way to buy the device without the knowledge of Mirza and the others. 

At the end of the river, an old woman stared at the station near her house. The evening always pray and hope the grandson returns. Almost two months of no news worried him. 

She is Zubaida's grandmother, Haira's grandmother. 

"Grandma" said the beautiful girl from behind. Clutching the grandmother's old body tightly. 

"She, you just got home."

"What grandma is waiting for sister," said Nada to sit next to grandma. Both are looking in the same direction. 

"Yes, I don't know why I've been worried lately. Your brother has no news. Grandma was afraid she was all right.'' The faces of the two were sad with no expression. Clear circles escaped wetting the wrinkled cheeks of Zubaida's grandmother.