Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Fainted

Mirza got out of the car after Erkan opened the door. He entered the skyscraper that raised his name. His steps were unstoppable by anyone, as if all that greeted him were statues. His brain is still wandering. Not knowing what he was thinking, Erkan could only read the seriousness of the man. 

Stop in front of the elevator door. Pressing the button. When the door opened, the two of them entered. There were only them until inside the elevator it felt a gripping silence. 

What is Mister thinking? Erkan wanted to ask like that, but he did not have the courage to open his voice until he chose silence. 

The elevator door opened according to the number pressed by the secretary. Just as below, Erkan also followed Mirza's steps which seemed to hold a million mysteries. 

"Today there was no meeting, but there was an invitation from Cargo, they asked Mister to come there."

"Why should I?" sergeant Mirza instantly made Erkan shrink. 

"Alright, Sir. Later I will send people to watch over him," Erkan replied later. Because it is impossible for him to come. 

What's wrong with Mr Mirza, he seems to be thinking about something, but what? Erkan could only ask with his own heart, because there was currently no one to confide in. 

Mirza threw her body on her seat of greatness. Massaging the base of his nose. Like a frustrated person, his face looked flat as if he harbored anger. 

Erkan chose to leave when he saw Mirza's increasingly hideous face. 

The only way to get rid of the shackling problem, Mirza contacted Aslan. Only the man she believes has a way out to help her. 

"Hello, Mir." A special voice greeted accompanied by laughter. 

Mirza rubbed her face violently. During this time he always calm when facing problems, although heavy. 

But this time he really needs input from others. 

"Do you have any medications to relieve stress?" asked Mirza after a few seconds of silence. 

There was laughter from across there. Since when did Mirza ask for a solution to her. Although friendly, they rarely met, even Aslan who often visited his house first. 

"Are you still not able to forget Lunara?" ask Aslan. 

Mirza didn't say. He was increasingly agitated as the shadow of Haira's face continued to cross like a shirt attached to his body. 

"Where are you now?" Mirza switched the conversation. 

"At home."

Without a second thought, Mirza immediately left her room. This time he really felt that his brain had gone crazy.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Mirza immediately sat on the sofa in Aslan's house. Leaning his back with his head up. Closing his eyes for a moment then opening them again to avoid the face of Haira who kept following him. His face was expressionless. 

"Why you?" ask Aslan. He came with two bottles of intoxicating drink. 

"Can't forget Lunara?" I poured a glass of wine for my friend. 

"I don't know how I feel. And I'm confused too. Lately I've been dreaming about someone, and I feel guilty about him too, what's that feeling?" 

Aslan thrust out a glass of drink in front of Mirza who was greeted by the man. Unlike usual who immediately drank, this time Mirza just stared at him. As if he didn't want to bring his problem to run there. 

"Is this about Haira?" guess Aslan again. 

Mirza looked at Aslan with a cynical look, although it was true that the man was guessing, he was still reluctant to be honest. 

"It has nothing to do with him." Saying slowly. He turned his eyes out the window. 

"What about your chest when it's near her?" Aslan continued to pry into Mirza's heart. 

"Degan." Mirza answered quickly. 

"Are you comfortable being around him?" 

Mirza nodded without a sound. 

"Do you also want to see his face? You don't even want to be away from her? If it's like that, it means you're in love with her. Who is the woman who managed to soften your heart as hard as steel? I'm curious?" 

Instantly it was also a pillow floating right on Aslan's face. How can a question be asked with only one answer, and that is yes.

 

I married her just for revenge, and I can't fall in love. 

Tok tok tok tok  

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Mirza's daydream that almost soared above the Clouds. 

The owner of the house opened it. 

"Misel," cried Aslan in surprise. 

The girl named Misella Rahardian smiled sweetly. Looking at Mirza at a glance then refocused on Aslan. 

"Why did you come here?" aslan asked enthusiastically, usually they only met at the club. However, without a promise Mishel came to his house. 

"Did my arrival bother you?" 

"No," Aslan replied without asking Mirza's approval. 

Mikel came in and sat down in front of Mirza. They're blocked by a stretched glass table. There was no greeting, Mirza was still swept away in a feeling that made her anxious. 

"Za, this is the miskel I told you yesterday." 

Miskie stretched her hand out toward Mirza. 

So did Mirza who received that hand. The two shook hands and called each other names. 

"It's nice to meet you, you." 

Miel looks seductive.

Mirza smiled faintly, but her mind still remained immersed with an incomprehensible feeling. 

The phone in Mirza's pocket rang. He immediately lifted it. 

"What's up, Bi?" ask Mirza to the person across the street.

"Miss Haira fainted, sir."

Bi Enis' speech was like lightning striking. I don't know, Mirza's heart ached when she heard that. His body was completely limp. 

I can't worry about him, it's embarrassing. If Aslan finds out, it'll definitely bully me. 

"Call the doctor, I'll be home soon." 

Mirza kept a calm face. He doesn't want to be nervous. While Aslan is still very cool with the person in question. 

"I have to go home, we'll continue later." 

"Who's sick?" ask Aslan.

Mirza was silent, there was no way he could tell the truth, surely his best friend would throw a mockery.

Mirza drove her car at an above average speed. Break through a pretty solid road. For now nothing calms him but the doctor's explanation. 

He stopped his car in the yard. His feet stepped in toward the servants gathered in the central room. 

"How is he doing?" 

"Maybe Haira is just exhausted, sir."

Chequelek

A few minutes later, Haira's room door opened wide. A beautiful woman wearing a white suit immediately approached Mirza. 

"Miss Haira's blood pressure is very low, she needs regular meals and rest. It's possible that a lot of thoughts made his health decline."

Mirza just nodded heavily. Staring at the door of Haira's tightly closed room.

Haira who was in the bathroom felt very anxious. His eyes were fixed on the thing inside the glass. Now his fate is only on that thing. 

I hope Naina's guess is wrong, and I'm just plain sick. Walk slowly closer to him. His hands were shaking lifting the thing

After the count of three, Haira opened her eyes and saw the mark that was on the tool.