Getting Married to a Cruel Man

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Tears flowed profusely over Haira's cheeks when she saw the two red lines perched on the test pack. All over his body the terrace was weak to make it collapse. What an astounding fact. He was sure that the pill was completely swallowed. However, God who is willing turns out to have another plan and leave the creature in his womb. 

His head kept shaking in disbelief at what had happened. It's like a dream. Never tucked in her brain her desire to be a mother, but now having to conceive a baby of a cruel man. 

"It's impossible?" sangkal Haira couldn't believe it. 

His hands raised stroked his stomach which was still flat.

Why do you have to be present in my womb, what is my fault? Haira was only able to speak in her heart. His voice is stuck on the tip of his tongue. His heart was completely broken into pieces.

All the words that Mirza had ever spoken flashed through her brain making Haira afraid. 

You should drink this every day. I don't want you to carry my son. If that happens, you have to drop it. 

"Evacating, it means this child will be killed before he is born."

Haira's hand stalled, picked up the loosened object and put it in her pocket. He got up, looking at his reflection from the mirror. Very depressing. His dream is now melting without rest, there is no hope for happiness. 

"This child is innocent, and he cannot bear my sin. I should be able to get out of here to save her and raise her."

Haira straightened her hair. Then get out, sit on the edge of the bed, stare at the window, think of a way to get out of the house. A house that is considered hell. 

"Who can help me?"

Haira complains about the names of the residents of the house. Finally stop at the name Arini. Only that name is the only hope to be able to escape the entanglement of Mirza. 

"Maybe he can help me get out of here."

Haira got up from her seat and opened the door. Coinciding with that, Mirza walked towards him making Haira look down. 

A pair of feet clad in shiny black shoes stopped in front of Haira. His body is tall. Haira could only stare at half of the man's body. From the bottom of my heart I want to take a hit. But baby, he couldn't do it. 

Mirza looked at Haira's slightly wet hair then turned to the two girls' hands that were clinging to each other. 

His heart was racing like a war. Even so, he still brushed aside Aslan's words and did not want to admit it.

"In the meantime your medicine comes, eat and take regular medicine, I don't want you to get sick."

Just a moment of attention made Haira's chest cool. "Thank you, sir." Haira bowed politely. 

Mirza turned her body. However, after only a few steps, he stopped again without looking. 

"Don't be happy, I just don't want you to keep bothering me" Mirza said. 

I know, whenever you can't care about me. Just saying in my heart. 

"Master," called Haira in a weak voice. Walk up to Mirza and stop behind the man. Gathering all his courage to ask Mirza for permission.

"Can I go out?" asked Haira hesitatingly. He knows it's hard to get permission from Mirza, but he has to keep doing that. There's not much time, before Mirza learns of her pregnancy, Haira must be able to leave the house.

"For what?" asked Mirza in a cold voice. 

"You buy the medicine that I used to drink while in the village. It's not far, near the factory."

Mirza was silent as if thinking of something. After he recalled the traditional medicine shop next to his garment factory, he nodded silently. 

I can finally get out of here. 

Haira approached Bi Enis who was in the park. The road is not too rushed. He tries to stay calm and relaxed. 

"Bi, borrow the money. I don't usually take medicine from a doctor. More suitable traditional medicine," Haira whispered. 

Bi Enis took out a few pieces of money taken from her pocket. 

"Auntie only has this kind of money, if Miss wants more, Auntie can get it again." give it all to Haira. 

Haira counted it and then shook her head. "It's enough, if I have the money, I'll give it back." 

Haira passed immediately. As before, it did not show a suspicious attitude. After Haira's back disappeared behind the gate, Mirza approached the servant. 

"So what did he borrow, Bi?" ask Mirza.

"Borrow money, sir. He said to buy medicine."

Mirza left without comment. Somehow his heart felt excited to hear the narration of bi Enis.

What have I done?

Feeling safe, Haira immediately boarded the vehicle towards the terminal. 

His eyes glazed over with his hands continuously stroking his flat stomach. 

"I'm sorry mommy, honey. Mommy should keep you away from Daddy. Mommy will take care of you alone, we'll live far away from the bad guys who will kill you." 

Haira rubbed her tears that escaped. Strengthening his heart to stay strong for the sake of the fetus that is currently residing in his womb. 

Almost thirty minutes, Haira finally arrived at a terminal. He took the bus to his grandmother's house. There were only a few passengers sitting until Haira chose next to the window. 

The longer the bus was full, the more it made Haira sweat. The cold ac is not able to eliminate the taste of heat that radiates. 

However, suddenly his heart remembered Mirza. 

"I can't go back to Grandma's house, surely Mr. Mirza will look for me there. After all what the villagers say if they know I'm pregnant without a husband, they will definitely insult grandma."

"Stop… "

Haira stopped the driver who was about to take her bus. 

"Sorry, Sir. I'm on the wrong track." Haira got off the bus. He walked to another bus with a different destination. He considered the right place to anchor himself. Live a new life with your child later. 

"I'm sorry, Grandma. This time I can't go back with you. But I promise I'll be back when my son is born."

For almost an hour Mirza's eyes kept staring at the gate. Anxiety began to envelop when remembering Haira who never came. In fact, the distance between the factory and his house only ranged thirty minutes, it was commuting, but this was more than the time it should have been, and Haira had no signs of going home.

Mirza reached into the phone from her pants pocket and contacted Erkan. 

"Do you need me?" ask Erkan from across the phone. 

"Haira came out, he said he wanted to buy medicine next to the factory. Now you look for him. Take it home. If necessary check to the place he had been to while working in the factory." 

"Good, Sir."