Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Tocid

On the island of Borneo, Indonesia. Seven years later 

In the small house made of kalsibot with a blackened roof, the knock of the hunting door surprised Haira who was making cake batter. He also heard the voice of a familiar woman nagging at the door. 

"Well, why else would you come here?" 

Haira put down the mixer then took a little dough in the mold and carried it out. Prepare weapons to drive the woman away if she dares to make fun of him.

Hiding one hand back, while the other turns the knob. 

Seemed a woman who was slim and face filled with acne was pecking on the porch of his house. He clutched tightly onto the six-year-old boy. It was Haira's son named Kemal.

His eyes glared as if showing immense anger.

This time, Haira's patience was exhausted when she saw her son shed tears with a chest that was deflated. He pulled Kemal until the boy was behind him. Then shut the door. 

"You never educated your son?" Ms. Jamilah spoke with both hands crossed. It was as if he was better than Haira.

"What did my son do, did he steal in your house?" ask Haira who is not less tatus. 

"Not stealing, rather robbing." 

At once Haira rubbed Bu Jamilah's face with the cake batter she brought. Flattened until his whole face was not seen in the slightest.

The mixture of flour and eggs and sugar that adorn the face of Bu Jamilah like a mask. 

It was Jamilah who felt her eyes closed that screamed. His hand groped towards the wall to lean.

"Based on a crazy woman, how dare you do this to me." He pointed towards Haira. However, he instead pointed to the new RT sir coming. 

"Okay, I'll bring it to my husband." 

"Please, if your husband comes here I just take him to the room, surely he does not refuse" threatened Haira. And it is often spoken to those who always bully him. 

Her very beautiful face makes the villagers like her, including the men who are married. Moreover, Mr. Salim, Jamilah Bu's husband even often teases him which makes Haira disgusted. However, he felt victorious because he could use them when his wife scolded him and Kemal. 

"Based on cheap women, it's appropriate to have a Caucasian child, it must be the result of an illegal relationship," the impression does not want to lose. 

Mr. RT just held back from laughing at Bu Jamilah's very funny face. However, it was also a pity to see Haira who continued to be a monthly month citizen with her unclear status. 

While living in that place. Haira never gave any information or anything about her. Even he hid the name of Kemal's father which made the residents gossip about him.

"Whatever the mother said, the important thing is my son is more handsome than Toni, his body fat, black, curly hair, I'm not sure if it's Mr. Salim's son, lest the mother cheated ya."

Haira's not out of her mind. He could always make everyone angry at him. Although sometimes fragile, still he forced strong for the sake of Kemal.

Ms. Jamilah stomped her feet and left with a more upset heart. 

Haira looked at Mr. RT with a cynical look. Because, the wife of the man standing in front of him was often hit him for reasons that are not clear. 

"What's the matter with RT here?" asked Haira wiping her hand which still had the remaining flour. 

"I just want to say that the landowners here will displace all the buildings, including your house."

At that instant Haira's eyes were perfectly rounded. His tongue felt faint and could not say anything. The words of RT sir like lightning that struck made all over Haira's body die.

This must not be allowed, pity Kemal. 

"But, Sir. What about me and Kemal?" asked Haira with teary eyes. 

For him, sleeping under a bridge or under a tree was fine, but he could not let Kemal feel the way he felt a few years ago. 

Mr. RT breathed heavily. He could not have taken Haira and Kemal in his house which would have been a badr war. However, he must convey what must be conveyed. 

"Sorry, Ra. I'm just running errands. Excuse me."

Haira looked at the back of RT sir who started to move away. Drop by drop her tears poured down her cheeks. 

"What should I do? There's no way I'm taking Kemal away from here, what if Mr. Mirza knows where I am. I don't want to break a promise to her, but I'm not ready to part with my son." 

Haira went inside. Staring at Kemal who was sitting with his head lowered. Haira knew that her son was holding back an overwhelming fear. His clenched hands trembled as he approached her. 

"Mommy," said Kemal hesitated. Glanced at Haira at a glance then lowered his head again. 

"Now say! What else did you take from her son Jamilah?" asked Haira in a soft voice. Even though his chest had wanted to explode, it still held him back. 

Kemal reached into his pants pocket and showed me a white mini remote. 

"Tomorrow to give it back, or you won't snack for a month."

Kemal nodded without a sound. Put the cars on the table, then hug Haira's knees tightly. 

Forgive mommy, son. Mommy promised to buy a toy if we have money. Mommy will work even harder so we can go home. 

"Mommy, can I ask you a question?" ask Kemal lirih. Raising his head, looked at Haira who was busy wiping her tears. 

"Can Kemal ask what?"

Haira sat down beside Kemal. Bringing the boy to his lap. Tidying up the hair that covered her forehead.

"I don't have a Daddy like Toni and Rio. They're hugged by Daddy every day, why doesn't my Daddy ever come home?"

Haira. What he should say. Haira had been lying to Kemal all this time, and he felt he could no longer do that.

"Not to expect Daddy's presence. At any moment, he will never be among us. Don't ask me that again."

Kemal nodded in understanding.

Haira never forgets what happened at Mirza's house. Although he had been away for years, still the man's words were still ringing in his ears. Going to Indonesia and leaving Turkey is not the goal. However, fate brought him until now he could see his son present to the world.

"Mommy, am I hungry?" Kemal stroked his stomach which began to sound.

Haira carried the boy towards the dining room. Opening the hood then sitting Kemal.

"The weather's tempe again?" ask Kemal lazily.

It sounded slashing, but Haira still smiled and gave a reasonable explanation.