Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Contrition

The bitter memories of seven years ago led Mirza to become a quiet person. He will only talk about work, the rest choose to be silent. Haira's departure made her life empty. Drowning with endless guilt. 

For the past seven years Mirza has spent her time working and being alone. Trying to forget Haira. However, the more he did that his heart grew sicker. The wound is deep and severe. 

Haira disappeared like swallowed by the earth. At least Mirza didn't get any evidence of where the woman went. Are alive or dead. If he is alive how he is. Whether you get a comfortable place or just the opposite. That's the question Mirza has been asking until now. 

"What's wrong? Think Haira?" chirps Aslan who is sitting next to Mirza. 

"Sokot know." Mirza looked out the window. In addition to hiding his chaotic face, also enjoyed the scenery below. 

This is the first time he visited a coal mining company in Indonesia. He invited the man to accompany him. Although sometimes infuriated by doing Aslan who often teases him, still only the man who understands himself. 

"I know you miss him." Aslan put on a serious face. He was concerned about what happened to his friend. "I have a solution to your problem." 

Mirza turned her head for a moment, looking at Aslan's grim-looking face. 

"What?" ask Mirza enthusiastically. This time he wished Aslan was really serious about his words. 

"Married to Ayla or Misel, surely you can forget about Haira."

Hoek 

From earlier Mirza withstood the nausea, but after hearing the names of two women who did not enter his criteria, he immediately spilled his entrails in Aslan's lap. 

All the passengers turned to Mirza and Aslan who sounded excited.

"Mirzaaa.'' cried Aslan with both hands clenched. Slap a punch to the seat in front of him.

Mirza rubbed her lips with a tissue and leaned her back. Not caring about Aslan who continues to grumble and swear he got a flirtatious widow candidate. 

Erkan who was sitting behind them only held back a laugh seeing Aslan who was busy wiping his pants. Prepare some boxes of tissue for the man. Fortunately only clear and not disgusting liquid. Mirza deliberately did not eat anything before she left. 

Upon arriving at the airport, Mirza saw a clock coiling in her hand. Following Erkan's steps towards the car that had been prepared for him. 

"We go to the hotel first, I'm going to rest, my head's dizzy." Mirza massaged her temples that felt shrill. 

Aslan helped grease the wind oil on Mirza's neck. Even though it had been upset, it still seemed to have vanished seeing Mirza's slightly pale face. 

An extraordinary greeting was presented by the hotel to the billionaire when he set foot in the hotel provided. However, this time Mirza directly barged in regardless of them. He really did not want to meet or talk to anyone other than Erkan and Aslan.

He contacted several staff. Notify if Mirza has arrived and will soon to the location after unwind. 

On the other side

The sound of heavy machinery arriving sounded terrible in Haira's ears. He chose to lock himself in the room. Do not want to look weak when in front of the citizens, surely they will laugh when they see his sadness. 

Since the arrival of Mr. RT, Haira can not sleep, he thought about the fate of Kemal next if his house was evicted. Where he lives and live his life again. It was as if his suffering was endless until he was bored of life.

Haira wiped her tears and tried to close her eyes. Decompose drowsiness because all night watching.

Kemal peeked behind the slightly open door. Seeing the many excavators passing in front of his house made the boy's eyes stunned. 

Wanting out, afraid of being scolded by his Mommy, he finally could only pop his head between the doors. All this time he could only see from a distance, but this time Kemal could see the tool more closely. In fact, he could see the driver clearly. 

Mommy must be sleeping now. 

Kemal stared at the dining room that was still a mess. His feet swung close to the table. He took all the dirty dishes back and washed them. Dunking the table until it looks clean. 

Mommy wouldn't be mad if I played. 

Walk slowly open the door, then close it again slowly until noiseless. 

Kemal saw some of his friends who also followed the tool from behind. He ran towards them. 

Kemal approached Toni and thrust a mini car that was already in his pants pocket. 

"This is yours, but invite me to be friends, yes" said Kemal plain. 

Toni scrambles toys rough. "No, you don't have a father, so don't be friends with us." Pointing some friends. 

Kemal's eyes are glazed. His hands itchy want to grab Toni curly hair, but it's impossible he did remember his smaller self. he was afraid of being ganged Toni cs if fighting. 

Even though they did not want to be friends, Kemal continued to follow them from behind. 

"When my father comes home, he'll buy a toy car like that." Designate some heavy equipment neatly lined up in an empty area of land. 

"Wow, me too, same giant robot," added another. 

Kemal smiled faintly at their words, while he could only reason without certainty. Although often ridiculed, do not make him kapok and continue to want to make friends. 

"Hi, what are you doing here? Back off!" snapped at someone who had just come out loud.

Toni and Irfan immediately ran away from the place, while Kemal was still standing there alone. 

The man wearing the orange uniform kept pushing Kemal's tiny body until he staggered and almost fell. 

"You're so stubborn yes, go home quickly, or this tool will scratch your house now," he added, pointing to Kemal's face that looked pale. 

Although he was only six years old, Kemal understood the words of the person in front of him. 

"Don't uncle, pity Mommy." 

Kemal pulled the end of the man's shirt. However, his extremely small body was too easily thrown to the ground. 

"Free, you cry blood and your house will still be destroyed." 

"Fuckin…" 

An unfamiliar voice called from behind. The boy turned his head, walking slowly towards his mommy who was standing not far from him. 

Haira smiled, grabbed Kemal and held him tightly. The boy's fear vanished already as he got a warm hug from his mommy.

"Nobody will displace our house. Mommy will keep it. You don't be afraid. Now that we're home, mommy's already bought fried chicken for you."

Kemal cheered with excitement, finally he could eat fried chicken after a few months of always eating tempe.