Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Abrogating

Mirza leaning on the herboard. Looking out the window. His dizziness subsided after taking the medicine Erkan had given. He pulled out a blanket. His feet moved down, then walked towards the closet. Looking at his face from the mirror. There was nothing wrong, only his heart that was currently unfriendly to the circumstances. 

"You should be able to, Za."

Encouraging himself to forget Haira. Mirza grabbed her phone that was ringing. He stuck it in his ear while sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Sir, the eviction will be done right now" said the person behind the flat object. 

"Faster is better" Mirza replied later. 

"But __" There was another heavy sound to continue. 

"But what? Don't tell me they don't want to be evicted, I've already given a big reward."

Mirza's chest began to evaporate, only that problem was often heard during land evictions. 

"There was one woman who did not want to move out of her place. Though the land still belongs to PT." 

"What?" peekit Mirza's. "All right, I'll be there soon."

Mirza hurried to change her clothes. This time he wears a black branded shirt with matching jeans. 

"There are only villagers, if evicted there must be many reasons, but that is not the right."

Mirza meets Erkan and Aslan, informing them of the problems that exist in the mining. 

"When it's hard to face the villagers, Za." Following Mirza's wide steps that began to exit the hotel. 

"The problem is not that, but the land is still mine," snapped Mirza stopped her steps, making Aslan's eel hit the man's wide back. 

They still speak Turkish to be the center of attention of everyone who passes, while Erkan who little by little can speak Indonesian is only silent for as long as it is not needed to talk. 

Thirty minutes, Mirza finally arrived at the location. Many people came to him. Of the many people, they seemed fine, some even clapped their hands when Mirza's car stopped. 

"It looks like they're fine-fine" Aslan said, seeing one by one the residents standing on the right left side of the road. Scratching his head that is not itchy. 

Mirza got out of the car. He saw several houses that were included in the map. That means those who are guilty, not him, then his eyes are on the little boy who is sitting alone under the scorching heat. 

"Who is he?" mirza asked, turning her head towards the boy who saw his back. 

"That's the daughter of the woman I mean, sir. Looks like he did deliberately use his son to get in our way." A foreman gave a report, as if cornering Haira. 

Mirza's feet slowly approached the boy. Then sit next to him. Looking in the same direction. 

"What are you doing here?" ask Mirza without looking. 

"Waiting for God to send Daddy for me" said Kemal, looking up, looking at Mirza's handsome face, then leaning his head towards Mirza's body. Inhaling deeply the scent of perfume that was attached to the man's body. 

Mirza was a little astonished by the boy's tone, although in Indonesian, it was still when the pinned call for a father sounded strange. 

"Where is your Daddy going?" ask Mirza again. 

"Said Mommy, Daddy will never be among us." 

Mirza turned to Kemal. 

Deg 

Mirza's heart stopped beating. His body froze when he saw Kemal's familiar face. It was like his shadow when he was a child. 

Had I not told Haira to take the pill, she would have given birth to a child this handsome. But right now, I'm not only losing a child, but also Haira. 

Clear circles accidentally flowed down Mirza's cheeks. He immediately rubbed and smiled. Looking back, looking at some children who were engrossed in playing, then turned to look at Kemal again who was very different from them. His nose was sharp with brown eyes and white skin and slightly blond hair. Show me that it's not a village boy. 

"Come, Om," replied Mirza quietly. Received Mirza's hand and held her tightly. 

Mirza's body felt vibrating when she touched Kemal's flickering finger, she did not know the feeling that enveloped her at this time. 

"Why don't you play with them?" tanya Mirza pointed to some children who were busy playing in the residential area. 

Kemal shook without a sound. His face dimmed even more considering Toni who often mocked him. Nor would he be friends with her because he had no toys.

"How, Master. What should I do with the house?" The Haira house. 

Mirza raised her hand, indicating that she told them to stop for a moment. 

"Will you live in that house?" ask Mirza. 

Kemal nodded. 

"With anyone?"

"Just Mommy, don't get evicted, Om. Poor mommy doesn't have a place to live anymore. He no longer has money. Every day you have to pay electricity, water, pay debts at the stall, buy tempeh and rice." Kemal counted with his finger. 

For a long time his heart as hard as a rock was now withered hearing the words of Kemal who looked clear. 

"Erkan, you told the others to cancel the eviction. Looks like this location is wide enough to make a new project."

"Good, Sir." After hearing Mirza's words, Erkan told everyone to get rid of the heavy equipment. 

"Now Kemal just go home. Kemal could occupy that house forever." 

Kemal got up from his seat, then hugged Mirza. 

"Thank you, Om. Kemal will tell mommy about this. Let him not cry anymore."

There was a warmth that Mirza could not express with words. Kemal's tiny body seemed to treat his gundahn taste all this time. 

"Was her mommy Kemal crying often?" mirza asked probing, his heart was like a thousand knives to hear Kemal's words that pitched. 

Kemal nodded. "Bu Jamilah often scolded mommy, she said women are poor and like to tease people's husbands." 

Kemal said as when Bu Jamilah shouted in front of his mommy.

Is Kemal's mother a widow? Just asking in my heart. 

"Can I come to Kemal's house?" ask Mirza. 

Kemal let go of his embrace. He looked down, remembering the word mommy who should not be close to strangers. 

"Om just want to take shelter on the porch of Kemal's house, it's hot in here." 

Kemal nodded heavily. Afraid that her mommy is angry that she has brought a stranger home. However, he could not refuse the request of people who had done good to him.

Mirza grabbed Kemal's petite body and carried her. Traverse some of the people who filled the place. 

The boy looks like Mirza, Aslan said in his heart. 

"Mommy," Kemal shouted as he opened the front door. 

Mirza stood in the doorway. Look where Kemal is going. 

"Mommy, I'm home."

A beautiful woman came out from behind making Mirza's eyes widen.