Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Make a letter of agreement

Haira's lips incessantly pleaded with some of the policemen passing in front of the cell. Putting on a face and asking for forgiveness. His ten fingers continued to clutch the iron assembly that was locking him up at this moment. His eyes were puffy and reddened. His face withered with messy hair.

"Obati your wounds!" An officer came with ointment and cotton. Throwing towards Haira without opening the door. 

Haira took it without asking. It was just free, they would not take it, let alone listen to his words. 

For others, he is nothing. Only a little rabbit has no right to defend itself. All are only on the side of those who have wealth and power. 

He sat down and cleaned every wound on his body. Cleans the blood that begins to dry. It turned out that the wound did not hurt as much as his heart that was now slashed. 

How the fate of Jubaida's grandmother and Nada the younger brother, surely they will wonder about the news of him who is now languishing in prison. What would happen if he was sentenced to life as Mirza said.

"I must do something so that grandma and Nada will not hear this news."

Haira's eyes began to narrow. It should be his time to rest after a full day of work. However, he had to struggle with his brain looking for a way to get out of his current place. 

"Sir, help me!" haira said to the umpteenth time. 

The police on guard just stared without wanting to get close. It was common for all prisoners to be released for various reasons. 

"I am innocent" Haira continued with her voice growing hoarse and almost exhausted. After no response, he was forced to accept his fate. 

He landed his body on a very cold floor. There was not the slightest pedestal to warm her body, even Haira used both her hands as a pillow. 

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

The funeral is over, and now all the memories remain. A day that should be happy turns into sorrow. The wreath now turned into a speech of condolence for the calamity that befell. 

Mirza put on her sunglasses again and got out of the car. Trying hard not to shed tears. Although the wound was very deep, he had to rise from the slump. 

"Sorry, I just came." A heavy voice greeted in front of the gate. A handsome, burly man hugged the listless looking Mirza. 

"No papa." Mirza patted the broad shoulder of Aslan the friend while smiling forcefully. The two walked in parallel and entered, followed by several aides on duty. 

"I heard that the man who hit Lunara has been caught" Aslan said. 

Mirza's breaking the table. When he remembered Haira's face, his anger again peaked in the crown and wanted to finish off the woman immediately. 

His gaze returned sharply as he observed the photo of Luna still on the wall of the living room. The girl's sweet smile was as if it wouldn't be lost in memory. 

"I'm going to finish him off slowly, he has to feel what I'm feeling right now." Clenched both hands with unblinking eyes. 

Aslan was goosebumps hearing those words, Mirza's body was like being possessed by a cursed demon that had no mercy. 

"Excuse me, sir," said Erkan who had just arrived. 

Hemmm 

That was only Mirza's answer when she opened her glasses. 

"The girl's name is Haira, originally from the suburbs and working in a garment factory owned, sir. She lives with her grandmother and sister, and is currently the backbone of the family. They were just poor families and had nothing."

What could be destroyed other than his body and self-esteem.

Mirza smiled cunningly at the explanation from Erkan. 

Mirza turned her head towards the study. After Erkan left, Mirza left Aslan. Following the secretary's steps. 

Mirza was standing in front of the window with both hands stuffed into her pants pocket. Back to Erkan who was behind the door. 

Nothing is difficult for Mirza, anything she can control, including Haira's life. However, he will find the right way for all of it. 

"I'll marry her." 

Instantly Erkan rounded his eyes. His chest rumbled with an unrelenting heartbeat. I don't know what Mirza's going to do, Erkan has a bad feeling. 

"Ap... What do you mean, sir?" erkan asked interrupted, even he grabbed the tissue on the table to wipe the increasingly heavy sweat through his pores. 

"Create a letter of agreement, and write it in detail. After she married me, she was mine. If he agrees, I'll release him from prison. But if not, he'll spend his life in bui for eternity." 

There was a terrible smile that rose in the corner of Mirza's lips, Erkan knew the meaning of all that, but he could neither prevent nor avoid. 

Black covenant on white already made. Erkan wrote as Mirza wished. He read aloud the writing of the wedding ceremony under the guise of punishment. 

"Last coin, I hereby give up my whole life for Mr. Mirza." Erkan's voice sounded so loud that it echoed throughout the room. 

Mirza laughed out loud. The rules made him satisfied, not even anything he was sure if Haira would choose her. 

The sound of knocking on the door stopped Mirza and Erkan's conversation. The secretary opened the door staring at the incoming man. 

"Well, you're here? Mr. Mirza won't be disturbed" said Erkan ketus. 

"I'm just delivering this." He showed me a cup of black coffee in his hand. 

Erkan widened his door letting the woman in. 

"Sorry, Brother. I don't mean to interrupt, I just don't want you to dissolve in grief."

Mirza raised her hand. "Get out of here, I don't want to meet anyone, including you," Mirza said in a cynical tone.

I want you to see when you hate me, Za. But I won't stay still, now I haven't got you, but later, I'm sure you'll get to my knees. 

The woman left the room with an upset heart.

"Arini" said someone behind the stairs. 

Yes, that woman was Arini. She is Mirza's cousin, but also loves her sister a lot. Even his love did not subside even though Mirza was almost married. For Arini, Mirza belongs to no one, including Lunara. 

"Ayla, why are you here?" tanya Arini approached Ayla who was in the doorway. 

Aslan who had not left was just staring at the two women.

"I want to meet Mirza. I'm gonna give you this." He held a white box in his hand. 

Arini just stared without even touching her. 

"What's that?" ask Arini to investigate. Look hatefully at every woman who approaches her sister.

"Just a condolence speech, with this I'm sure Mirza will quickly forget about Lunara."

"Give it to me, let me give it to Mirza's sister, now she's resting." 

Ayla had to give the box with a heavy heart.