Getting Married to a Cruel Man

The presence of warmth

For the umpteenth of a second Mirza was fixated. His eyes did not blink with his lips locked. It was like a dream for him. For seven years Mirza dissolved in regret for her actions. Sometimes he thought that the person in front of him was dead. He drowned with a deep sense of guilt. But now, God gave an answer, he was met with a woman who was still his wife. 

Haira pulled Kemal's tiny body and leaned against the wall. His head kept shaking. His chest held an extremely overwhelming fear. 

His very handsome face did not make Haira forget, until what Mirza had done to him came to pass. 

"Master Mirza, sir" Haira said without looking. 

"Haira.." Finally the call escaped Mirza's lips straightforwardly. 

Cold sweat soaked Haira's skin. Wanting to run, yet he was deadlocked, wanting to speak fearfully. Afraid that Mirza would scold him and beat him like that. 

So Kemal's mother is Haira, then who's his Daddy? Why did Kemal say his daddy would never be present among them?

Mirza digested every word the boy had said. Look at the mother and child alternately. 

"Can I come in?" asked Mirza hesitantly. Although he is more powerful and can do whatever he wants, but he feels currently a guest who must ask permission from the owner. 

"Mommy, his Om asking?" Kemal pulled the edge of Haira's shirt as the woman looked dumb. 

"Please, sir," replied Haira nervously. 

Why did Mr. Mirza find me. What if he kills Kemal. 

"Tidaaac…" 

Haira screamed and cried hysterically. Carrying Kemal's body and taking him to the room. Closing the door loudly, indicating that he was very scared.

Mirza just silently stared at the tightly shut door. Curse himself who might be like a monster in Haira's eyes. Movement's choked. Haira was able to make him weak helpless. 

Hearing the scream from inside made Erkan come in and approach Mirza. 

"What's up, Mister?" ask Erkan. 

"There's nothing. You just get out!" tell Mirza slowly. 

Erkan's vegetables heard a woman's cry, but he could do nothing but comply with Mirza's request. 

After a few minutes of struggling with her brain, Mirza moved away from her seat. Knocking on the door, where Kemal and Haira came in. 

"Ra, open the door!" mirza lirih. 

Haira tightened her embrace. Not letting Kemal get away from him. 

"Mommy…" 

Kemal looked at Haira's face that looked chaotic. His hands stretched out, wiping away the tears that kept wetting Haira's cheeks. 

"Om it's good, Mommy don't be afraid. He promised me he wouldn't move our house."

"Ra, you open the door now, or I'll break it" Mirza said, running out of patience. 

"Mommy, later if it breaks down the door, who will actually, Mommy does not have money. Let me open it." 

Kemal sagged, then ran and opened the door. 

A sweet smile greeted Mirza who was pecking in front of Kemal's room. 

"Erkan," cried Mirza calling the secretary. 

Erkan approached Mirza. 

"Take Kemal play outside." 

Erkan directly carried the tiny body of Kemal and took him away. 

Mirza opened Haira's room door wide. His eyes walked through the room that looked narrow and simple. The curtains are made of fabric and the bed looks fragile. The ceiling perforated to show its precariousness. 

His gaze stopped on the figure of the woman sitting on the floor by clutching her knees. Mirza's feet swung towards him. 

"Why did you leave me?" mirza started the conversation. 

"Didn't you promise that you would serve the sentence for life?" coined. Staring at Haira's slightly dull hair. 

Mirza snorted her nose as she smelled a pungent scent from under the bed. It turned out that it came from a burning mosquito repellent. 

Did Haira and Kemal always wear this? 

Mirza took it and threw it out the window. He lifted Haira's body and took her to the bed, then sat her down quietly.

Mirza closed the window curtain and sat down next to Haira. No matter the bed linen that is far below standard, which certainly makes Mirza comfortable.

"Sa..i __"

"You lied to me, Ra. And you know what the consequences are for the man who broke his promise."

Mirza smiled faintly. Glanced at Haira who looked terrified. 

"I'm sorry, Sir. I __" Again Haira's speech was cut off as Mirza hugged her without warning. 

Uh, what is this, why is Mr. Mirza nice to me, is he possessed by a good genie right now. Or is this his way of bringing me back. 

Haira looked up, looking closely at Mirza's face. 

Just like her, Mirza was seen repeatedly rubbing her cheeks filled with tears.

Haira leaned her head against Mirza's chest. Listen to the man's heartbeat. Her fear vanished as the husband's burly hand continued to hold her. The warmth she had longed for from a husband, but she never got even once.

"Now tell me, who is Kemal's father? Why did he say that his Daddy would never attend." 

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Haira's heart was beating fast. That's what he was afraid of, and Mirza ended up questioning his son's identity. 

"Daddy Kemal is dead. That's why I talk to him like that."

It turns out Kemal's father wasn't me.

Mirza was very disappointed with Haira's words. In fact, he was full of hope if the woman mentioned his name, but all that was just a desire that would never be realized. 

Wanting to be angry, but what a force, Mirza has no right to do that anymore.

He's your son, your flesh and blood, but I don't want it until you take him away from me. 

Mirza let go of his embrace, then cupped both of Haira's cheeks. The voice that had been neatly arranged suddenly collapsed. He has not been able to uncover a fact that envelops him. 

"I'm sorry, Ra." Mirza fused her forehead with Haira's forehead. His hand continued to stroke the woman's cheek gently. 

There was no answer, Haira was still trying to digest what Mirza said. He doesn't want to be confident, and thinks Mirza is his master as he used to be. 

"Om, I want to ride that one." 

Kemal's shout from outside made Haira smile. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to uncover everything, but that fear seemed to pull him to the point that his lips had to lie. 

"Do you want to come home with me?" pinta Mirza is hopeful.

Haira's face dimmed. Her lips were heavy to answer. He did not want to repeat those times. Pity Kemal if he had to witness his suffering. 

"But __"

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Mirza landed her finger on Haira's lips. "We will live a new life, like a husband and wife. You'll be Glora's mistress in our house."

Haira again sobbed in Mirza's arms. To express the happiness he never had.