Getting Married to a Cruel Man

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Haira and Mirza were sitting next to the house. Enjoy the beautiful scenery around the coal mine. Breathing the afternoon wind. They could see happiness on Kemal's face. All this time the boy rarely laughed, but this time continued to show his white teeth. Especially when Erkan took him on an excavator, and it was one of Kemal's dreams that could now be realized. 

"Is Kemal's daddy Turkish too?" Mirza thrusting a canned drink in front of Haira. 

Haira nodded slowly. Take the drink and gulp it. His hand waved towards the baby who was engrossed in playing with Erkan. 

"You're still my wife, why get married?"

Haira turned her head then left Mirza without a word. He entered the house to avoid questions that could not be answered. 

After Haira disappears along with the door closed, Aslan approaches Mirza. 

"I didn't expect you and Haira to meet here" Aslan said. 

The reason, Mirza's search was limited to one country, and he himself never thought if Haira would run that far. 

"Yes, but he's already got another boy." Saying in low tones. Regretful because he who used to not want to have children from Haira's womb, is now in love with Kemal. 

"You mean?"

"Kemal is Haira's son with another man."

Aslan stroked his chin. Look at Mirza and Kemal in turn. 

"You're sure Kemal's someone else's son?" ask Aslan to investigate. 

Mirza nodded quickly, "Haira herself said that."

Aslan split open the sun and carried Kemal and sat down beside Mirza. He called a few people to stand in front of Mirza and Kemal. Being in the middle of handsome people does not make Kemal afraid, he is even happy with those who are friendly to him.

"Do Mister Mirza and Kemal look alike?" ask Aslan to them. 

"Yes sir," Erkan who replied without thinking like the others. 

The few neatly lined foremen nodded then lowered their heads. Impregnated every word that slid from Aslan's lips. 

Mirza looked at Kemal who was smiling towards her. 

"I'm sure Kemal is your son."

Instantly, the bodies of the foremen shook violently at Aslan's words. During this time they often scold Kemal for no reason. Then, what if what Aslan said was true. Their fate would definitely be at the tip of the horn. 

Who are Haira and Kemal? Why did Mr Aslan say it was Mr Mirza's son? Gawat, I can be fired if I get to Kemal to complain. 

They asked each other their own hearts.

"Now you think logic. If she's married to someone else and has children, why would she have to run this far."

If Kemal is my son, why should Haira lie. 

Mirza clenched her hands perfectly. His jaw hardened showing his rising anger. 

"Erkan, you know what you have to do?" ask Mirza later. 

"Good, Mr.“

Erkan pulled out a few strands of Mirza and Kemal's hair and put them in a plastic bag, then he contacted someone to take care of everything. 

"Kemal.." cried Haira from the front. Approaching the still faithful Kemal sat beside Mirza. 

Mirza smiled slightly. Hiding his anger that began to rise due to Haira's lies.

"You haven't eaten." Haira brought a plate of rice with a side dish of tempe.

Kemal smilingly took the plate and directly devoured his food in front of Mirza. 

"Fuck, don't eat!" Mirza grabbed the plate in the boy's hand and placed it down. "Then you will eat at the restaurant."

Haira who had just taken a few steps away was forced to turn her body again. Furrowing her brows looked at Mirza's possessive-looking attitude.

"I'm used to eating that, sir." Haira said calmly. Looked at Mirza who was walking towards him. 

"From today you will not eat like that again, come with me home" Mirza said seriously. His heart ached like a big stone to see their very sad state. If so, it would be like flying over a cloud, while Haira and Kemal drown in a murky sea and look for a way out.

"Where to go, Om?" tanya Kemal plain. 

Mirza approached Kemal and raised the boy's body. 

"We're going home to a more luxurious home. Kemal will sleep on a soft mattress. Wearing nice clothes also eats well."

"Are there a lot of toys?" kemal asked again, his eyes sparkling at what Mirza had said to him. 

"Yes, Om will buy Kemal a lot of toys and nice." 

Now you've met your Daddy, son. Only time will tell everything. 

Mirza grabbed Haira's hand and held it. They stepped towards the parked car a little away from Haira's house. 

"Look, in a matter of hours he had teased the owner of the mine, I'm sure that Kemal was also such a result." 

Mirza who heard the words stopped her steps and turned to look at the hordes of mothers who looked huddled.  He who is very good at language understands what they say. 

Is Haira receiving ill treatment here?

Mirza could only speak inwardly and then continue her steps. 

Mirza opened the car door for Haira and Kemal. Once they were inside, he approached Erkan. 

"You find out about anyone who hates Haira. And ask them, since when did Haira stay here."

"Good, Sir."

Mirza sat in front of the wheel, helping Haira install the seat belt. 

Kemal who was behind seemed amazed by the contents of the luxury car. It was the first time he had ever been in a car that good. 

"This is a car, Om?" tanya Kemal pressing the seat that feels soft. 

Mirza saw Kemal from the hanging reflection of the rearview. 

"Yes, and then Kemal will be able to ride in the car every day."

"Horeee…"

Kemal jumped up and down in excitement as he looked at Toni from within. 

As Mirza orders, Erkan and Aslan gather the villagers. They're looking for information about Haira. 

"By that time she was here pregnant, sir. But there is no husband" said a fat woman who is none other than the wife of RT sir. 

"Is there anything good in Haira?" ask Erkan later. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Erkan and Aslan's questions were like keeping a lot of puzzles. 

"Nothing, Sir." Haira doesn't deserve to be okay. Its origins are unclear, it's also possible that his son was the result of an affair."

"All right."

Feel the information in 

can it be complete, Erkan walked slightly away. I don't know what was planned, the secretary's gaze made all the citizens shrink.