Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Sleep together

Not only in the mall Kemal eyes sparkle. Upon arrival in the hotel room, the boy did not blink his eyes when he saw the spacious and beautiful room, as well as a very large and soft bed. His legs wanted to swing in, but he could not act as he wanted to remember the mommy behind him. 

"This is the room for Kemal during our stay here. Later when you go home, Kemal's room is even better," said Mirza helped the waiter put his luggage. 

Kemal looked at Haira. Ask the woman for her consent to enter. After getting permission, he immediately ran up to the bed. 

Haira was just staring at the doorway. He was not tempted by the luxurious room. The luxury that Mirza gave off was like a scourge reminiscent of a bitter and scarred past. From the bottom of his heart, still afraid of the attitude of Mirza who once treated him unfairly. 

"Wow, this is great, Om," said Kemal while jumping there.

Haira squeezed the end of her clothes. Doubtful to enter, while Mirza was busy tidying up Kemal's toys. 

Mirza turned to Haira and approached the woman. 

"What do you want to sleep in here in the next room?" 

"I slept with Kemal alone, sir." Haira answered quickly.

"Ra, don't call me sir. You can, right?" 

Haira nodded silently. He did not dare to argue, fearing that Mirza was angry as she had done.

I miss you, Ra. Why are you acting like this to me. 

Mirza pulled Haira's hand and invited her to sit on the sofa. Open some paper bags and show all the clothes he bought. 

"It's a dress for you, later when we get home, you can choose what you like." 

Haira only glanced at a glance then stared at some of Kemal's toys that were lined up below. 

"This is too much, sir. Kemal will be spoiled."

"No papa, now you take a shower first, I'm out."

Mirza hugged Haira then kissed her cheek gently. Decompose the pent-up longing for seven years. 

"Later if you need anything call me, I'm in the next room."

Still the same, Haira simply nodded silently. 

Just opening the door, the waiter comes with food to get Mirza back in.

Like a warm little family, the three of them ate together in a joking dance.

"Mommy, can I call you Daddy?"

Instantly Haira choked on the food she almost swallowed.

Mirza immediately brought water for Haira. "By, Son. Think of it as your Daddy."

That's your Daddy, son. Forgive mommy for being dishonest to you.

After eating, Mirza immediately left because there was other business. While Haira was still thinking of saying everything slowly.

Actually what Mr. Mirza meant was good to me, I did not want to be hurt again, enough that time I suffered, now I want to be happy with Kemal. 

Mirza meets Aslan and Erkan who are in the meeting room. He sat with a face that looked sluggish. Haira's attitude made Mirza's mind cloudy. 

"What information do you get?"

"Said the villagers, Miss Haira came there pregnant, sir. She would not admit her husband's name. She just told the people that her husband was dead. No one likes it all. Even they treated Miss Haira badly. Think of the cheap woman and Kemal as an illegitimate child. 

"Then, did no one defend him?"

Staring sharply at Aslan and Erkan in turn. 

"There, Master. Her name is Sella's grandmother, she's also a foreigner. The house is a bit far from Miss Haira's. Me and Mr. Aslan didn't get there because it was almost night." 

Erkan told me what he knew. Reporting everything to Mirza what Haira actually experienced in her residence. 

"One more week, sir." 

Mirza sipped the coffee that was starting to warm up. Then leave Aslan and Erkan. 

Late at night, Haira stood on the balcony of her room. While Kemal was asleep after fatigue playing. For some reason, tonight he could not fall asleep despite the drowsiness attacked. 

In addition to thinking about Mirza's drastically changed attitude, Haira also thought about the next step about Kemal's status which was still tightly closed. 

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Haira's daydream that was almost drifting into Turkey. He remembered the grandmother who must have missed him. 

Tidying up his appearance. Walk slowly open the door. 

"What's the matter, sir, over here at night?" haira asked Mirza who was staring at the door. 

Mirza smiled broadly. "Someone wants to talk to you."

Facing the phone screen in front of Haira. 

The old face that Haira longed for seemed to cry as much as possible behind the scenes. 

"Grandmother," Haira's great-granddaughter in a soft voice. 

"Haira, my granddaughter," Zubaida's grandmother's cries broke. Jariya continued to wipe the phone screen that showed Haira's face. 

"Sister" said a girl who looked more mature. 

"Tone, how are you?" haira asked with trembling lips to hold back the cry. 

"I'm good, Brother. Hurry home, me and grandma kangen."

"Where have you been, Ra? Hurry home." 

Haira smiled crisply. Look at Mirza behind the phone. "I'll be home soon, Grandma. I have a surprise for you." Just glanced at Kemal and didn't want to show it now. 

"One week we're home, Grandma." Mirza stood next to Haira until her second face appeared on the screen. 

Instantly, Tone's smile dimmed when he saw the closeness of Mirza and Haira. Even the two of them smiling at each other made Nada a little upset. 

Connection interrupted. Mirza immediately put her phone in her pants pocket, while Haira was getting impatient to arrive at her birthplace soon. However, he did not dare to reveal his heart to Mirza. 

"Where did you know it was my grandmother?" ask Haira. He turned his eyes away from Mirza's gaze. 

"We're talking inside." Mirza led Haira into the room. He locked the door and sat the woman on the edge of the bed. Covering Kemal's tiny body. 

"I once came to Grandma's house to look for you." 

Haira furrowed her brows, as if not believing Mirza's words. 

"Do you know about our marriage?" ask Haira. 

Mirza shook her head slowly, she did not dare to tell Zubaida's grandmother about her status and chose silence. 

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Allow me to be your husband."

Mirza clasped Haira's hands and kissed her. Looking up, looked at Haira's face that looked flat. 

Haira ventured to gently rub Mirza's shoulder. Like anything else, time cannot be repeated. He hopes there is only good ahead of him. 

"It's night, you better get some sleep."

For the umpteenth of a second, Haira finally opened her voice. 

"I want to sleep here with you and Kemal."

Haira nodded in allowing sign.