Getting Married to a Cruel Man

DNA test results

A week has passed since the meeting of Haira and Mirza. They are getting closer, eating together, even sleeping often naked because of the request of Kemal. Although Mirza often leaves Haira because of her tight-knit work, their relationship still improves. 

Mirza wants to bring her little family home soon. Introducing Haira to her biological sister who awaits her sister-in-law. 

"Tumben this clock is neat?" Haira helped get the tie and put it on her husband's neck. 

"Yes, I have a meeting with the doctor today. After that it's just into the mine."

Haira stopped her activity, looking fixedly at Mirza's eyes. 

"Doctor?" rehash Haira probing. 

Oh, yeah, Haira doesn't know about that DNA test yet. 

"Yes, I have a health check before we fly to Turkey, and later let him come check on you and Kemal as well."

"No, I'm not sick." 

"I, me, me" whispered Mirza to Haira to a less formal talk. He is worried about Haira's excessive talk. 

"Alright, I'm not sick, so you don't need to call a doctor here." 

"Mirza, Mirza, if you want to be more friendly, call me dear."

Lebays. Haira just said in her heart. 

"Yes, honey, I understand." 

Mirza smiled then kissed Haira's lips with lightning. He was satisfied, finally the term 'honey' slid from Haira's lips despite the compulsion. 

"I go first, don't go anywhere, if you need anything, call the waiter."

Mirza gave Haira a new phone. Returns something he used to slam.

After Mirza's back disappeared, Haira sat on the edge of the bed. Kemal was still asleep because he had woken up when Mirza continued to tease him.  

Haira presses the call button, she is eager to talk to grandma and Nada without any interference Mirza. However, many times contacting the sister, the girl did not pick up her phone, even last night did not reply to the chat that Haira sent. 

"What's with the tone? Was he mad that I left him, but I was forced to save Kemal."

Forced Haira to put her flat object, she did not want to prejudge Nada, the sister. 

"Master is ready?" ask Erkan to help Mirza open the car door. 

"Here you go, but what if Kemal's not my son?" Sitting in the back seat, tidying up his appearance again. 

"I'm sure he's your son, if you're still in doubt, we bet" Aslan said. 

Mirza looked at Aslan with a sharp look. What they were willing to bet, whereas Aslan only had a small company. Which might be worth it.

On the way, there was no talk. Mirza is busy struggling with her brain, while Erkan is busy driving. Splitting a very crowded street. Aslan enjoys classical music that calms him down. 

"Whatever the outcome, you must accept. What during your time with Mister, Miss Haira never said about her Daddy Kemal?" 

Erkan looked at Mirza from the hanging rearview. 

"No, as long as we were together, he was quiet. Even though he never offended his Daddy Kemal. Does that mean he's still afraid of me?"

"Maybe, since that time you've been cruel to her. A woman's heart is soft, she is easily fragile. Once scratched, he'll remember it at any moment."

Mirza pinned Aslan's head from behind.

"Sok wise, when you yourself often play tricks on women." 

Mirza walked in front. Erkan and Aslan followed from behind. The three of them followed in the footsteps of the nurse who showed Doctor Farel's room. 

"Please, Sir." The sisters kindly helped Mirza open the room in front of her. 

"Please sit down, sir." Doctor Farel invited Mirza to sit down, while Aslan and Erkan waited outside. 

Doctor Farel took the envelope from inside the drawer. He checked the name in front of him. Although she has not met Mirza face-to-face, she already knows that the man's goal is indeed to take a DNA test.

"Mr Mirza Asil Glora and Kemal" he said. 

Mirza nodded without a sound. Holding his already rumbling chest. He could not wait to open the envelope in front of him immediately, but was also afraid if the contents did not match expectations. 

"Please read, sir. Good luck with the results."

Mirza's hand stalling. Touch it and read the hospital logo and tear it at the top. He pulled out the paper inside.

Open slowly, then read from the beginning. Occasionally glanced at the doctor Farel who was in front of him. 

Until there is the most important session Mirza seems to focus on the writing. Repeatedly reading one slightly thick word. 

Positively 

There was a sense of anger, happiness and disappointment all mixed to make Mirza fixated. He doesn't know what to do first. Disappointed by Haira's attitude that hides reality, he is angry at the woman who had the heart to lie to him, but also happy because of what was expected to happen. 

So Kemal is my son, but why should Haira lie? Why did he say that Kemal's daddy was dead, what the hell is this?

Mirza. He squeezed the paper into a ball shape, then put it in the pocket of the suit.

Without saying goodbye to doctor Farel, Mirza immediately went and came out. Passing through Erkan and Aslan who were conversing beside the space. 

"Why him?" ask Aslan to Erkan.

The secretary simply shrugged, following Mirza's wide steps. 

"Why are you, Mir?" aslan asked after the friend who seemed to be in a hurry. 

Mirza did not answer, at this time he only focused on Haira and wanted to hear the woman's explanation immediately. 

"Mir, you're not papa, are you?" asked Aslan again as they were in front of the elevator door. 

Still the same, Mirza mutely without wanting to answer. His face was expressionless. He got into the elevator after the door opened. Erkan and Aslan followed from behind. 

Why do you have me, Ra. Why are you lying to me. 

Mirza's chest was getting claustrophobic given the actual facts. 

"Erkan, after this you bring Kemal to play in the coal mine!"

"Good, Sir. 

Uh, what's up. What was the result of the DNA test, why did Mirza seem to be so angry.what would she do to Haira? Why should keep Kemal away. 

Aslan's fine hair Get goosebumps looking at Mirza's face that looks red. This time he did not dare to advise the man, afraid of being affected. 

Don't be angry, Sir. Later if Miss Haira leaves again, it must be Master who will lose. That's the sentence that should slide. Unfortunately, it was all stuck in the throat. 

Erkan rubbed the sweat that soaked his forehead, he could only look at Mirza without even wanting to ask. Imagine how if they argue, pity Haira.

This time you won't be able to run away from me, Ra. You will be mine forever.