Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Punishment

Brak.

Mirza wrath. Tearing apart the room he occupied. Some valuable items were smashed into pieces making Erkan shudder in horror. Bed linen and pillows lay on the floor until the place was like a broken ship. 

"Za, calm down." Aslan approached Mirza who was still covered in anger. Trying to reduce the emotions of the friend who is getting hotter. 

"How can I calm down, sister Nita brought Haira and Kemal. He's mad at me." Screeching until her neck veins stand out. His voice hangs in the air. Echoing filled the entire room. 

"I'm sure someone complained to them."

Mirza's ruffled waist. Glancing at Erkan and Aslan took turns. Stare suspiciously at those closest to him.

"You're accusing me?" ask Aslan later. He could read Mirza's facial expression that seemed suspicious of him. 

"The only people who know about this are you and the waiter at home, and who else is complaining?" Mirza. His chest was exploding, he could not stem everything before it was revealed who the mastermind was. 

Aslan shook his head, as did Erkan who did the same. 

"Sorry, Sir. I don't know anything about this, even I was shocked when Mr. Deniz said he was at the airport."

Erkan lowered his head. He did not dare to look at Mirza's pias face. 

"Sama, I was also surprised when Erkan said Deniz came and looked for you," Aslan added. 

Mirza threw the jacket on the sofa in any direction. Plunge his body and close his eyes to unravel his frustration. 

Then who said. That is currently an unsolved mystery. 

Mirza's phone is ringing. The man rushed to snatch her. Staring at the flat object screen in his hand and then smiling. 

You finally called me. 

"You guys out!" tell Mirza to tidy up her hair before receiving a call from his wife. 

A beautiful face with a sweet smile greeted behind the scenes. 

"Hi dear," Haira's voice sounded soft. 

"How long ago, now say. Nita took you and Kemal where?" tanya Mirza confirmed her sitting position. 

Haira pointed out the road she had been passing, quite far from the hotel where she was staying. Mirza recorded it. 

"But don't come here now, I heard that Nita's sister forbade the guards to accept guests, including you."

Really yes, sister laknat. 

"All right, I'll be there tonight. Wait for me!" 

"Take care of yourself." Mirza's heart was filled with the words from Haira's lips. 

The woman he had been hurting so far not only noticed Kemal, but also himself who had never done his duty as a husband. 

After being satisfied talking to Haira. Mirza called Erkan and Aslan. 

"What's up, Mister?" Erkan stood beside Mirza. 

Aslan had been lazy to accept Mirza's tantrums and chose to lie on the mattress without bed linen. 

"Haira told me that Lunara committed suicide. Do you think this is natural?"

Erkan permeated every word that slid from Mirza's lips. He also felt there was something strange with the phrase Mirza. 

"Can't it be, Haira lied to me?"

"Miss Haira is good, sir. There's no way he's lying to you. I'm sure what was said was true."

"There must be something behind all this" Aslan said from the direction of the bed. "Maybe he has a serious problem, or maybe __" 

Aslan stopped her speech, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking at Mirza with an intense gaze. 

"What?" ask Mirza to investigate. 

"He's in a lot of debt." 

Immediately Mirza threw a sofa cushion right in the face of Aslan who spoke the origin. 

On the other side

Kemal was running around freely in a very spacious room. Now he can not only live a luxurious life, but also get a really good friend. 

"Come brother, come after me!"

He was the son of Nita named Hasan and Dawn. They were ten and eight years old. Nita deliberately lied to Mirza that they did not come, even though both her children and her husband were in her private home. The house that was bought three years ago was just for a layover if they had a job. 

Brucks

Suddenly Kemal hit something in front of him. 

"Sister, run slowly," greeted the voice of a girl softly. 

"Whose name are you?" asked the girl extending her hand towards Kemal. 

"Indeed," answered Kemal rubbing his painful forehead. 

"So, let's introduce this as sister Tsamara, and this is sister Havva."

Deniz pointed to his two children in turn. 

"Hi Kemal." They also waved their hands towards Kemal who looked timid.

Twelve-year-old Havva looks beautiful, her face looks like her daddy, while nine-year-old Havva looks like her mommy. 

Kemal stood up, his eyes surrounding the increasingly crowded room. His gaze stopped on Deniz who was in front of him. 

"Om, where's Daddy?" ask Kemal expectantly. 

"Daddy's working, honey. Tomorrow too come here." Nita answered, then took Kemal's tiny hand and brought him to the dining table. 

"What do you want to eat?" nita asked while taking the rice. 

"Fried chicken, Aunt. I don't want tempe."

Deniz's heart was slashed to hear the words of the nephew. He lives a luxurious life, but must accept the fact that the nephew lives in limitations because of his own sister. 

Haira just kept quiet, still awkward to be in the middle of the Mirza family that he was not yet fully familiar with. 

"Eat a lot, Ra. Your body is thin" cetus Aynur, who is none other than the wife of Deniz. 

Haira nodded and started to devour her food. His brain wandered thinking of Mirza who was far away there. 

After eating, Nita who just came out of the kitchen called Haira who was in front of the room. 

"Sister wants to talk to you for a minute" Nita said. 

Haira followed Nita's steps towards the side terrace. They sat facing each other against the table. The atmosphere of the house is quiet again because Deniz invites children to walk. 

"Sister really doesn't know that Mirza's been bad to you, Ra."

"Father, Brother. I was wrong, I hit Mirza's future wife. Naturally he was angry with me," Haira said regretfully. Although not entirely guilty, he still regretted making someone lose their life. 

"But Mirza was wrong too, Ra. He shouldn't have treated you badly. He's so mean and you don't like it." 

It turns out Nita's sister was very good. 

As the two chatted, the ringing of the cell phone from Haira's pocket scattered the two. 

"Mirza, come here! Let's raise brother." Haira had to give her flat object to her sister-in-law. 

"Hello, honey," said Mirza softly. 

"Darling your head. Remember yes, Za. During the time of punishment, you must not meet Haira, period."

At once Mirza slammed her phone to formless. 

"Why should the cobra snake lift, where did Haira go?" 

Mirza grabbed her hair, frustrated.