Getting Married to a Cruel Man

The choice of Mirza

"Miss Haira, anyone wants to meet with, you." A beautiful policeman opened the cell door. 

Haira smiled broadly. Tidying up her messy hair. There are a lot of question marks out there. 

Who wants to meet me? 

That was the question that instantly made his heart rhythmic faster. His heart was agitated by the case that was entangling him at the moment. He slowly followed the police to the meeting room. Though filled with doubt, it was still certain that it would find a way out. 

His steps stopped behind the door. 

"Please sit!" tell the police to come out and close the door. 

Haira looked at the back of the man who was already sitting in the room. Judging from his appearance wearing a black suit, he was not an arbitrary person. Even the luxury watch that looks it signifies that the one who wants to meet him is a respected person. 

"Master wants to meet me?" ask Haira nervously. He was just standing next to the table with both hands clenched. His eyes pointed at the few maps that were in front of the man. His face was not too foreign. However, Haira forgot her figure. 

"Call me Erkan" he asked. 

"Ba. good, Mr. Erkan."

Haira was still with her nervousness then sat on an empty bench. Face to face with that man. 

Is he Mr Mirza's man, but what are you doing here?

Haira hid both her hands under the table. His entire body was filled with cold sweat as Erkan began to open his map. 

"Mr Mirza gave you a choice, Miss." Handing over the document along with the pen to Haira who was still bowing her head. 

"What's this?"

Haira was just silent, her hands were getting trembling as she caught the marriage writing. 

"Please read! If you agree, sign it. If not, I'm not forcing." Erkan opened the other one until even three maps became their meeting dish. 

Haira swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Start reading the agreement letter which covers several points but leads with one goal. 

"Mr Mirza wants to set me free?" asked Haira with a smile. He had not read the entire text, but his chest was slightly relieved after reading the statement that Mirza would release and retract his demands. 

"But there are conditions." Erkan pointed at a map that Haira had not read. 

"What?" asked Haira innocently, she did not know if the person before her was eleven twelve with her Master, which was not answering the questions of just anyone, let alone her. 

Haira read one by one the conditions prescribed by Mirza through the writing. 

"Married? Should I marry Mr Mirza?" Instantly Haira closed her map without wanting to continue. "I don't want to" Haira refused. 

Erkan closed the map back. Haira's words seemed to underestimate Mirza's wishes, and it was a huge mistake. 

"Then please enjoy the rest of your life in prison. This is your first and last chance, and I hope you have no regrets about refusing Mr. Mirza's request."

Deg 

Haira's heart is beating pain. The grandmother's old face flashed in front of her. 

Take care of yourself, Ra. The city is cruel. You go in good health, and you have to go home in the same state. 

What if grandma finds out I'm in prison for life. 

Sick bloodless, for the umpteenth time Haira bears a heavy burden in her life. Having lost both parents and become the backbone, he now has to face a burden more difficult than that. 

The sound of shoes and the floor drifting away. Haira shed tears. His heart was heavy to accept, but his lips had to say, it was not an option, but a sadistic emphasis. 

Erkan stopped his steps without turning his body. 

"You sure?" asked Erkan without staring. 

At least I can still meet grandma and breathe the air outside. Nada still needs me, she has to be in high school. 

"Remain, sir," replied Haira wiping her tears that escaped wetting her cheeks. 

Erkan returned and thrust the pen. Without rereading it, Haira signed some of the maps. He steadied his heart, although he did not know what he was facing, at least off the bars that people said were very scary. 

"You've signed. That means you can't back down and are ready to be Mr. Mirza's wife and accept all the conditions from her. Please come with me!"

Erkan stepped out. Followed by Haira from behind. 

Upon arrival at the parking lot, Erkan called one of Mirza's messenger drivers to deliver Haira first. He reached into the cell phone in his pocket and put it in his ear. 

"It's all done, sir. Haira's headed to your house. Now what should I do?" ask Erkan to wait for the next command. 

"Prepare wedding!" tell someone from across there. 

Erkan closed the connection and drove his car. 

"Please come down, Miss!" The driver who drove Haira opened the car door for the girl. 

Haira down. Look at the building in front of him. 

His eyes were almost unblinking, astonished at the building. Even three months of living in the city, this was the first time he had seen such a luxurious house. 

"Whose house is this, sir?" haira asked, her eyes still down every corner of the building filled with magnificent and elegant ornaments. 

"Home Mr Mirza, please come in! You've been waiting inside."

It's Mr. Mirza's house. 

Two beautiful women approached Haira. They smiled but looked firm. 

"Let's come with us!" greet them gently. 

Haira just followed without making a sound. Stop in the front room. The place that Haira had first stepped on yet already carried a terrifying aura. 

Is Mr Mirza seriously going to marry me? But how can it be? Doesn't he hate me so much. What does all this mean?

Haira's heart started to calm down. His face shrieked as he looked at the figure of Mirza who had just descended from the direction of the stairs. 

The man with blue eyeballs and pointed nose stopped his steps at the corner of the stairs. 

Despite the long distance, Haira could see the hatred in the man's eyes for her.

Everything was in his brain. After becoming Mirza's wife, she must do her duty except to sleep together.

Erkan came, walking past Haira's withered body. Approaching Mirza and speaking softly, not even Haira could hear him. 

A smile that cannot be interpreted. The room seemed gripping as Erkan approached him again. 

"Prepare yourself, you. Don't let down Mr. Mirza. Because after marriage, you have to obey all his orders. You have no right to refuse or refute, remember that." 

It's really not a dream, soon I'll marry someone I don't know. For grandma's sake I'll live it. I hope my choice is right and I can get out of this. 

Still in place. Haira again saw a stranger coming out from a different direction of the room. The beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair and wearing sexy clothes approached Mirza.