Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Meet again

The night is getting late. However, Nita's house is still very crowded, not only from inside the house that sounds rumbling, outside even the guards are still operating. Mirza got out of the car. Walked closer to the gate. Finding a safe way for him to get in. 

"Of course we have to hide, like a thief" Aslan whispered. Squatting next to Mirza who was busy typing something on the phone screen. 

"You know for yourself, Nita's like a psychopath. I don't want to be chopped. If he breaks the rules, he'll kick me out."

Aslan clucked. Pat the mosquito on Mirza's forehead. 

"You are in power. Why should I be afraid of Nita?" 

Mirza is the temple's mentor Aslan, annoyed by the man who keeps asking. "It's not a matter of power, but Nita's sister is my sister. He raised me, I don't want to fight him" explained Mirza along with the echoing ringing of a cell phone. 

"Who is that?" the guard shouted from the post. 

 

Mirza and Aslan immediately ran a little away. Find a safer place to avoid them. 

Aslan rested his back on the banyan tree by the road. Regulate his hunting breath. 

"If you know it's going to be like this, I don't want to come, Za" Aslan lamented. 

"Hello, Mister. There is no entrance behind either. Sister Nita closed all access doors, including from the kitchen and warehouse."

Mirza immediately closed the connection. Staring annoyed at the luxurious house that stood firm not far from where it stood. 

Mirza again contacted Haira, the woman's only hope so that she could enter. 

"Hello, Honey. I'm ahead, where are you?" asked Mirza in a heavy voice.  Her chest already wanted to explode holding back anger due to Nita's outrageous attitude towards her. 

"I was in the room, playing with Kemal and Dawn. Which side are you on?"

Haira opened the window curtain. His eyes surround the street area around the house. 

After a few minutes later, Haira caught a hand waving towards her. 

"I've seen you" said Mirza smiling. 

"Wait a minute, I'll be out" Haira said. 

Closing the window to Fajar and Kemal. 

"Darling, you guys play first yeah, mommy's gonna be out for a second." 

Kemal and Dawn answered with a nod. 

Haira came out of the room. His eyes went through every corner of the room that was quite quiet. She took off her sandals and ran towards the front door. 

"Where's the hell is she going?" ask the guard standing right in front of the door 

The curly-haired man with a slightly bulging stomach looked at Haira suspiciously. 

Haira smiled faintly. 

"In front there is Mirza," Haira replied honestly. 

Cug 

The man gulped his saliva with great difficulty hearing that terrible name. It was as if the god of death had indeed lurked. 

"But lady Nita forbids to accept guests, whoever it is." The man asserted, Although in his heart was agitated, still he had to obey the orders of his master. 

"Come on, Poor Mirza. He must be cold."

There was no other way but to seduce the guard. 

The whistling sound from the front made Haira turn towards the source of the sound. 

"That's Mirza." Haira ran over to Mirza who was in the darkness. 

A few guards who saw the familiar figure ran over. Some chose to stand guard elsewhere, and some froze in place. 

"Aren't you papa?" ask Haira worried. Swiping Mirza's cheeks filled with red spots. 

"For your sake I'm willing to be a mosquito meal" Mirza said.

"Buck open the gate!" mirza Pinta. 

"I didn't bring the key." 

"Badruuusss.." cried Mirza as loud as she could. And it was successful in stopping the steps of a man who had his back. 

At once the man's body felt frozen and unable to move. Cold sweat pours through the pores. It was as if the voice was an angel of life. 

"You open the gate or I kill you right now" Mirza said. 

Being in two positions is equally difficult. He must be loyal to the woman who becomes his master, but Mirza's orders cannot be ignored if you want to live quietly. 

"Hurry up!" shout Mirza. 

Remember Badrus, there's only one life, open the door quickly or you'll come home a corpse. 

Badrus turned his body. I hesitated towards Haira. 

"It turns out you're the one who's guarding this house?" mirza geregetan. Staring resentfully at Badrus' stomach which almost resembled a nine-month-old pregnant woman. 

"Hurry up and open the gate, or I'm __" 

Mirza's words were cut off as Haira closed her lips with a palm. 

"Don't threaten, or you won't see me anymore." 

Haira grabbed the key in Badrus' hand, then opened it. 

Mirza hugged Haira tightly. Unraveling the longing that felt broke his head. 

"Don't go again, I'm afraid." 

Haira returned Mirza's embrace. Gently rubbed the man's back. 

"I'm not leaving anymore. We're just splitting up for a while." 

From afar, a pair of eyes saw the meeting between Haira and Mirza. Come along with both. 

"May Mirza really change, Poor Haira and Kemal." 

After being satisfied to embrace, Mirza looked at Badrus with a sharp gaze and then kicked the man's stomach with her legs until he fell down. 

"Because of you I'm a mosquito dish."

Haira pulls Mirza. Both of them left Badrus still holding his stomach. 

After Mirza and Haira's backs disappeared behind the door. All the guards are out to help Badrus. So did Aslan and Erkan who chose to go home.

"Apes really met with Mr. Mirza, if you know this, I'd better take care of the back." Grumbling, limping around looking for a seat. 

"Patience, it's a test," the other chimpanzee. 

"What if there's Nita's sister?" ask Mirza whispering. 

Haira smiles. Grabbing Mirza's cold hand. 

"Let me do the talking. You take it easy." 

Mirza followed Haira's steps. They immediately walked into the room. 

Mirza stroked her chest, breathing a sigh of relief. Nita's business later, which is important at this time can meet his wife. 

"Where are the?" ask Mirza to Haira who tidied the bed sheet. 

"In the next room, he said he would sleep with Dawn and Hasan. 

He lied again, he said they didn't come, it turned out to be here. 

Mirza immediately locked the door of her room and approached Haira. Hugged the woman's body from behind. Shower with a soft kiss on the neck. 

For the umpteenth time. Haira could not forget the events of that time until she gripped Mirza's hand that was coiled in her stomach. 

"I'm sorry, I can't" Haira said with trembling lips. The wound seemed to continue to stick in his chest until every Mirza wanted him to remember. 

"Sir papa, honey. I just want to take you to bed."

Mirza put Haira's body on the bed and covered her. 

I'll heal your wounds. There is only happiness for our family. 

Mirza kissed Haira's forehead and came lying beside her.