Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Ready to go home

"Darling, let's get up! It's noon." 

Mirza's vegetables heard the soft voice right in her ear. He blinked his eyes which still felt heavy. The eye-cooling menu was in front of him. Not a refreshing food or drink, but a beautiful woman who is currently rummaging through her soul. 

"When did you wake up?" A hoarse voice greeted with a gentle caress on Haira's cheeks. Tracing every inch of the face to stop on the lips of the woman who looks bright red. 

Haira tidied up Mirza's hair covering her forehead. Get rid of the pillows strewn around Mirza.

"Once more."

Almost a few minutes Mirza felt a strangeness with Haira's appearance. The woman has been wearing neat clothes and a face that has natural makeup, not to forget some accessories that adorn her hands and neck. 

"Where are you going, honey?" Mirza sat down, leaning her back on the hardboard with her legs outstretched. He mustered his life that had not yet returned completely. 

Haira smiled and pulled out a shirt from the closet. 

"You don't know?" ask Haira in riddles. 

Mirza shook without a sound. Looking at Haira who looks beautiful and charming. 

"Today, Brother Deniz and sister Nita took us home." 

"What?" peekik Mirza flicked the blanket. 

 Get off the bed and approach Haira who continues to smile. 

"Why didn't they tell me?" mirza said with blame. He was inexhaustible with his two brothers who seemed not to assume his existence, even such a big problem did not ask for his opinion. 

"Today they told me, but I forgot to tell you."

Haira helps Mirza take off her clothes. Touching the chest of the man's field. Just like Mirza, she wants to eliminate the trauma by constantly coming into contact with her husband, hoping to forget everything and start a new beginning. 

"Yes, now you take a shower. After that we have breakfast." Haira pushed Mirza's body towards the bathroom. Help bring a towel. 

After Mirza went into the bathroom, Haira came out of her room. He went straight to the dining table, where the Mirza family had gathered there. 

"Where's Mirza, Ra?" asked Fuad who from yesterday had not met Mirza though. 

"Still shower, brother. He didn't know we were going home, I just woke up." 

Haira pulled the chair beside Aynur and sat down. He prepared food for Mirza who had not yet arrived. 

"What are your plans after you get home from here, Ra?" asked Deniz who was sitting in the main seat. 

Haira looked at all the Mirza brothers in turn. "I want to go home to Grandma, she must be missing me. I left her for seven years, and I didn't tell her."

Silent 

Only the sound of the pounding of spoons and plates of children echoed. They had indeed planned something for Mirza and Haira, but had not said it now considering Mirza who was still in his sentence. 

"Would you like to stay at Mirza's house or ask to move?" 

"As for brother, I'm coming, '" replied Haira lowered her head. Although inwardly tucked away wanting to stay in a new place, Hiara was afraid that Mirza would not agree to it. 

"Daddy.." Kemal's voice made everyone at the dinner table turn their heads. 

Mirza who had just come out of her room approached Kemal and her two nephews. 

"Kemal miss Daddy?" tanya Mirza kissed both cheeks of Kemal alternately. Glancing towards the dining room that looks crowded. 

"Yes. I want to sleep with Daddy, but why don't you go home?" kemal melas. 

Mirza smiled, rubbing Kemal's hair gently. 

"Daddy promises never to leave Kemal and mommy again. We'll always be together."

Kemal nodded happily. Hugged Mirza who was sitting in front of him. Spell on that guy. 

"Daddy, said Brother Hasan we're going on a plane?"

"Yes, Son. We're gonna get on a plane. Kemal will be home in Kemal's new home."

The boy's face immediately frowned, his head looking down at the floor. 

"What's wrong with you, son?" tanya Mirza lifted Kemal's chin with her index finger. 

Mirza's heart felt slashed. If his wife still can not forget the incident, Kemal also can not forget the house occupied since birth to the world.

"No. Our house is good. You can eat good food too." Mirza again grabbed the tiny body of her son. Can't imagine the journey of Haira and Kemal's life after leaving her. 

"Darling, you eat first." Haira approached Mirza, bringing a plate of rice and side dishes for the man and also Kemal. 

Sitting in front of her husband and son. They both took turns. 

"It seems Mirza is already aware," said Aynur was also moved to see the togetherness of his two sisters-in-law. 

"Yes, hopefully they are always happy and will not be separated again" Nita said. Despite his outrageous attitude, he remains affectionate towards Mirza and wants the best for her. 

"Om Mirza," said the beautiful girl from the front. 

Mirza waved her hand, towards her two beautiful looking nieces. They sat next to Mirza and Haira. 

"You're coming too?" ask her. Glanced at Deniz at a glance and then looked again at Havva and Tsamara. 

Why would they lie to me. Do Nita and Deniz's sister not love me anymore?

Mirza's heart was upset considering the attitude of her two brothers who were very indifferent to her. Chewing food slowly while palpating his mistake which is very fatal. 

Mirza closed her lips to Haira's ears. 

"Are Deniz and Nita good to you?" ask Mirza whispering. 

Haira nodded, feeding again the food in Mirza's mouth.

"Why indeed?"

"There's no papa."

Spending a kiss of sebum devouring his food. 

Time keeps turning. Everyone is ready to go. Deniz approached his younger brother and nephew who were still busy taking out his belongings. 

"You guys ready?" 

"Here, Brother." Haira answered

 Mirza was busy wearing Kemal's jacket. 

"Let's go with Badrus." Appointing Aynur, Nita and Haira, but at once also directly protested by Mirza. 

"I'm leaving with my own family."

Grabbing Haira and Kemal's hands. He did not accept Deniz's rule of having his wife ride in the car with the bodyguard. 

"Why?" Deniz cynical. 

"I want a car with Haira and Kemal." 

"The possessive is the boss" Fuad's new tease comes. 

"Not possessive, but be careful. I don't want you guys to take Haira and Kemal away again."

Now I'm sure Mirza doesn't want to lose Haira and Kemal. 

"Alright, this time it's up to you, but if I hear you're hurting Haira, don't expect Kemal and Haira to be yours." Deniz reiterated. 

"Yes, I'll take care of them both, don't be afraid." Mirza is no less cynical. 

One by one, people began to leave the mansion. Mirza chose the last road after her entire family boarded the car. Make sure that her brother doesn't kidnap Haira anymore. 

"Dear." Haira stopped Mirza's steps, which almost opened the car door. 

Mirza looked at Haira who was like thinking of something. 

"Anterin I'm going to Sella's grandmother's house for a minute."

Mirza nodded her head in agreement.