Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Arrive at home

Haira hugs the frail body of Sella's grandmother. The woman who saved him and took him away disappeared from Mirza. Until anytime will never forget the services of the woman and will continue to remember her. 

"Where is Ikrima, Grandma?" ask Haira. His eyes ran through every front room. Remembering the girl who first helped him from the pursuit of thugs until he was met with good people like Sella's grandmother. 

"He's college. I'll be home soon." 

Mirza looked back at the clock in her hand and then looked at Haira who was still talking to Sella's grandmother. 

Kemal sat his henchman on his Daddy's lap, because his brain was now traveling on a plane with Hasan and Dawn. 

"Miss, today I want to go back to Turkey, grandma take good care of herself. Greetings to Ikrima."

The white-haired woman smiled, continuing to rub the back of Haira's hand gently. 

"You also take good care of yourself, never give up on life. Grandma's sure there's gonna be happiness."

Remembering seven years ago when Haira had wanted to end her life. However, Sella's grandmother insisted on preventing it. Ask to be patient in his life test. 

Haira nodded. Hugging Sella's grandmother back is a sign of separation.

"I have a gift for my grandmother and Ikrima." Haira took out something from inside her bag. It's put on the table. 

"What's that?" ask Sella's grandmother without touching. 

"Open it if Ikrima comes home later. Now I'm going first."

Haira and Mirza get out of Sella's grandmother's house. They returned to comb the narrow alley until they arrived at the car. 

In the plane 

Unlike when leaving that was full of emptiness, Mirza's heart was currently only filled with happiness. The presence of Haira and Kemal is able to divert his world. Give her a new color. 

"Rba…" 

Haira turned her head towards Aslan who called out to her. 

"Be careful, I'll have to vomit."

Haira furrowed her brows, glancing at Erkan who looked calm, while Mirza tried to close her eyes. Resist nausea that begins to attack. 

"Who's vomiting?"

Aslan turned his head towards Mirza. 

"Don't listen to Aslan, honey. I won't throw up" Mirza said without opening her eyes. 

Haira rubbed Mirza's face filled with sweat and massaged the man's temple.

"If you want to vomit, don't be arrested. No papa. Your stomach will hurt."

Mirza's hand stalling. Clasping Haira's hand tightly. Seeking strength not to spill his stomach. 

Haira leaned her head on Mirza's shoulder. Sing a song that he often heard from his neighbor's house in a soft voice. 

The day is rolling

The closer you are to my heart

Though unspoken

I feel the depth of your love

Don't stop loving me

Even though the sun stopped shining

In your love I find happiness

The road may be winding

Won't be tired next to you

The more I know you

Clearly the door of the future is seen

Don't stop loving me

Even though the sun stopped shining

In your love I find happiness

May it not stop

Spring up forever

Don't stop loving me

Even though the sun stopped shining

In my love

Don't stop loving me

Even though the sun stopped shining

In your love I find happiness

The diva's song not only makes Mirza calm and comfortable, but it also permeates every word in it. 

"Your voice is sweet. Why not just be a singer," cap Mirza teases Haira. 

The nausea that had just burst out now suddenly vanished, as if the figure of the wife could destroy all her turmoil. 

"I don't like being a singer." 

Haira's voice sounded heavy like it was harboring something. 

"Why?" ask Mirza. 

"No wonder," Haira replied while hugging Mirza's body from the side.

A few hours later, Mirza, who fell asleep with her hands embracing Haira, opened her eyes after feeling disturbed. 

"It's here" said Nita from behind. 

Mirza stared out the window, if she usually vomited immediately when the plane landed, this time her stomach felt peaceful without burden. 

"Darling, it's here." Mirza rubbed Haira's cheek gently. Pinched the woman's nose. 

A smile expands at the corner of Haira's lips. As he had dreamed, he was awakened by the person who loved him. 

"Tumben you're not jatlag?" aslan said he helped carry Kemal's suitcase. 

"There are anti-drunk drugs," added Fuad who is not less funny. Giggling to see his sister-in-law who did not want to let go of Haira's hand. 

"You guys are fucking me." Mirza took over Kemal who was in Deniz's arms. 

"Where are you going?" tanya Nita helps Mirza open the car door. 

"I'm going straight to Tarsus, maybe some days I'll stay there." Mirza said what Haira said to her. 

"Alright, be careful, hurry home." 

They split up at the airport because of different destination cities. 

Sunsets. The atmosphere was getting darker, but Haira's heart was currently shining, after a long time she was finally able to set foot in her birthplace. 

The car goes through every busy road. Activity in that place is no less dense like a big city. 

"Have you memorized the way to Grandma's house?" haira asked after the car carrying them started to enter Haira's house. 

"Mr Mirza used to go to your grandmother's house, Miss." The driver who was busy with the steering wheel replied. 

"Did grandma know you were my husband?"

Mirza. 

"I didn't dare tell grandma before I found you. But now I'm gonna tell grandma."

The car stopped in front of a very nice house. 

Haira scrunched her forehead. He spread his eyes around the house. 

Whose house is this? Haira simply asked inwardly. 

He came down following Mirza. Kemal came down after waking up from his sleep. 

"Daddy, is this our home?" tanya Kemal pointed at the house in front of him. 

"No, Son. This is Kemal's grandmother's house" Mirza replied. 

Tok tok tok tok 

Haira knocked on the door. His heart was beating rapidly, imagining his grandmother's reaction and Nada's, they must have cried happily upon meeting him. 

Chequelek 

The door is wide open

Whether forgotten or surprised, Zubaida's grandmother glued to Haira from top to bottom. Then his eyes turned to look at Kemal and Mirza alternately. 

"Grandmother," said Haira with quivering lips. His eyes glazed over looking at the dazed looking grandmother. 

"You Haira?" ask her. 

Haira nodded. Her tears shed as Zubaida's grandmother hugged her. 

Tangis Haira and Grandma Zubaida broke. Pairing each other with passionate longing. Had assumed never to meet again, but their prayers were really granted and now can meet again. 

"Who, Grandma?" greet the familiar voice in Haira's ear. 

"Tone, this is brother," said Haira slightly raising her voice.

A beautiful girl came out of the room to approach Haira, but the girl's expression seemed flat when she saw Mirza and Kemal who were beside her brother.