Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Misunderstand

Seven years never face to face, not even greet each other, but Nada welcomed Haira's arrival like coming home from work every day. No smile is etched. The girl tends to be quiet and chooses to be busy with a cell phone in her hand. 

"Aren't you the same brother?" tanya Haira looked at Nada who looked indifferent to her. 

"Kangen," replied a short tone. Haira hugged him forcefully. His eyes glanced at Mirza and Kemal who were engrossed in joking with Zubaida's grandmother. 

"Now you're working, are you still in college?"

Mirza looked at the back of the wife who was still tightly clutching Nada. 

"Now Nada is already working in our garment factory, honey. He became the manager" Mirza replied, which made Dada's chest pop. 

They are so friendly. 

"really?" asked Haira to make sure, proud of the sister who is now more successful than him. 

"Mirza who gave Nada," added Zubaida's grandmother who continued to look at the funny face of Kemal. 

The atmosphere still feels awkward. Haira sat down beside Mirza. They haven't explained their true status, but Zubaida's grandmother said there was a special connection between the two. Kemal's face, which is a blend of Haira's and Mirza's faces, proves it all. 

"Mom, I want to talk to you, Grandma. It's about me and Haira" said Mirza, who was getting serious.

Zubaida's grandmother and Nada were silent to each other until the atmosphere was silent. 

"Actually Haira and I were married seven years ago before she left."

Duars 

Tub struck by lightning, Nada's chest felt like exploding hearing Mirza's words. His entire body seemed to be dysfunctional until he could only be glued to the spot. 

"What?" Zubaida's grandmother was surprised to hear that. Feels very awkward. They were married for a long time, but Haira disappeared and now returned with a child, is that not a strange and enigmatic thing?

"Yes, Grandma. We were married seven years ago, because __" 

Haira's words were cut off as Mirza suddenly clasped her hands. Like giving a code not to tell everything. 

"It's a long story, Grandma. And I don't think it needs to be revealed anymore" added Mirza who did not want to expose the dark past. 

"Who is this then?" Dabbing Kemal's head. Despite her guesses, Grandma Zubaida wanted to hear directly from Mirza and Haira's lips. 

"Our son's past." 

"Haira wasn't pregnant out of wedlock, was she?" ask grandma Zubaida to investigate. As a substitute for parents, he was afraid that he would fail to look after his two grandchildren. 

Mirza. "We didn't do that out of wedlock, Grandma. And Kemal is our son." 

Grandma Zubaida commented on the smile. I don't know what's happened these few years, for sure he can see the happiness on Haira and Mirza's faces. If Zubaida's grandmother is happy, not with Nada who has a flat face. 

He moved from his seat and entered the room. Closing the door hard made Kemal jump into Mirza's arms. 

The tone of why, it seemed like he didn't like hearing this. 

Haira was a little restless with the unnatural tone. Wanted to question, but it was not the right time. He doesn't want to have any misunderstandings with his questions later. 

"Grandmother has cleaned your room, now you just rest, let the grandmother prepare food," said Zubaida's grandmother. Help Mirza drag the suitcase towards the room at the end of the room. 

"I want to play with my grandmother, Mommy," said Kemal plain, continue to hug Zubaida's grandmother. 

"Call Grandma," asked Mirza who was already in the doorway. 

Haira pushed the man's body in and closed the door. 

"Grandmother is also not papa, why grandma everything."

Haira threw her body on the bed. Staring at the ceiling of his room with his legs down. 

Think of a tone that behaves like a stranger. 

"Have you renovated this house?" haira asked, turning to Mirza who was busy pulling her clothes out of the suitcase. 

Turns out he's good too. 

Mirza approached Haira and lay down beside her. He never wasted a second trying to get close to her heart. 

"How many nights are we staying here?"

Mirza buried her face in Haira's neck. 

"I don't know, maybe it'll be a few days, if I'm satisfied."

Haira tilted her body until the two looked at each other. Looking at Mirza's bead of eyes fixedly. There was sincerity that made his heart touched. 

Haira brought her face closer to Mirza's. This time he wants to beat his ego. Forgetting that incident. 

I should be able to. 

That was how Haira pushed herself to keep getting closer. 

Come on baby, you should be able to, I won't hurt you anymore. 

Mirza's chest came with deg degan when Haira's breath hit her face. He closed his eyes and was ready to gently bite his wife's red lips. 

Mirza felt the chewy thing touch her lips. Soft and sweet. He replied slowly. However, it has only been a few seconds to feel the pleasure of kissing. They had to stop him when they heard the door open. 

"Mommy, Daddy…." 

Haira woke up quickly. Tidying up her slightly messy hair then approached Kemal who walked in. 

Really shit, why should there be Kemal anyway. 

Mirza was annoyed, she continued to grumble inwardly. He almost succeeded in softening Haira's heart but ended tragically. Even so, he was satisfied with Haira who had dared to kiss him first. 

"What's up, baby?" Haira led Kemal to the bed. 

"I'm going to sleep with daddy." Hugged Mirza's back from behind. 

"Yes, later we'll sleep with mommy too." 

"Darling, take care of Kemal for a second, I want to help grandma."

Mirza raised both her thumbs in agreement. Free to prohibit Haira out, they can not do anything as long as there is Kemal.

Haira to the kitchen. Approaching Zubaida's grandmother who was busy preparing food in the dining room. Because, Mirza had brought ready-to-eat food and only needed to be warmed. 

"Where's the tone, Grandma?" ask Haira dingukan. His eyes stopped at the tightly closed door of Nada's room.

"Still in the room, you just come in." 

I need to talk to Nada. 

Haira called out to Nada while knocking on the door. 

The door opens, it appears that Nada is sculpting with her hands still holding the doorknob. 

"What's wrong?" tanya Nada cynical. 

Haira smiles. "Let's talk for a second, there's something I want to ask you. Can I come in?"

"No, we can talk outside." Tone closed the door, walking towards the direction of the living room. 

Haira sat beside Nada. They were looking in the same direction. 

"You why? Are you angry with your brother. Brother apologized, not the intention of brother leaving you and grandma, but that time __" 

"Enough!" The tone stopped Haira's speech. 

"I don't need an explanation, Brother. Now everything is clear. Sister left the house just to avoid me and grandma. Actually, you just don't want to make money for us."