Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Anger Tone

The tone spoke aloud until Zubaida's grandmother in the dining room could hear him. The old woman stood slightly away, sifting through what was discussed between her two serious looking grandchildren. 

"You're wrong, Nad." Haira spoke softly. Grabbing Nada's hand, but quickly on the edge.

"Yes, I was wrong. It's wrong to think that you're good to me and that you'll love me. Turns out what, brother always took away everyone I loved. Because my brother and mother died. Because his older brother also Hamiz (the one who once loved Haira, but he was willing to let go for Nada) left, and now he has the person I love."

"Tone.." cried Zubaida's grandmother. 

Haira's tears shed instantly. For the umpteenth time her who should be number one among those whom Nada loves. Not his desire to be a rival of Nada.

Mirza who was about to come out broke her intentions and opened the door a little. Stay in place, eavesdrop. 

Haira hugged Zubaida's grandmother who was about to cross her body. Afraid of the grandmother.

"You love Mirza? But before you knew him I knew him first, Nad. We were married a long time ago too. I never took away your happiness. Hamiz left because he didn't want to marry you, I didn't tell him to. Father and mother died because the accident was fate. I don't want them to go this fast either, but God says something else and loves them more."

Haira stopped her speech for a moment. She wiped away her tears that kept flowing. Meeting with Nada wants to let go of longing. But it does cause new problems. Scrutinizing the buried past.

"Nad, dear brother is with you. Don't just because of this you hate your sister." 

Tone melengos. All this time Mirza's kindness made her fall in love, but that fact broke her heart to pieces, because she had to love someone who already belonged to someone else. Especially her own sister.

"But it's not fair to me."

Nada chose to leave Haira and the grandmother who was in the living room. Even the girl ignored the call of the older brother who kept shouting. 

Haira hugs Zubaida's grandmother. Sheds the rest of her tears left in her pelupuk. 

"It's not my fault, Grandma. I never took the man he loved."

Zubaida's grandmother stroked Haira's trembling back. "Already, already, let grandma talk to him later." 

"But grandma promised, don't say anything about her identity."

Grandma Zubaida nodded. 

Mirza who previously knew nothing now understands and understands the past of Haira and Nada, even he guessed there was a love triangle between them. 

Haira returned to the room to calm down. He approached Mirza who was sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Totally long." Embracing Haira's shoulders. Pretend you don't know what's going on outside. 

"Am I created as a usurper of people's happiness?"

The words pierced Mirza's heart until it hurt. It was as if reminiscent as he continued to corner Haira with Lunara's death. Never think long, if all the accusations will be exposed.

"I often snatch the happiness of Tone, and I also once snatched your happiness." Haira's voice grew quieter, she could not hold her chest that felt exploding and wanted to vaporize everything.

Mirza grabbed Haira's body and hugged her. He did say that once, but now it was as if he was the worst person to accuse Haira of an accident. 

"No, Honey. If I ever say that, because it's emotional. Don't say that again."

Haira stood in front of Mirza. 

"But not only you, Nada also said that. I don't deserve to be happy. What my presence is only unlucky, if it is like that I should not go home. Better to live with Kemal and away from you all."

"Never talk like that. Don't ever walk away from me again, because I can't live without you. If you're not comfortable here, we'll just go home."

Haira shook her head quickly. "I still want to sleep here."

Mirza agreed. He no longer wanted to force Haira to obey his will.

I don't care, whoever bullies Haira, she'll come face to face with me, including you, Nada.

The sound of knocking on the door broke the silence that occurred. Mirza sat Haira down and opened the door. It was Zubaida's grandmother who came. 

"How's Haira doing, Za?" asked Zubaida's grandmother to look at Haira from a distance. 

Mirza shifted her body. Showing himself his wife who's still fucked up. 

"Can grandma come in?" ask Grandma to Mirza. 

"Please, Grandma!" Mirza let Grandma in, then closed the door again. 

Following the grandmother who approached Haira. "Never listen to Nada's words, she is like that. Maybe he considered Mirza's kindness because he liked her. Grandma used to think like that, but everything was answered. You never take anyone away from him, don't keep feeling guilty. You've been giving up all this time for her. Now defend Mirza. You deserve to be happy."

Haira grabbed both of Zubaida's grandmother's hands and grasped them tightly.

"But grandma has to promise, don't say anything to Nada." 

Grandma Zubaida replied with a nod of her head. 

Mirza had caught the secret between the two of them, but for Mirza it was not important, the most important thing at this time was only Haira and Kemal who had to be happy. 

"Now you eat, you must be hungry." Look at Kemal who was asleep under the blanket. 

After Zubaida's grandmother came out, Mirza continued her delayed embrace.

"Can I kiss you?" ask Mirza slowly. Brave to pervert Haira. 

Haira buried her face in Mirza's chest, then patted the man's hand gently. 

"Can, no?" ask Mirza again. 

Haira nodded slowly. Without a hint Mirza immediately fused her lips. She led Haira to the bed. Gently sip Haira's lips that taste sweet.

Mirza let go of her kiss. Rubbing Haira's lips and smiling. 

Pretty good start. 

"We eat first. I'm hungry" said Haira, looking away, embarrassed as Mirza continued to stare at her. 

The dining table was quiet. Only the thump of spoons and plates sounded. Mirza and Haira were silent, and occasionally exchanged lyrics. Look at the empty chair next to my grandmother. 

"Miss, I'm going home tomorrow. I don't want to disturb Nada" said Haira at last. Although inwardly still wanted to stay in the house, still he did not want to disturb the younger brother.

"Grandmother still misses you, Ra. The tone is like that, tomorrow also he will realize himself. Don't think too much."

Wanting to ignore, but his little heart still could not and kept agitated at the thought of Nada.