Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Panicked

Mirza massaged her temple. Follow dizzy to see Haira who continues to pacing. He was not a person who cared about his surroundings, but now Haira seemed to tie him up and drag into the problems that befall him. 

Love defeats everything. Tear down Mirza's rock-hard heart. Even to get angry he felt difficulty when he was near the woman. All the anger was carried away by the wind when he saw Haira. 

"Still thinking of Tone?" cetus, lay his body again. 

Haira nodded and ruffled her waist. His brain continued to wander in search of the right way to talk to the girl. Explain everything so as not to drag on. 

"Don't think about it, what matters is that we're happy now." As usual, Mirza was indifferent, and that made Haira dislike the figure of her husband. 

"Can't be so dong, honey. That tone is my sister, if not me who cares, who else? Grandma is old, while Nada has no husband."

Approaching Mirza who from earlier looked busy with her face. 

"I'm handsome, don't you think?" tanya Mirza switched the conversation. He is uncomfortable if he has to talk about the Tone that is still unstable. 

''Why indeed?" Haira asked back. 

"Not many people like it?" 

Haira clucked in annoyance. Since when did her husband ask something that was clearly visible. Even everyone knows that Mirza's good looks are above average. 

"I'm pretty, aren't I?" Haira returned the confession of her husband. Down his eyebrows, teasing. 

"Pretty." 

Saying normally, even without a flattering expression. "But I'm the better-looking one."

"Hamiz is also handsome. He was good, never hated me. Never hurt me one bit. And always understand me."

Skunks

Both hands of Mirza clenched perfectly hearing the name called the wife. His head felt like it would break when compared to others. His eyes lit up as if harboring an enormous anger. 

Even though it was true, he still did not accept it. 

"Do you love him?" peekit Mirza's. 

Haira could see the anger on Mirza's face, even she looked at her husband's clenched hands. 

"No, because you're more everything to me. Although cruel, still you are Kemal's father. No one has ever made me fall in love other than Mr. Mirza Asil Glora, an arrogant and inhumane man."

Ha ha ha ha

Haira laughed out loud. Not afraid of Mirza who can do anything to her. Basically, he is superior because it can make Mirza fall in love first. Even to this day his heart still hesitates to give up its life to the man. 

Mirza pulled Haira's body and held her until she had trouble breathing. 

"Don't be angry, I won't look at other men, because you're perfect in my eyes."

Mirza's chest was relieved, the anger that had settled down had disappeared. 

"Mommy." A hoarse voice greeted the arms of Haira and Mirza. Kemal was sitting in the middle of his parents. 

"Are you awake, son?" ask Mirza. 

"When we go home, I want to meet with Brother Fajar and brother Hasan." For the tenth time Kemal whines. 

"Well, we'll go home."

The phone rang to stop the laughter of Mirza's little family. Haira moved and took her husband's cell phone. Stare at the name that flashes on the screen. 

"Sir Nita, dear."

"Let's just!" mirza.

"Hello, sister," said Haira again sitting next to Mirza switching to loudspeaker mode. 

The sound of crying made Haira and Mirza shocked. They looked at each other and focused on their phones. 

"You go home soon." Nita's voice was also disjointed as if holding something back. 

"What's really going on?" mirza asked again, her chest rumbling, afraid that something might happen to her family. 

"Anyway you go home quickly," added Nita and then turn off the phone. 

Mirza got out of bed. He contacted Erkan, the secretary. The panic hit made him unable to think clearly. 

Damn it, where the hell is Erkan going? Cussing inwardly, afraid Kemal heard inappropriate talk. 

Being connected but not picked up is more annoying than an inactive number. 

Later, Mirza contacted her accursed friend. Just like Erkan, Aslan did not pick up the phone from him either. 

"Don't let them make me angry, '" he looked at his cell phone. 

"What if something bad happens to our family." Haira panicked and hugged Kemal. 

The problem with Nada has not been resolved, but there must be another new problem that hits them. 

"Then we go home now."

Mirza grabbed Lion's tiny body, one hand holding Haira and then came out. 

"Grandmother," cried Haira in a loud voice. 

There's no sayings, the house is very quiet, there's not even a sign of anyone there. 

Haira knocked on the door of Nada's room many times. There was no answer that made her have to run to Grandma's room. 

Just like Nada, grandma did not answer Haira's loud calling. 

Where are they anyway? ask Haira in heart. He spread his eyes to every empty room. 

So nervous Haira tripped the legs of the kitchen table. Fortunately, Mirza's hand stalled in time until Haira did not fall. 

"Maybe Grandma went to the market, and Nada worked" Haira said after seeing the clock hanging on the wall of the living room. 

"We're going home now. Let me call grandma later."

Haira followed Mirza's wide steps that were in front of her. 

Maybe the driver had also heard about what happened at home, until the man in black uniform had prepared a car. 

Mirza entered without asking. His heart was agitated, afraid that if a calamity happened to his family. 

"Quickly a little!" tell Mirza to the driver. 

"I'm scared" said Haira, leaning her head on Mirza's shoulder. 

" Don't be afraid, there I am." 

The car drove so quietly splitting the crowded streets. Mirza continued to look forward hoping to quickly arrive at the mansion, while Haira continued to pray, hoping that all was well. 

Not according to his expectations that will be smooth. It turned out that the road was jammed until several times Mirza hit the back of the seat.

Keep on clenching in the heart. For some reason, his heart grew increasingly agitated considering all his family. 

Nine hours later, Mirza's car entered Istanbul. Although he had not yet arrived at his home, he could be calmer. Frown when the speed of the car is not in the direction of a large house. It was as if the driver had not gone the wrong way. 

"Don't play games with me" Mirza quipped. 

The driver smiled. "Let's just calm, sir, I'm not going the wrong way." 

Isn't this the way to the hotel, actually what happened anyway? If someone is sick, why not go to the hospital.

Sure enough, the car stopped in front of the family-owned hotel. When viewed from the front, there was nothing strange, the place was extremely crowded. As usual, guests came in and out of the building. However, there is an awkwardness that makes Mirza suspicious.