Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Surprise

Haira was still glued to the spot with teary eyes. Being greeted by honorable people was like a dream to him, even Nita herself who approached him while getting out of the car.

Being in the middle of the Glora family made it awkward so that Haira could not dwell. Cold sweat began to pour out watching his nervousness. He was afraid that he would embarrass Mirza because he already had a wife from ordinary people. 

"What event is this, brother?" Haira looked at her sister-in-law in turn. It was not their faces that were the center of attention, but the clothes he wore were like someone throwing a party. 

Nita grabs Haira's hand. "Today we'll welcome you as Glora's daughter-in-law. If mommy and daddy were alive, they'd be happy."

Haira looked at Mirza who was standing beside her. The man was silent to see people passing by approaching him. 

Kemal came down from Mirza's sling and ran over to Hasan and Fajar who looked neat. 

"Why aren't my clothes as good as yours?" Face whining. Menjewer pajamas sleep wrapped his body, because panic Haira did not have time to change clothes Kemal. 

"Here, let's change brother." Tsamara waved her hand towards the kemal. 

Kemal followed his brothers, followed by a few servants from behind. 

"Now you go in first" Deniz added. As the head of the family, the man was as enthusiastic as the others. 

Having a party for her youngest sister was their wish for a long time, but Mirza's hidden marriage made them have to be late.

Haira pulled the hand of Mirza who was about to step up. 

"What's wrong?" mirza asked in a whisper, barely even heard. 

"Why should we be welcomed like this, we've been married a long time, I'm ashamed anyway." 

"Are you ashamed to be my wife?" his screeches.

For the umpteenth time Mirza misinterpreted Haira's speech. 

Wrong again, right?

Haira shook her head quickly, not the time for a storm, she chose to quietly follow Mirza and all her relatives.

"Darling, you go to the room first. I'll be followed." Mirza let go of Haira's hand as she saw some important guests calling out to her. 

Haira leaves Mirza who starts scattering with the others. 

"Welcome to Glora's family, Miss Haira," said the woman at the end of the room. Despite being old, the woman before him looked beautiful and graceful. The jewelry that adorned her neck and hands perfected her incredible beauty. 

Haira cupped her hands and smiled. He doesn't know what to do with them. And maybe a sweet smile would be the best answer. 

The waiter opened the door of the hotel room. Let Haira in. Some people were waiting inside. I don't know who and what his duties are, Haira doesn't want to ask a lot.

"This is the room for you and Mirza."

Haira turned towards the source of the voice. It turned out that Aynur came while carrying a wedding dress. 

Haira scatters hugging Aynur who also has a beautiful appearance.

"Congratulations, Ra. Finally you are the port of love Mirza. You also have given birth to Glora's descendants. May you be as happy as me and Nita."

Haira's tears are spilling. He is moved by the kindness of the Mirza family. If you remember at the beginning of the meeting, Haira never expected to be happy like this. But God is heart-turning and now makes Mirza good to him. 

"Please, miss, time's up." A MUA was ready to remodel Haira's face. 

After being filled with fear, Haira was now more relieved. It turned out that behind the incident this morning was a surprise from her sister Mirza, and it was very special for her. 

Mirza who was still wearing casual clothes was meeting some or important. His face continued to be radiant while talking to them. Discuss work that has no end.

"Congratulations on the wedding, sir. Finally you get Miss Lunara's replacement."

Mr. Bahadir reached out in front of Mirza. 

"Thank you, sir," Mirza answered. And that's what he did to the other guests.

"Za, you change clothes first, Haira is waiting above" said Nita.

Mirza left behind several important clients. He walked straight to the room the waiter showed. 

"It's too fancy, I don't think I deserve to wear it." A voice from inside the room stopped Mirza who was about to enter. The man popped his head, looking at Haira who was only looking at her dress. 

"But this is an order, miss. You have to wear it," said the waiter was a little pushy, he did not want to be blamed if Haira's appearance was less than optimal. 

"What's this?" asked Mirza who finally came to Haira. Just wearing makeup Mirza was fascinated, and he imagined if the clothes wrapped the body of the wife, would be more beautiful.

"Miss Haira doesn't want to wear her dress, sir," the maid reports in a friendly bow. 

Mirza took over the clothes that were in the servant's hands and sent the woman out. 

Now in the room that dominates the white color there is only a couple who are drunk in love.

"You wear it yourself, or do I wear it?" tawar Mirza's. His eyes are not distracted from the face of Haira who looks beautiful like an angel. 

"But that's too good, honey. I don't think I deserve it." Refuse in a subtle way, because he knows that Mirza can't just listen to his words. 

"Wear it, don't argue too much!" Mirza reiterated. 

Haira takes the shirt and takes it to the bathroom. The protest was free, because he would never win.

A few minutes later, she came out wearing a wedding dress. 

Mirza who was sitting on the edge of the bed could hardly blink when she saw Haira. All this time he knew, his wife was just a plain simple girl, but now she was like the king's daughter. 

"What did you see?" Haira's voice broke Mirza's daydream. 

"You're beautiful." Whispering in Haira's ear that made the empu blush. 

Mirza helped tidy up Haira's clothes and then held both of her shoulders from behind. Dribble right in front of the mirror. Catch each other's shadows.

"If I had known for a long time, our wedding would not have been delayed. I'm sorry."

Haira smiled, turned her body around and wrapped her hands around Mirza's neck. 

"Thank you we just got to know. Don't you want to forget everything?" Smack Mirza's lightning lips. 

"Snap change, Za. The show was about to start" shouted someone in the doorway. 

Mirza removed Haira's slender waist and picked up the prepared clothes. Don't want to buy time afraid of being hit by the brother's jewel.

Clasping each other tightly and walking in parallel, Haira and Mirza walked down the dangling stairs. A boisterous applause accompanied the steps of those who were about to arrive at the venue.

Haira and Mirza continued to review happy smiles. However, there is something that makes Haira happier when she sees the grandmother and also Nada who is beside Nita.

Although Nada's face was still pouting, at least on this special day could enjoy with her beloved family.