Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Fiesta

The wedding procession of Haira and Mirza left many important events behind. The party was held only as a symbol of the presence of a new family in their home. Even so, it does not reduce the festivity of the event attended by many guests. Among them was even surprised that Mirza already had a beautiful wife and a very handsome son. 

Seven years Haira is far from family. Even he forgets to laugh, every day can only be angry and annoyed with the situation. All the neighbors kept creating problems until his heart was as hard as a rock.

As a result, Mirza had to explain everything, fearing they thought badly of her status as a child in marriage. 

Nita and Deniz deliberately only invite important people and distant relatives. Fear Haira is uncomfortable when meeting many unknown people. 

"Where to go?"  Suddenly Haira remembered the son who had not been next to her.

"Just calm down, Brother Nita has already secured the children. Nothing's gonna happen to her." 

Saying as Nita said to him. 

Half the show went well. How many more sessions are completed. Haira is hungry, but she doesn't dare tell Mirza. He could only hold his stomach which started to sound. 

Sometimes looking at Mirza who seemed to enjoy the music. Then switch the sister who was in the middle of the other guests. 

Hopefully after this Tada is aware and not angry with me anymore. 

"Congratulations, Za. Long gone it turns out you already have a wife" said a man who shook hands with Mirza.

"It wasn't me who disappeared, it was you." Mirza patted the man's arm.

The two laughed and hugged each other. Then pin the prize safety pin on Mirza's shirt. 

Haira turned her head, looking at the man who was in front of her husband. His face was not so foreign, it was just that Haira had forgotten, where she had met the man. 

"Congratulations, Miss." He reached out his hand in front of Haira. 

Haira just nodded. His hand that was about to receive the man's helping hand was pulled by Mirza. 

"Don't touch my wife! You will fall in love with her" Mirza accuses, and the two laugh out loud again.

A short but joking meeting. Seeing the length of the queue of guests who wanted to congratulate the bride, the man went down again. 

"Who is he, honey?" ask Haira enthusiastically. 

Mirza followed the direction of Haira's eyes of the scenery. 

"Name Halil, used to be a college friend. Now he owns automotive companies in different countries." Stopped for a moment to look at Haira's dumb face. "You know him?" Again the question cornered Haira. 

Haira shook her head, "If you know why? If not, why?" ask Haira.

"You can't know anyone but me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have introduced you to him either."

Mirza's answer made Haira's heart both upset and happy. Upset because her husband is too possessive, happy because it is also a sign that Mirza does love him a man. 

Five hours later, the party was finally over. All the guests say goodbye to the whole family, especially Mirza and Haira. One by one they left the building.

"What time?" asked Haira in a soft voice, one of her hands holding her stomach that felt rumbling. 

"Four ten."

At that instant Haira threw her body on the chair. His legs were really flexible and not strong to support his body. His eyes were drowsy and sleepy. 

"You're hungry, huh?" Nita came with food. Followed by Zubaida's grandmother from behind. 

Wanting to answer no, but his stomach was getting rebellious, wanting to answer yes, he was embarrassed. 

Why should Nita's sister bring. 

"Eat it, honey. Than a stomachache."

Back, his eyes looked at a familiar woman. 

Somehow, their shadows flashed so real, yet Haira forgot who and where she had met those people.

Is it possible that I saw him while still working in a garment factory? 

Still guessing the two people who were the guests of the invitation. As if, there was a serious incident that made Haira unsettled. 

"Ra, tonight let Kemal sleep with Dawn and Hasan." 

Mirza immediately raised her thumb without asking for approval from Haira. 

Zubaida's grandmother doesn't talk much. He only nodded if he agreed and shook his head if not. A little in disbelief can be a noble family.

"Where's the tone, Grandma?" ask Haira on the sidelines to eat her.

Haira's grandmother pointed to Nada who was talking to a man. Although from the beginning of the event to the end they did not speak a word, Haira was relieved that Nada wanted to pose with her.

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The night was getting late, the ballroom was getting quiet. There were only a few servants cleaning the room. Mirza lifted Haira's body which was staggering. 

"I'm tired." Haira leaned her head against Mirza's chest. Closing his eyes that were already heavy. 

"Sleep, let me change my clothes." 

"But I'm gonna take a shower." Even though his eyes were closed, Haira could still listen to Mirza's words. 

The waiter helped Mirza open the door. After that, close it again. 

The smell of the rose piercing the nasal cavity made Haira open her eyes. Look at the ceiling of the room. The lights are dim. At once Hiara's chest rumbled as Mirza laid down her body. 

As he had seen on tv, after the reception there would definitely be an acra the first night. Will it happen the second night?

"Would you take a shower first, what's going to sleep?" asked Mirza while opening the high heels that wrapped Haira's feet. 

"A..I __" Haira's words restrained. His tongue felt muddy and unable to pronounce sentences correctly. She was nervous when Mirza was being so gentle with her.

"Don't be afraid, I won't ask for my rights until you allow it yourself."

Mirza kissed Haira's forehead. Convince the woman not to be afraid. As he said, it will not be forced like that time. 

Haira looked at Mirza who was busy taking off her clothes. He considers himself too selfish and does not think of Mirza who would want his body. However, the incident still persisted until fear continued to rise, fearing Mirza treated him harshly. 

"I want to take a shower" said Haira breaking the silence. 

Mirza approached Haira who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Helps clean the face and remove its accessories. 

"Would you shower with me?" tawar Mirza tease. 

Haira nodded slowly at the receiving sign.

They went into the bathroom together. Haira stood beside the door waiting for Mirza who was still filling the bathtub with warm water. Like the newlyweds, the room was filled with lit candles. It seems Nita has indeed prepared everything as romantic as possible.

"You take a shower first."

Haira pulled the hand of Mirza who was about to leave. "I want us to take a bath together."

Mirza smiled as Haira put her lips together.

Will there be a second night in the bathroom? Mirza expects that to happen, although the odds are very small.