Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Second night

Haira's defense collapsed. Her rock-hard heart was now shattered with Mirza's sweet demeanor. There is no reason to refuse anymore. Mirza has proven what was said. The gentle touch after touch was able to bring Haira's body flying up. 

He forgets his arrogance as Mirza keeps locking on to his movements. Haira could not dwell anymore and chose to resign with the treatment of her husband. 

The heat battle just happened. On the soft bed, under the dim lighting was a couple through the second night. The night that Mirza was waiting for. Although he had to work hard, now he could have Haira completely. 

Still covered in sweat, Haira buried her face in Mirza's chest. Looking for the most comfortable place to bring him to dreamland, also hid his face that hinted at the struggle earlier. Even as if he forgot himself while enjoying the beauty of nirvana with his husband. 

The pillows and bolsters scattered also became a silent witness, how fierce Mirza when devouring Haira. The rose petals that had been neatly inscribed have now been scattered out of nowhere, even some seeds attached to the bodies of Mirza and Haira.

Seven years of living in a vacuum, Mirza now back to feel the beauty of making love. Spilling all hidden desires.

"Are you going to ask me to take another pill?" haira said, reminding me of the past.

"Yes," Mirza answered briefly. He was still adjusting his breath because of exhaustion. Returns the power that was drained.

"Why?" Haira distanced her body, but Mirza quickly grabbed it again until the two were no distance away. 

"Aren't you going to have a child from my womb?" 

"Why is that what you remember?" sergeant Mirza kissed Haira's forehead. 

"Want to?" Haira wants an explanation from Mirza. 

"If allowed I would also like to have many children from your womb. But if you're pregnant now, it's not fair for Kemal, let him enjoy being his only child."

"But if I get pregnant like that?" ask Haira limp. Because, at that time he remembered that he had swallowed the pill given Mirza, but still could get pregnant. The miracle of the Creator is beyond doubt.

"Sir papa, honey. It was just a plan. Even if you're pregnant again, it means God trusts me."

Even though his eyes are heavy. Mirza kept opening it to get the second ration. Keep shaking Haira's arm. 

Silent moment. Haira closed her eyes. A flash of that shadow flashed making the woman wake up. 

"O yes, now I remember."

"Remember what?" Mirza still responded casually. 

Haira raised her head. Opening Mirza's almost closed eyes. 

"I've seen Halil." Hearing the name of the man Haira spoke made Mirza's chest explode. For some reason, he did not like his wife to mention other people's names. 

"Where?" ask Mirza lazily.

No matter how good his mood was, when it came to other people it would definitely be as chaotic as it is right now. 

"During Miss Lunara's accident, I saw her there with a woman. I thought he'd help, but he left."

Mirza furrowed her brows. Haira's expression really surprised him. 

That night he was not at the scene, but Ayla's testimony made him believe and did not want to find out, even some people said if Haira purely hit Lunara who was passing. 

"You mean?"

Haira recounted the incident that night that claimed the life of her husband's fiancee. He still remembers when Halil and the woman ran behind Lunara. Then they left when Lunara fell on the road.

"You sure?" ask Mirza to make sure. 

Why did Halil get to be with Lunara, then who was the woman Haira meant?

Mirza was still lying on Haira's side, but her brain was already wandering. Guess what really happened. Started to wonder about the mystery behind everything that happened. 

Grab his phone and call Erkan. 

"Hello, Mister. Do you need anything?"

"I want to talk about Lunara's death again. Haira said during the incident, she saw Halil and the woman there. You find out what's really going on."

"Good, Sir." Mirza disconnected her connection and put her phone on the nightstand. . 

Haira looked at Mirza's face filled with worry.

Does Mirza still love Lunara. If so, why ask me to come back. Even though that woman is dead, I still don't want to be cheated on. 

Haira chose to close her eyes. She does not want to think negatively about her husband who has clearly proven love for her. 

A few minutes later. Mirza sat down while rubbing the sad face of Haira who may have been carried away by a dream. Tidying the woman's hair. 

"I'm sorry." Pulling the blanket to cover Haira's entire body.

Mirza's in pajamas. Grab his phone again and walk towards the balcony. Afraid of harassing Haira who was already asleep. 

Haira's words were ringing in Mirza's ears. As if it gave evidence that Halil was also involved with what Lunara was doing. 

What's behind Lunara's death. Why is Halil there, there's no way she's just passing by. 

Mirza looked for some names of people she could trust, then stopped at Aslan's name. Because, only that man knows a lot about himself and Lunara. 

"Hello, Za. What's up?" ask for a heavy voice from there. 

"There's a duty for you. Haira said that when Lunara was hit by the motorbike there was also Halil, but more confusing he chose to leave. You investigate, what exactly is the relationship between Halil and Lunara. It can't be just a coincidence."

Aslan who had closed his eyes only agreed to Mirza's words. Although it sounded vague, he still understood what the friend said. 

Haira opened her eyes as Mirza's conversation sounded serious. Anxious hit pierced the chest, when he had given everything, precisely the fear was present. Lunara is not a rival for him, but he is still afraid that Mirza will turn back and just use it for fear of Nita and Deniz.

Mirza returned to the bed and laid her body down. Staring at the ceiling of his room filled with decoration.

"What do you think?" Haira opened her voice.

Mirza reviewed the smile. "It's nothing."

When he was anxious, someone rebelled. Mirza immediately grabbed Haira's lips mercilessly.

"I want one more time." Mirza whispered in Haira's ear which was immediately answered a nod by the woman.

"Wait!" Haira's words stopped Mirza's lips almost down the two twin mountains owned by the wife.

Mirza looked at Haira's bead, then down to the lips to the neck. Many signs of love there that make Mirza smile amusedly. He still hides the Haira below him. Not wanting to let go let alone let it go.

"Not so," seduced Haira seduces.

Immediately Mirza continued his action and again showed how powerful the weapon that had long meditated.