Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Agreement again

Still in the hotel room

Several times the knocking of the door was heard to disturb Mirza who was still asleep. His struggle last night made him fall asleep, as well as Haira who seemed calm in her dreamland. 

Mirza couldn't bear to wake Haira. Just like her, surely Haira was also exhausted with that passionate night.

Wiggling, stretching his muscles that feel stiff. Accidentally, his hand touched Haira's smooth cheek. 

"Thank you for everything, I won't waste you and Kemal. Your sincerity rendered me helpless, and I ended up losing."

Mirza smile. He went down slowly and opened the door. 

It turned out to be Erkan, the secretary who was standing at the door. 

The man who was already wearing the office clothes thrust the map in his hand at Mirza. 

"I have written as you wish, may Miss Haira agree and sign it."

Mirza opened the map and read the text. Sure enough, Erkan wrote as he asked, and there was nothing lacking or excessive. 

"What's up?" ask Mirza to close the document. Sitting in the iron chair in front of the room. 

Erkan let out a long sigh then followed Mirza's footsteps. 

"Before the accident, Miss Lunara and Halil had a debate. At first they met at the RK restaurant which he said led to a quarrel. Miss Lunara chose to leave, while Halil followed her from behind."

"Then?" ask Mirza enthusiastically. He could not wait to hear the story of Erkan. 

"It was Halil only with Miss Lunara, sir. And no one knows the woman who was with them. For this matter we should ask Miss Haira. He must have remembered the woman's face.''

"Later on, he's still asleep" Mirza said firmly. He did not want to involve his wife with this problem. 

"So Madame Nita asked me to take you to Mugla. She said Miss Haira needs a comfortable place to forget everything."

"Mugla? Brother asked me to honeymoon there?" turn tanya. 

Erkan nodded. Returning to take out some tickets from his suit pocket. 

Mugla is famous for its beautiful natural tourist destinations. Although there are still many beautiful places, sister Nita deliberately recommends that place to recover Haira's trauma. Want to give the best to the sister-in-law after a long life in a slump because of Mirza's attitude.

Mirza took the ticket. He was not so enthusiastic because last night had gotten the most beautiful gift from the wife, but what's wrong with trying to offer Haira. 

"Alright, I'll talk about this with Haira. You keep finding out about Halil and Lunara's relationship."

"Good, Sir."

After Erkan replied, Mirza went back in. His eyes immediately turned to the empty bed. Haira was no longer there. The sound of water gurgling indicates the woman is in the bathroom. 

Mirza put her ticket and map on the table. His feet swung towards the bathroom. "Honey, open the door!" mirza shouted while knocking on the door. 

There is no truth, it looks like Haira did not hear the voice of Mirza, or deliberately ignored her who likes ignorant. 

Almost five minutes waiting in front of the bathroom, Haira finally opened the door. 

Staring at Mirza who was cross-legged with her shoulders leaning against the wall. 

"Would you go to the bathroom too?" Haira took off the towel that wrapped her head. Walk towards the dresser.

Mirza picked up the map and the ticket Erkan had brought. Then approached Haira who began to turn on the hair dryer. 

Sontak Haira rounded her eyes. Looking at Mirza's reflection from the mirror. Laughing at the words of her husband. He never thought much about honeymoon, accepted into the Glora family alone has made him happy. And never expect more. 

"I don't think so" replied Haira quickly. 

"Why? You don't want us both on vacation?" ask Mirza. 

Wrapped his hands around Haira's stomach until the green document was seen from the mirror. 

"We could go on a three-year vacation with Kemal. I never took him for a walk where he wanted to go. I don't have any more money to spoil him. Every day his entertainment is just a truck passing through the mine."

Mirza's heart throbbed with pain when she recalled her son's life. He also slashed, feeling pain without bleeding. Imagine when the innocent boy whines for something, but Haira can not fulfill it. It must be just the disappointment that is felt. He is still very small but has to feel difficulties. Life is short and stressful because of his fatherless status.

"Well, we'll have three days off with Kemal."

Mirza turned Haira's body until now they looked at each other. 

Put the map in Haira's hands. 

"What's this?" Receiving the letter was like repeating when they were newly married, where Mirza gave a deadly covenant letter. 

"Read it!" Mirza continued to stare at Haira's pale-looking face. 

Haira's hand shook until the paper in her hand moved. Slowly he opened it, occasionally staring at Mirza who was in front of him. 

Will he return to give the agreement like that time? 

De deg deg deg 

Haira's heart rhymed faster. He was afraid that Mirza would repeat the same thing as before. 

There are some points Haira should pay attention to. Among them the writing confirms that Mirza has bound him for life. That means Haira can't escape her. 

Mirza also tells Haira to always be with him in joy and sorrow. Give the child and all his time. The authority to guard the treasure Mirza has.

"Do I have to sign it too?" asked Haira to pick up the pen that was in the middle of the paper. 

"Hhhmmmm." replied Mirza confidently. 

However, Haira again closed the map without signing it.

"You've reneged on a deal you wrote yourself, haven't you?" haira reminded.  As a wife, she does not want to be oppressed. Although Mirza repeatedly expressed love, she did not want the past to happen again. 

Mirza. He used to loudly say he wouldn't touch Haira. But in reality, he desecrated the woman causing her profound trauma. 

"It's my turn now." 

Haira grabbed both of Mirza's hands and grasped them tightly. "Please promise me that you won't hurt me and Kemal. If there's no love for me anymore, let me go find a life of my own." 

Mirza took a heavy breath and nodded. Haira's body tightly hugged. Inhaling deeply the soothing aroma of soap. His lips were still silent, as if permeating every word Haira spoke. Until the knock of the door again disperse the silence created.

Mirza opened the door. This time it was Aslan who was there.

"What's wrong?" Closing the door tightly, afraid that his best friend saw Haira wearing a bathrobe.

''I'm just saying, it turns out Lunara and Halil were dating when they were in college."