Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Harassment

Arini stared at Haira's appearance from top to bottom. Inwardly said that the woman was a prospective maid in the house of the elder sister. 

Mirza went back up the stairs to the second floor. Letting Haira who was still in her confusion. Not knowing where to go, everyone in the house was just indifferent and did not welcome his arrival. 

It is not like a warmly welcomed bride, but a rough beggar. He did not know the direction and place he wanted to go. Wanting to ask, he did not know anyone, the only person he interacted with was gone. 

Arini walked slowly towards Haira who was still staring in place. 

"Who are you?" ask Arini ketus. Turning Haira's body shorter than hers. 

Seeing his appearance that the village alone is disgusting makes Arini nauseous and amused. Especially Mirza, definitely would not want to approach him. 

"I am the future wife of Mr. Mirza," replied Haira loudly, not only did Arini hear, some servants around him also stopped his activities. Make sure what they're with from Haira's rannum lips. Surprising, perhaps the venerable Mr. Mirza had a future wife who was well above the criteria.

Arini laughed, pulling Haira's hair from behind until the master gasped in surprise. 

"Wife candidate? Don't dream of you." Arini pushed Haira's body. Releasing his hand until the girl staggered and almost fell. 

Then I have to say what, isn't that what was written earlier. 

Haira just said in her heart. He did not want to muddy the atmosphere that was already gripping. 

One of the middle-aged maids approached Haira. 

"Miss please, I'll show you the room, you." 

The woman walked followed Haira from behind. Leaving Arini who still seems annoyed at him. It is not inevitable that the house is very luxurious, but there is not the slightest comfort there that makes Haira's heart restless. 

Arriving in front of a room, the woman stopped her steps. Help Haira open the door. 

"This is the room, Miss. Please come in, all your stuff is already inside." 

Haira pops her head. His eyes ran through a large room. Sure enough, he saw his suitcase was perched on the side of the bed. 

What a place is this, my God. Soon I'm stuck in a marriage with Mr. Mirza, if I should talk again before marriage. 

"Thank you, Bi," said Haira softly. 

"Bi," called Haira before the woman moved away. 

"Whose Aunt's name?" ask Haira. 

"Call me Bi Enis, Miss."

Haira nodded then closed the door after bi Enis passed."

"From yesterday I haven't called grandma, she must have been very worried about me."

Haira picked up her small bag and sat down on the edge of the bed. Scooping on his old flat objects.

As a result of the accident, Haira's phone screen was broken, fortunately it can still be used, although a little unfit, he still retains the object in order to communicate with his family. Moreover, this month's salary has not entered, so he can not send money. 

Haira immediately contacted Grandma Jubaida and her sister. 

"Hello, Ra," greeted Jubaida's grandmother in a weak tone. 

Haira's eyes glazed over, she couldn't tell what had happened to her. My grandmother will feel what she is feeling right now. Moreover, his body that is elderly cannot be able to carry a heavy mind load. 

Haira put her phone away for a moment. Wiping her tears that escaped wetting her cheeks. 

I must be strong, all this must pass and I can live quietly with grandma and Nada. 

Haira stuck her flat object in the ear, resisting the nearly bursting cry. 

"You must be busy" said Grandma Jubaida with a crisp laugh. 

"No papa, Ra. The important thing is that you are healthy, take care of yourself, grandma and Nada will always pray for you. Nada's birthday is coming home, right?" ask grandma Jubaida. 

Haira promised to go home on her birthday. 

How about this, will Mr. Mirza allow me. Ah bodo very, it's a business later, the important thing is that I answer yes so that grandmother is relieved. 

"Yes, Grandma. I must be home." 

Chequelek

The door is wide open 

Haira just turned her head with the phone still connected to her grandmother. 

Mirza's tall body pecked at the doorway. Walk slowly towards Haira. Grabbing the girl's phone and slamming it to pieces. 

Haira stared at her beloved cellphone sprawled formless. How can he contact his grandmother if it's broken. It was the only way to unravel the longing, but now it is gone. 

"Tu...Master, why was my phone thrown away?" haira said with trembling lips. His face was pale. He shifted his seat as Mirza continued to step closer. 

Mirza held out her hand. Grip Haira's jaw firmly. Closer his face to the face of the girl who looked grimacing in pain. 

So close, Haira could feel the breath of Mirza who was hunting.

"You signed the agreement, which means you have no right to interfere with what I'm doing." Release grip. Pull Haira's body into the middle of the bed, then throw it violently. His knees locked Haira until the girl could not move. 

"Master what do you want?" ask Haira lirih. 

Mirza took off the belt that was coiled in her stomach. His face was filled with ambition. The movement was too fast that Haira could not dodge anymore, she took it for granted as Mirza tied her hands up. 

"I have a game for you, take it easy."

Mirza felt the chest of Haira that looks kembis. Laughs wryly as the girl below seems to get more and more frightened. 

"Sir, please don't!" haira said pleading, her legs trying to kick. But for free, Mirza has closed it tightly and does not give room to move. 

Mirza took off Haira's upper shirt button. Revealing her white chest, even the black twin mountain coverings of Haira were exposed. 

Haira is devastated. His pride was trampled. His heart was like a big rock. It hurts, even more than anything when Mirza abused her. 

"Master, I will do anything, as long as it does not tarnish me," Haira continued on the sidelines of her cries.

Mirza tore off all of Haira's clothes until the girl's body was covered only in a bra and triangular pants that covered her sensitive area.

Mirza's fingers crept. Tracing every part of Haira's body curves, to make the master cry hysterically. 

"You ruined my life. Now it's my turn to ruin your life" Mirza said. His hand stopped on Haira's thigh. 

"Punish me, sir. Don't do this!" Haira unceasingly pleads, hoping for mercy on Mirza who now rules over her. 

Mirza turned her lips. He was sure that Haira thought that she would actually touch the girl's body.

"You think I'm gonna touch you? It's disgusting, even when I won't make you a real wife, I just want to make your life ruined and have no future" Mirza said. 

Haira gave thanks in her heart, although her pride had now been lowered at least her chastity could still be saved. 

Mirza opened the door without untying Haira's hand. Let the girl naked. 

"You help her get changed, the wedding will take place in an hour" Mirza told someone at the door.