Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Use the agreement

Mirza went into her room. Unlike usual who immediately teased or approached Haira, this time the man looked lethargic and sat on the edge of the bed. Zelyn's words rang out, causing her heart to be in turmoil.

Haira who had just prepared food from the waiter came up to Mirza and sat down beside him. The woman looked beautiful with a black dres in contrast to her clear white skin. 

"What do you want to eat now?" ask her. 

"Later," Mirza answered briefly. Grasping his phone with his head down. 

"But I'm hungry." Haira rubbed her increasingly rebellious stomach. 

"You eat first" replied Mirza. Again, the man had an unusual expression. 

Despite her status as Mirza's wife, Haira has not dared to interfere too much with the man's affairs. He picked up the food and took it beside Mirza. 

"I'll bribe you." Haira thrust the spoon containing the food and the side dish in front of Mirza's mouth. 

"But I'm not hungry" replied Mirza trying to get rid of the spoon. 

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either. Have you not promised that we will always be together in joy and sorrow. Did you forget?" 

Haira could make use of the contents of the agreement to keep reminding Mirza. He wanted his household this time to go as they planned. 

Mirza put down the phone and the plate in Haira's hand and hugged the girl tightly. 

"I'm sorry." I don't know how many times, Mirza seems not bored to continue to say it. 

Haira returned Mirza's embrace stroking the man's back. Spreading strength to the husband who seems to be fragile. 

"Why you?" asked Haira without taking off her embrace. Fishing Mirza to talk about the issues that are enveloping the moment. 

"It turns out Lunara betrayed me, she's pregnant with another man."

Haira could feel what Mirza was feeling right now, it must be a pain that could not be expressed with words. Even though the incident was only the past, it still created a deep sadness. 

From the bottom of her heart, Haira wants Mirza to see her. But what power, he could not do that, and wanted to know the ins and outs of a Lunara who once lived in Mirza's heart to the heart to hurt him. 

"Do you know the man who impregnated Miss Lunara?" ask Haira.

Mirza shook her head, even though her brain had guessed someone suspicious, she was still silent before getting evidence. 

Haira let go of her embrace. Grab Mirza's hand and stick it on her chest. 

"Aren't you able to forget Miss Lunara?" tanya Haira stressed. 

Mirza looked at both of Haira's eyeballs. He can catch the jealousy there. 

"You jealous?" ask Mirza to make sure. 

Haira smiles. "Do I deserve to be jealous of someone who has died. But I want you to keep all the promises you made yourself." 

Haira stood up from her seat, but Mirza swiftly pulled the woman's wrist until it fell into her lap. 

"Darling, listen to me!" pinta Mirza cupped both cheeks of Hiara. 

"I didn't do it all because I was still in love with Lunara. He's just a past that can't possibly come back. But I want to know what's really going on behind all this. I just don't want any more misunderstandings. Don't ever think I'm gonna beat you up and look for another woman."

Mirza kissed Haira's lips lightning." Because my future is you and Kemal" he continued.

Mirza put her forehead on Haira's forehead. His eyes went down every inch of that woman's face. 

"Today you are beautiful." Mirza started flirting. His hand crept on Haira's neck which was still filled with red marks.

The first time they ate a plate of both.

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Today Mirza decided to go home. Haira herself asked him not to move and occupy the old house. Despite many bad memories, Haira learned a lesson in which their love started from that place. 

Still in the car, Mirza stared at the sturdy building in front of her. For a long time he had not set foot there, even before going to Indonesia he rarely lived in the house and chose to occupy the apartment owned by Fuad. 

"I remember when you bought herbs" Mirza said suddenly as she watched bi Enis walk out the front door. 

"I also remember, and I haven't paid any debts to bi Enis."

Mirza took her phone and pressed the calculator. 

"What year is the day?" ask Haira. 

"Three hundred and sixty-five days," replied Haira innocently.

"If seven multiplied by how many?" add again. 

Haira thought for a moment. 

"Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five," Haira replied casually. She did not understand what her husband meant. 

"Every day the money you borrow will have a hundred liras, so now just count, how many liras you have to pay."

Aaaa

Haira covered her ears with both palms while looking at Mirza annoyed. 

"That's not good, honey. Bi Enis is not that kind of person," Haira cried. 

Mirza took off her seat belt. Malirik the wife who looks annoyed. 

"Who said he had to pay the money to bi Enis. At that time I replaced it immediately, so you have to pay me."

Haira was stunned, as if in disbelief at the expression of her husband. If Mirza changed the money borrowed at that time, it means that Mirza has cared for her for a long time. 

"really?" Haira made sure again. 

"Really, Honey. I replaced it with a very large amount. And the night I came straight to grandma's house, but grandma said you didn't come home. I'm sending men to look for you. Turns out they failed and didn't find you."

"I know," replied Haira. Because, several times he met Mirza's men. It was just that his capable disguise was able to avert their gaze.

From afar, Bi Enis stared at Mirza's car parked in the courtyard. He approached the guard on duty.

"That's like Mr Mirza's car?" tanya bi Enis pointed at the luxury car parked away from him.

"Yes, it was Mr. Mirza's car."

Want to get closer, scared. However, bi Enis was curious about the undescended inhabitants.

The awaited moment finally arrived. The car door was opened by the driver. Looks beautiful woman with long hair down then followed Mirza from behind.

Bi Enis commented on the smiles of seeing those who looked happy.

"Welcome, Miss." Bi Enis and a few maids greeted kindly. They lined up on the left and right sides giving way to Haira and Mirza.

"Mommy, Daddy.." cried the little boy at the door, making Haira smile.