Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Persuading Arini

Like a binding magic, that's how Mirza thinks it is. When he was close to Haira certainly could not resist the desire that was always passionate. After moving Kemal in her room, Mirza returned to the room. Earlier he told all the maids not to bother him. Moreover, all her sisters have come home which makes her relieved. 

This is the plan of the first ritual at home after they are reunited. Mirza did not want to waste a narrow time considering the sensitivity of Kemal when he was near his mommy.

"Do you want to do it now?" ask Haira. Her soft voice really teased Mirza's sleeping maleness soul. 

"Yes." Yeah." Answering briefly while taking off his shirt, now just leave the boxer. Walk straight to bed.

Without asking for permission, Haira immediately climbed up and sat on Mirza's thigh until the two netra met each other. 

"It looks like it's starting in winter, aren't you cold?" Haira rubbed her hands and placed them on the chest of her husband's field that was not covered by a thread. 

"No," Mirza replied briefly. His eyes turned to look at Haira's red lips. From the bottom of his heart he wanted to devour it immediately, but he had to be patient, afraid that bad memories would cross back.

A sense of warmth began to spread throughout Mirza's body. The lady's hand was able to stir something up down there.

"But I'm cold." Mirza grabbed Haira's body which was above her. Put the woman's head on her chest. 

Haira could hear Mirza's heartbeat clearly.  Following the movement of his body that rises and falls while breathing. 

Haira's hands began to creep up on her husband's sispek stomach. He was tempted by the athletic body that last night took him flying into space. 

"Can you serve me now?" 

It seemed like last night's unification was enough to give a good start until Haira immediately nodded. 

The fear slowly began to vanish without a trace.

Without warning, Mirza immediately continued her action. Reversing the position of Haira who was above him became below him and then encrusting him. Like a starving lion, the man did not hesitate to strip his clothes. Within minutes, the reunification happened as proof of their love. 

Not giving Haira a chance to be free. Mirza continues to prove a manhood that has long missed her paradise. 

Satisfied with her struggle, Mirza laid her body beside Haira. Bringing the tired body of the wife into his arms. 

"You go to sleep first, let me take care of Kemal."

"You didn't give me a sign like last night again, did you?" ask Haira scared. 

Mirza laughed. Actually he wanted to add the beautiful sign, but remember Kemal, he also undo it.

"No, hon. Just calm. If it's gone, let me make it again."

Instantly Haira pinched Mirza's waist which made the empress grimace. 

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Fuad and Deniz who are already in the apartment continue to persuade Arini to go home. Although they are only cousins, but his affection also exceeds siblings.

"Girls aren't good at staying out alone. If you don't want to go back to Mirza's house, just stay at my house or sister Nita."

Repeatedly Deniz hugged Arini who again did not want to go home. The girl looked glum with a blank look. The neat apartment every day is now a mess like a broken ship, even some bottles of drinks are there decorating the table. 

"You go, I don't want to go home." Arini spoke without staring. 

Deniz grabbed Arini's body. Gently rubbing his head. 

"If you have a problem, tell us a story," Fuad added, who had been silent. 

Arini buried her face between her knees and thighs. Still reluctant to tell me about the problems he faced this time. 

"I have no problem, just want to be independent and not trouble you." 

"But it can't be like this either. We're all worried. You didn't come to Mirza and Haira's wedding yesterday either, did you?" 

Arini turned her face the other way. Didn't want to hear Haira's name mentioned by her family. 

His hatred since seven years ago was in fact not eroded by time. Especially when he heard Mirza had already accepted the woman as a wife, his chest felt almost exploded.

"Now that we go home, brother will help you clean up." Arini pulled her hand again then looked at Deniz who was already standing. 

"I want to hear for myself that Mirza's sister will still love me as she once did" Arini said. 

Fuad looked at Deniz and Arini alternately then scratched his non-itchy head. 

"She must love you like before." 

Deniz then reached into his cell phone, connecting to Mirza's number. 

A few seconds later, Mirza picked up her phone and greeted with a heavy voice. 

"Who?" ask Haira without making a sound. She was next to her husband with a naked body. 

"Sir Deniz," Mirza replied without making a sound as well. 

"What's up, brother?" mirza asked after kissing Haira's cheek. 

"Arini wants to talk to you." 

Mirza furrowed her brows for a moment then looked at Haira who was playing the fine fur growing on her chest. 

"Speak what?" ask Mirza curiously. 

"Did you love me?" ask Arini with her distinctive voice. 

"I love you, why?" ask Mirza back. No one wants to hate or ignore. Mirza still remembers Arini's parents' messages before she died, which the girl left to her. 

"I want to go home, as long as you love me as you used to." 

"Sure," Mirza replied without further ado. "Hurry home. We'll always love you" he continued. 

He also loves Arini very much. I didn't think that behind her cruelty there was such a huge affection.

Mirza put down her phone again. Tilting his body until he looked at each other. Repeatedly saying love words that according to Haira is very stale.

"You heard it yourself, right? If Mirza loves you too." Deniz helps Arini put her shirt in her suitcase. 

"Darling, but surely he loves Haira more than I do." 

Fuad smiled amusedly at Arini's pursed lips. 

"The affection between brother and wife is different, Rin. Your position is also different, after all you are jealous of Haira?" fuad asked probing when he saw Arini's face whining like a jealous person. 

"No," answered Arini, taking his jacket and going out first. 

Fuad shook his head, although Arini's lips answered no, he could read that something was harbored by the girl.

Upon arrival in the hallway to the elevator, Fuad pulled Deniz's hand from behind. They stared at Arini's passing back.

"I think Arini likes Mirza."

Although Deniz also thought that way, he chose silence and did not want to discuss it. Mirza belongs to Haira.