Getting Married to a Cruel Man

The forgotten diary

Arini's presence in Mirza's house is no longer a stranger. Before Haira decided to leave the place, she had a roof with him. Often received ill treatment that until now has not been forgotten. But now everything has changed. Haira's position was a real wife, not a prisoner or as a place of impingement, so there was not the slightest fear for her to do anything in the house. 

In the dining room it was silent, only the thump of spoons and plates could be heard. Occasionally Kemal who spoke asked Haira for a side dish. Mirza seemed to enjoy the dish, not forgetting to feed Haira who was also busy feeding Kemal. 

"Where did Dawn and Hasan go, Mommy?" tanya Kemal plain. 

Their departure makes him lonely. 

"Go home, son." Mirza answered because Haira was chewing her food. 

Arini only glanced at the cute-looking boy without wanting to say hello. 

"Sepi dong, don't like." Folded both hands, instead of crashing. 

Mirza smiled cunningly, her legs nudged Haira's legs which made the master wide. Stopped kungyahan. 

What code is this? Ask in the heart. Not yet able to read the look of Mirza's face that looks grim with eyes blinking fast. 

"Then we just play to Aunt Nita's house," Haira replied later. 

"Horeee…." Kemal soared in excitement. While Mirza looks flat. 

Not really understand this person, it could even want to come to the house of sister Nita. 

Arini who felt uncomfortable with the attitude of Haira and Mirza also chose to leave after the food ran out. 

Mirza pulled the chair that Haira was sitting on. Eroding the distance between the two. Closer his lips to the woman's ear and whispered. 

"If a child feels lonely it means he wants to have a sister." 

Suddenly Haira turned towards Mirza, accidentally their lips met until there was a soft, misleading kiss. 

Very pedes 

Mirza immediately took off her kiss and gulped down the water that was in front of her. 

"What do you eat, honey? How very sad," lamented Mirza hissing. 

Haira held back a laugh. Married seven years did not know that his wife is a fan of seblak who spicily level 10.

"Eat anything that matters spicy."

"Don't you get a stomachache."

Mirza's small family has not left the dining room, while Arini has come out of her room wearing a knee-length dress and a branded handbag. 

"Where are you going?" 

"Treatment" answered Arini briefly. These few weeks he did not pay so much attention to his appearance that his skin looks dull. There were pimples also that adorned the girl's cheeks.

Mirza opened her phone. A few seconds later, Arini's phone rang.

"Don't go home at night" Mirza added. 

"Yes" replied Arini Ketus.

After Arini passed, Mirza clasped her hands. 

Treatment, for Haira it is taboo. He never thinks far away. From teenagers should be the backbone of the family until the money raised runs out to eat. After adulthood and fully working, he was still the same, had to pay for Nada's school and support his family. The convoluted case made him lose the future until he was desperate and leaned his life on the word, 'delivery'. 

Containing without a husband is even the worst time of his life. The scorn of people made her heart freeze. Living within limitations and not caring about yourself. 

However, all of that has become a past that will certainly be eroded by time, now Haira is like a king's daughter and will definitely get whatever she wants. 

Although Mirza was already quite satisfied with Haira's naturally beautiful face, she wanted to pamper the woman who had the status of her empress. 

"Am I less beautiful?" ask Haira lirih. As a wife, she wanted to be the most beautiful in her husband's eyes. 

"Nobody is less than you."

While both of them were still dissolved in a heartwarming melody, Erkan came over to Mirza. 

"What's up?"

Erkan did not reply making Mirza turn his head then looked at Haira and Kemal. 

"Wait for me in the study!" her decree. 

"Honey, you go to the room first, I'll talk to Erkan for a second." 

Haira nodded. Looked at Mirza's back, which was getting further away. 

"Mommy, I'll play first." Pointing towards the park, followed by a servant who was assigned to guard Kemal. 

Haira went to the room. I didn't want to do anything because my body was so tired. Maybe lying down will break down his muscles a little stiff. Just wanting to sit on the sofa, his eyes caught something on the bookshelf. It looks like a female diary. 

"What book is that?" 

Haira took it and turned it back. When viewed from the front there is nothing different from books in general. However, Haira was curious and wanted to open it immediately. 

"Mirza is angry, isn't she?" Look at the door that is still closed. "Don't he know?" 

Haira immediately opened it. In the first appendix he was treated to a photo of Mirza and Lunara. They look friendly with hands that embrace each other and smile. 

Haira's heart was like being squeezed, even though it was just Mirza's past before she was present, still she was unwilling to see it. Not wanting to linger, Haira opened the second attachment. There is a neatly arranged love verse.  I don't know who wrote it and who it was dedicated to, he didn't want to know. Re-opening the next page until the end. 

His heart was upset and closed and returned it. Switch to sitting on the couch and turn on the tv to forget what he saw earlier from his brain. 

"Is he that friendly when he's with Lunara? But what's with me is just ordinary," he said exasperatedly. 

He wanted to throw the book away, but he was afraid that Mirza was angry. I don't want the house that just started to end again. 

"If he had forgotten Lunara, why should he keep all the memories of that woman? Am I just a runaway because she's scared of her brothers?"

Clear circles escaped just so wet Haira's cheeks. He used to survive being treated so badly by Mirza, but now Haira no longer wants to live in inner pressure. Return is not his wish. But, if Mirza is still shadowed by the past, she can not accept it.

Door opens. Haira wiped the remaining tears without wanting to welcome the arrival of her husband. Footsteps sounded closer and closer making Haira close her eyes. His heart was not friendly to see Mirza.

Haira felt a hand touch her forehead. After that his body floated up to his back leaning on a very soft pedestal.

Mirza looked at Haira's face with an intense gaze. He knew there was a clear liquid on the woman's cheek that made her hand move and rub her.