Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Clear all the memories

Mirza's eyes continued to follow the movements of Haira who was tidying up her clothes. Whether he heard her words or not, the woman continued to be silent. Nothing came out of the corner of his lips. Putting down his phone, then down hugging Haira from behind, but quickly pushed aside by the owner of the body. 

"Why are you?" Mirza closed the closet and stood in front of Haira. Both of his hands clasped the woman's fingers. He did not know the mistake that made him pout. 

"If I'm wrong, say it!" mengumbu. 

"You've got nothing wrong. I was wrong to kill Lunara." 

Brakkkk

At once Mirza also kicked through the closet door loudly. Her lips were hot to hear Haira's words. How many times has he said, don't mention the past, but Haira still remembers it.

"Why should we talk about him again?" Saying with a soft tone. However, it was very frightening for Haira. Mirza's eyes filled with anger so she did not dare to look at him. 

Haira took a few steps back from Mirza. His whole body shook. It was as if she had seen her husband at the beginning of the meeting. His leg hit the table, making him stop. 

Mirza approached Haira and hugged her tightly, not even giving her space to escape. It is close to perfect. Having a handsome face and abundant treasures that every woman dreams of. However, one of his defects, namely being unable to be patient and always brings every problem to the emotions. 

"I'm sorry" said Mirza. He could not help his overflowing emotions filling his head. 

Haira flinching, not wanting to miss nor wanting to return the hug. His chest felt tight considering that such a loud voice echoed. 

Mirza cupped both Haira's cheeks. Staring at the two beads of his eyes that were bathed in clear liquid. 

"Now tell me what I need to do to make you believe me.  Lunara is only the past and until now it will be like that." 

"But why do you still have all the memories of him?" Finally Haira said what had stuck in her heart. 

"What do you mean?" ask Mirza to make sure. 

Haira pointed towards the bookshelf with her index finger. 

"If you're sensitive, find out for yourself, don't bother me." 

Haira came out, leaving Mirza still confused. He chose to sleep in Kemal's room considering the night was getting late.

"What's in there?" Mirza swung her legs. The first time he saw was a proposal book and so on. Then move on to the bottom row, all the same. So curious and did not want to misunderstand, he finally dismantled all the books. 

Calling bi Enis who happened to be in the middle room. 

"What's up, Mister?" ask bi Enis. 

Mirza glanced at Haira who was about to enter Kemal's room with a bottle of drinking water in her hand. 

Watch out tonight, I'll make sure I'm in my arms.

"Help me finish the book" he said.

Tomorrow I'll make a house with only one room, so you can't run away from me. It's good, I've spent up to seven years, I've met even in wine again.

Mirza came in, showed Bi Enis duty. 

"Aunty check anyway, set aside that proposal book with another book. Later if you see a book that has something to do with Lunara or whoever that woman is, love me."

"Good, Sir."

The middle-aged woman who was still wearing the household assistant uniform immediately carried out her duties. 

Bi Enis picked up one by one the scattered books and examined them. Don't want to make the slightest mistake.

Mirza threw her body on the sofa. There should be a fourth ritual tonight, but it must fail because of something that is not understood. 

"Like this, sir?" Bi Enis showed a photo of Lunara and her Master was very friendly, even clearly visible in the photo they kissed lips. 

Mirza snatched the photo from the hand of bi Enis, ashamed of her affection seen by the maid. Massaging her temples that feel pain. It's very desirable to live quietly, but there are always problems that hit him and Haira. 

I didn't mean to hurt you, even if there was something about me and Lunara, it was just the past. 

Just a few minutes into her eyes, Mirza felt troubled. It turned out that bi Enis was shaking her body. 

"What's up, Bi?" ask Haira heavily. Bi Enis carried a stack of books in front of him. 

"I found this, sir." Put it on the table right in front of Mirza. 

"Is this all about me and Lunara?" ask Mirza enthusiastically. 

"Yes, sir," replied bi Enis and left Mirza's room. 

Actually Mirza did not want to touch the slightly worn book, but she had to keep checking it. 

"Haira's message was angry, if I were in her position, it would be the same." Pissed and then came out. 

Mirza stared at the door of Kemal's room that was tightly shut. Nearly five hours Haira left the room. That woman must have slept. 

Mirza walked quietly under the dimly lit lights. His eyes darted to and fro like a swinging in action. 

His hand turned the knob slowly. Turns out Kemal's room door wasn't in the lock. He opened it and then entered. 

Sure enough, Haira was lying with her eyes closed. Beside him was Kemal who was also asleep. 

I promise this is my last mistake. I love you all the time, and no memories of Lunara are preserved. 

He walked in to Haira and lay down beside her. 

Haira squirms. He felt his body was squeezed, whereas Kemal's bed was jumbo size and could even be occupied by five adults, but suddenly it felt cramped like a sofa. 

Am I dreaming?

Still speaking in his subconscious. Never mind, no papa than to have to sleep with the person who is still thinking about his ex. 

Wait up! Accidentally her hand touched something hard down there. He remembered something that had been seen from Mirza's body. 

It's like __

Not continuing his words. He doesn't want to think dirty. His hand took that off for a moment. Tilted his body and took Kemal. 

Just wanting to continue his sleep, his back was hit by something from behind until it completely woke him up. 

His eyes immediately descended downwards, staring at the burly hands that were coiling on his stomach. 

"Who let you sleep here?" Saying with ketus. 

"No one, I want to sleep here myself," Mirza replied as she kissed Haira's neck. 

Even if he is not afraid of the anger of the woman, it will be a challenge for him to be able to understand what he wants. 

"Just get some sleep, or I'll do like I did this afternoon" he continued grinning. 

Forced Haira to shut her eyes from Mirza to do what she said.

"Seven years I've been tormented for thinking about you. Now don't leave me again. Whatever happens, we'll always be together."

Haira felt full. He also did not want to separate Kemal and his daddy.