Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Not a wage, but a tumblr

Not only was the sun shining brightly, Haira's heart was glowing. He feels his life is complete, accompanied by his husband and also a handsome baby. After waking up, he checked Mirza's room. It turned out to be clean from the items related to Lunara. Now go back to Kemal's room to see two people hugging each other and curling up on the bed.

Unable to wake the two who just slept a few minutes ago, Haira also chose to go out. Accidentally, the woman runs into Arini who just came down the stairs. Whether there was any wind, the girl smiled crisply towards Haira. 

"Morning, Brother," his greeting made Haira stunned, even this time like a dream in the morning blind.

"Morning," Haira replied hesitantly, continuing to stare at Arini who passed towards the dining room. 

"Sister Mirza and Kemal are not awake yet?" ask Arini from far away. 

"Not yet" Haira replied, shaking her head. Wanted to step closer to the girl, but was stopped. 

"Sister, accompany me to eat." Like a sister who spoiled with her brother, that's Haira heard Arini's voice, even at a glance she remembered with Nada who used to also often spoiled her. 

Haira stepped up, approaching Arini who started biting the kebab in her hand. 

Yesterday in that place they did not talk to each other, even like strangers, but now they are like brothers. Mutually familiar and laughing, really strange. 

"What time are you home?" haira asked, breaking the air that was quite freezing. 

"Seven o'clock, Brother and sister Mirza are already in the room" he replied.

If you see nothing strange, but still Haira feels still awkward. 

At seven, that means you've moved in Kemal's room. 

"I have something for you, Brother." Arini left the dining room and went to her room to pick up something. 

Why with him, did last night get a revelation until he was nice to me. 

Haira was still in disbelief with Arini's attitude that changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. 

Arini brought a paper bag back in her hand. Put it on the table and open it. 

"It's expensive lo, brother." Beautiful white dress. Judging from the brand it is indeed expensive clothes, even only big and rich entrepreneurs can afford it. 

Haira accepted it and then thanked him. Stare suspiciously at Arini who is back enjoying her kebab. 

Is this just her wits, or is it her way of driving me out of this house. I can't be prejudiced, maybe he's already conscious and wants to accept me as his cousin's brother. 

"Come on, try it. Must be Mirza's awestruck. She likes women who wear white clothes like that."

Haira remembered with her clothes in the closet. 

It is fitting that he often buy clothes that are white, it turns out that it is his favorite color. 

"Yes, I tried it first." 

Haira went into her room. He stood in front of the mirror without looking at the bed. Taking off all her clothes left two cloths covering her sensitive area. 

Crazy, it's body, what's a Spanish guitar? 

Mirza who from earlier had awoken swallowed with great difficulty. His eyes were not distracted from the white body of Haira. stunned by the beautiful creature that had been wasted. Something down there's been struggling to ask for rations. But what power, in the room there is Kemal and also still too early to move the bed. Fear of many distractions. Eventually he could only wander with his perverted brain. Not bad, his eyes were already treated to an amazingly beautiful sight.

Arini's choice was great. Haira praised in her heart. Staring at his reflection from the mirror and then circling like a model who did a shooting session.

Upon arriving facing the bed, his eyes widened to see the husband who was leaning on the dashboard with his legs sticking forward. Not that, it turns out Mirza looks at him like an audience who enjoys action movies, seriously.

"Well..have you woken up?" ask Haira nervously. His face hinted at his own behavior. 

"Hmmm.. Didn't you see that I was awake?" 

Haira shook her head, how stupid to not pay attention to her husband who was awake. 

"That means you saw me from earlier?" Haira's heart was pounding, ashamed of Mirza.

"Who's this shirt from?" asked Mirza to turn Haira's body around. His two hands held a slender waist that had hypnotized him earlier. 

"From Arini." 

Laughing, fearing misunderstandings. Just like Haira, she did not believe the woman's words either. 

"Tumben Arini is really good with you. Usually he hates you half-dead."

Because, Mirza used to hear Arini teasing for Haira.

"Maybe he just got a windfall." 

Mirza clucked and hugged Haira. Inhaling deeply the fragrant scent of his wife's body. 

"Every day he gets windfall too, yesterday I sent money to his account."

"How much?"

"One hundred thousand lira." 

"Whaatt!" pekik Haira instantly. Not expecting the nominal that Mirza said. Working for up to a year he only got a fifth of it, but Mirza gave the money away easily. 

"Why are you so surprised?" ask Mirza. He kept many wild plans when he saw the shock of his wife. Maybe pranking Haira in this way will be more exciting, that's according to Mirza.

Haira shook her head, her brain kept spinning and would buy anything if she held that kind of money. 

Since meeting, Mirza has not given any money to Haira. He only provides for the needs of the woman, not stingy or distrustful, but Mirza does not want Haira too free on the outside like other women.

"That's not much. You can hold it more than that" he added in a seducing tone. 

"Can you?" ask Haira doubtfully. He also wants to bathe in money like other conglomerate wives. 

"May, as long as there's a wage." 

"Did Arini give you a wage too?"

Mirza. It turned out that his wife really did not know of his ulterior intentions. 

"Different. Arini will only receive what I give, while you will hold all my possessions. Including income from existing mines in Indonesia. Later let Erkan count the amount of money that comes in per month."

It felt like Haira wanted to faint, but was timid. He put his hand around Mirza's neck. 

"What ends?" 

Haira wanted to immediately find out the wages that Mirza meant. 

"You must give up your body for me, no one can have you but me."

"That's not a reward" said Haira who almost let go of her hand, but was immediately pulled by Mirza until the two embraced again. 

"What's his name then?"

"Flum."

Mirza giggled with a pinched laugh on Haira's cheeks.

The phone on the nightstand rang out its second joke.

"Who is this?" Mirza stared at the unknown number. He instantly shifted the green badge of the receiving sign, fearing it was important.

"Hello, Za. It's me." It's me."

The voice of a woman from across the phone greeted Mirza.