Getting Married to a Cruel Man
Solve problems
Haira sat on the edge of the bed while listening to Mirza's conversation with the woman across the phone. Her face dimmed when her husband mentioned the name of someone who had hurt her in the hospital.
Ayla, did she come to repay me again. Is Mr Mirza going to let that happen?
A name that was never forgotten from his memory. Although time continued to pass, Haira still felt her pain as her fingers pulled her long hair and banged against the hospital wall. The events of seven years ago seemed to be a terrible scourge and continued to shadow it.
Haira smiled forcefully as Mirza finished her chat. Even though he believed it completely would not go back to that time, there were still parts that kept tucked away.
"Darling, I started working today. You and Kemal at home, don't go anywhere" said Mirza, who was sitting next to Haira. Putting his phone on the nightstand.
Haira simply nodded silently, reluctant to discuss anything related to the past. He chose to prepare all the needs Mirza will bring to the office.
"Darling, there's another phone call."
Haira saw the name that was flashing on her husband's cell phone screen, it was not the woman, but Erkan.
Mirza returned and received the call.
"Hello, Mister. The company in New York has a problem. They want you to go there." Erkan's voice sounded nervous.
"Why should I?" mirza protest.
Doesn't he have a reliable employee and also aides who can be trusted to overcome everything. Why did he have to intervene. It was very detrimental to him.
"But only Master can handle everything."
Shit, that means I have to leave Haira and Kemal even longer. There's no way I'm taking them on business, enemies are everywhere, and I don't want to risk their lives.
Mirza who felt annoyed immediately closed the connection after saying her approval to come.
"What else is it?" tanya Haira saw her husband's face that looked riled up.
Mirza did not answer. He looked at Haira with an intense look. Bringing that slender body to his deck. His existence has not been satisfied, but there must be a task that he cannot refuse.
"I'm going to New York in a few days" Mirza told Haira.
"When?" tanya Haira made sure. Even though his heart was heavy. But she must be airy and remain attached to the duties of her husband who became a leader.
"I haven't set a schedule yet, maybe three more days." That's Mirza's plan, because for now she wants to have fun being a newlywed.
Silent
Mirza continued to notice Haira who was busy choosing a suit for her, while her own brain currently kept recalling Ayla's words.
Which white box? All the stuff that had to do with Lunara was already wasted. Bodo very, I can not remember it anymore, now there is Haira and Kemal that I have to fight for.
"I'm a factory miss, is Nada still working there?"
"Don't meet him" Mirza quickly charged. "I don't want you to connect with people who don't know themselves. We already have our own family, so never beg to be accepted. Grandma and Tone are my business, they won't live for nothing."
But he's my brother, Haira just said in his heart, he did not want to argue Mirza which will certainly lead to debate.
Mirza is already handsome in a navy suit with matching cloth pants and a line-patterned tie. For the first time he went to be ushered by his wife and son in front of the terrace.
"Daddy hurry home," exclaimed Kemal who was in Haira's arms.
A wave after a wave accompanied the separation of their little family. Haira smiled looking at the tail of Mirza's car that was almost out of the gate.
Just wanting to get in, Bi Enis came out carrying the tidied up items last night. Not only books, in the unclosed cardboard box also appears a box and also a very large frame. Also some expensive women's accessories.
"That's all from Mr. Mirza's room, Bi?" asked Haira without even touching her.
Bi Enis nodded slowly. Last night he was still in his room because he was sleepy. And now will continue Mirza's order, which is to exterminate all of it.
"Where are you taking it?" ask Haira again.
"Say the Lord tell me to burn it."
Haira went in without asking again. Maybe it's better than letting it all be between her and Mirza.
Mirza who had arrived at his office walked straight to the room on the ground floor. He met with some staff to discuss the chaos.
"How can there be a decline? Isn't our product the best among other products?" cry Mirza with a face that holds anger. Staring one by one a few employees who looked down. Only a portion of them dared to look at him directly.
"What have you been doing all this time?" he said in a condescending tone.
The report made his ears hot. There are often problems, but this time Mirza seemed to not accept because she had to leave two people who had just been present in her life.
"There are other companies offering better goods than our company. They also promise at a more affordable price" explained the director.
Mirza leaned her back on the chair. His brain kept turning to find a way to overcome the problem that was quite complicated.
"Then we have to give a massive promo. Not only for old consumers, but also newcomers."
"But sir, it'll hurt our company." Erkan spoke up.
"No problem, I'll use personal money for this. What matters is that we succeeded."
Mirza's decision is inviolable. Once speaking no words but again. He immediately withdraws some money to be used in his company.
The problem is solved, all employees return to their respective rooms to immediately carry out orders from Mirza, which is to open a regular promo.
"We're going to New York in three days. You have everything ready!"
Erkan bowed and left Mirza.
When his mind was chaotic, suddenly Haira's name appeared and was able to awaken his faded spirit.
Tok tok tok tok
The knocking of the door blew away Mirza's daydream. He immediately looked at the man standing in the doorway.
"Ayla, why are you here?" ask Mirza enthusiastically.
The woman smiled at Mirza and sat down next to her.
"Meet you."
Since Lunara's death, they have not seen each other. Ayla continued her studies abroad. Mirza, though, is busy torturing Haira.
