Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Behind the white box

It's almost an hour that Ayla and Mirza talk to each other. They talk more about work than personal. Ayla occasionally mentions the past, but Mirza quickly distracts her. He did not want to remember any more about Lunara, the person who had secretly betrayed him. 

It was too painful to remember that his heart could not bear the burden. Forgetting all of her and building a new family, that was all that could heal Mirza's heartache. After knowing the true facts, he judged that Lunara's death was no longer a disaster, but a blessing that released her from the shackles of the woman's lies. 

"Where do you work?" ask Mirza to Ayla. 

"At the hospital near here. Coincidentally I'm tired of living with mommy, she's a real drag." 

Mirza is just a mangosteen responding to Ayla's explanation. 

"Are you married now?" ask Ayla next.

"Well, why?" 

"Who's the lucky girl to marry you, she must be prettier than Lunara and more famous." 

Ayla was curious about the face of the woman who had already managed to get the man in front of her.

Mirza just laughed, there was no way she would explain to Ayla about the woman who had currently infiltrated into her heart. Even filled all his organs until every step will surely be imagined with his sweet face. 

It's gonna sound really weird. Moreover, Ayla watched for herself as she heartily told the police to take her and not apologize, but that was what happened. Mirza can't lie because right now her love is only for that woman. 

"It turns out that beautiful and highly educated women do not guarantee that we are happy, sometimes they just use their advantages to cover up the rot."

Mirza can learn from the past, where her beliefs are met with a sadistic humiliation.

It sounds like a satire, but Ayla doesn't understand who it is. 

"Do you know that Lunara is actually pregnant?"

"Pregnant?" ayla was surprised. Staring at Mirza's blue-eyed bead that looked filled with anger. 

"It turns out she was pregnant with another man. I didn't think he was that bad to me."

Ayla mute. Little did he ever know about the matter, even during their time together, Lunara told nothing but to leave the white box that had been given to Mirza as Lunara had said before the accident happened. 

"But did you know the contents of the box?" ask Ayla.

Mirza shrugged both of her shoulders. He never opened the box like Ayla said. 

"I used to give it to Arini, didn't she give it to you?" 

Mirza remembered the small box that was cleaned by bi Enis last night, whether it was or not, he was not interested to know.

"A few days before the incident, Lunara was a little moody, she said her family overseas was sick and could not come to your wedding. After that he left the white box to me, because he had to leave immediately and did not have time to come home. 

Ayla paused for a moment, remembering what happened seven years ago.

"But it turns out he did not go, he said the illness of his relatives is not severe. Maybe because he forgot, he didn't ask for the box anymore. And I saw that after he died." 

What the contents of the box may have to do with Lunara's pregnancy, Mirza said in her heart.

Suddenly the ringing of the cell phone disperse Mirza's brain that almost wandered. He immediately shifted the green color badge of the receiving sign. 

"Hello, Honey. What's up?" asked Mirza in a soft voice. 

"I'm going for a walk with Arini. He said not far away, just in the shopping center near the house." 

Eager to ban, but Mirza also pity Haira who almost every day just at home. 

"I'll allow it, but don't take long. You take a black card. Buy whatever you like, if you need to take Nita and Aynur's sister to take care of you."

There was a sound of laughter that made Mirza keep her flat objects away from the ears. 

"I'm old. No need to be guarded, after all I can't go astray," said Haira still accompanied by a small laugh. 

They're really friendly, what Mirza's wife looks like. She's a woman from a conglomerate family, too. 

"Be careful, just never be tempted by other men, because I will not hesitate to kill them if you dare to touch you."

"It's very stressful" Haira replied. 

The connection was broken, Mirza took the documents in front of her and moved." Sorry, La. There's an important meeting, sometime we go on again."

Ayla nodded and stood up. 

The two separated in front of the meeting room. If Ayla gets out of that office, Mirza walks towards the elevator. There's actually no important job. Mirza just avoids questions from Ayla that will definitely concern about Haira. 

After a long time I could only see the view around the house. Finally, Haira was able to breathe fresh air. His life changed drastically. She is now a lady of honor and status as the mistress of Mirza. 

The two bodyguards wearing black uniforms continued to follow in his footsteps and Arini entered the mall. 

"Why should I wear a bodyguard?" whispered Haira in Arini's ear while looking towards the burly man standing behind her. 

"Must, Brother. There's a fear of Mirza's enemies trying to hurt or kidnap, brother." Arini whispered back, grabbed Haira's hand and took her to a dress shop. 

It's not good to be rich either. Time has to be controlled like this. 

Despite feeling uneasy, Haira pretended not to see those who continued to follow her. 

Today Kemal deliberately did not come, because the boy chose to go to the house of Dawn to play there. 

After what Mirza did to Haira, Nita deliberately stayed in Istanbul to monitor her sister so as not to repeat her actions first. 

Haira bought some cheap house clothes and gave them to the bodyguards at the door. He walked away from the clothes shop. Upon arriving in a hallway, his eyes looked to the left right like they were looking for something.

"What are you looking for, madam?" The heavy voice greeting from behind shocked Haira.

"What are you doing here?" pekik Haira took one step back. Staring at his guards who continued to follow him.

"Running Mr. Mirza's orders. I will not leave the madam for a second.

Haira patted her eel and then shook her head.

Think with the brain, not with the snoring. Haira only scoffed inwardly, afraid to offend the man.

"I want to go to the bathroom, do you want to come in too? Later if Mr. Mirza finds out, you must be fired for peeping at me" threatened Haira seriously.

Instantly the bodyguard turned his back to Haira.