Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Weddings

Just a matter of hours, Haira is now legally the wife of Mirza. Not many people came to the show. It is closed to the rich. Only a few guests were deliberately invited to witness her wedding. The marriage was based on a revenge for the death of Mirza's future wife.

Haira pecked at the corner of the room. Looking at Mirza who looks joking with a man he does not know. His eyes surrounded the several maids that flashed in front of him. Serving dishes like at a wedding. No one greeted, his presence as if meaningless in their eyes. 

"I'll be back soon" Mirza told Aslan. He approached Haira and pulled the girl's hand by force. 

Arini who saw it could only laugh, even though Haira was Mirza's wife, did not discourage her to take her brother back. 

"Master, let me go!" Haira staggered, following Mirza's wide stride that gripped her wrist. However, his smaller power was unable to resist Mirza's power. 

The luxurious dress continued to be stepped on high heels that were worn until Haira occasionally staggered into the body of the husband. 

Arriving in the room 

Mirza pushed Haira's body until the girl fell on the floor. He came in and took two books from his pocket. Tearing up the marriage certificate that was signed for a few minutes and then throwing it at Haira. 

"Now you can't get away from me." 

Haha

Laughing loudly, echoing to make Haira afraid. Mirza is a monster in her eyes. Until when will she survive to face a half-demonic human like her husband. 

Mirza is approaching. Then crouched down to strangle Haira's neck until the master grimaced in pain. 

"Take me off, sir," Haira said in a hoarse voice. 

Mirza looked into Haira's eyes. His jaw is getting hard. "Let go, you say, even this is nothing compared to Lunara's death. Now enjoy it, I'll make you die slowly."

Clear dripping liquid soaked Haira's cheeks. His chest felt tight, his hands trembling as he had difficulty breathing. Mirza's hand is like an angel of death ready to take her life. 

Satisfied, Mirza let go of her hand and stood on her back. 

The girl took a long breath. He thought he would die right then and there, but in fact God said otherwise, Haira was still given a chance to live, even though her world was getting gray. 

"It's nothing, be prepared to enjoy your punishment." Say it firmly. Warning Haira to know what she will face later. 

Now Haira understands, if his arrival to Mirza's house does not get a way out of the problem, but gives up his life. 

The phone in Mirza's pants pocket rang. The owner immediately reached out and stared at the screen. 

"Hello, sister," said Mirza to the person behind the flat object. 

"Sorry, Za. Me and Nita can't go home. My brother mourns the death of Lunara. You are patient, strengthen your heart. May God give you a better soul mate." 

"No papa, brother," answered Mirza Lirih. He still cannot forget Lunara who is now in a different world. 

Haira could only listen to her husband's chatter without wanting to move away from her seat. Waiting for Mirza to come out of that room. 

After she finished talking, Mirza left without looking at Haira. 

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have chosen to go to prison for life. But now I have no choice. I'll die at the hands of Mr. Mirza." 

Haira got up, she dragged her feet towards the dresser. Staring at his reflection from the mirror, how unfortunate his fate was right now. Being a wife, but only a place of anger. 

The white wedding dress is a symbol if she is no longer alone, she is not a girl who can be free out there, but a wife of a man who hates her. 

Only the prayers of my grandmother can make me last, never stop strengthening me, Grandma. One day I will be able to go home, and we will live together again. 

Sometimes still think of going home, but when Mirza tortured him, Haira resigned to her fate. 

After changing her clothes, Haira laid her body untiringly.

Just a few minutes asleep, Haira's body felt shaken. He blinked his eyes slowly.

"Call me Naina, now Miss is called Mr. Mirza in the dining room" Naina said.

After Naina's back disappeared along with the tightly shut door, Haira rushed down from the bed. Shaking her hair with origin, do not forget to wash your face before dealing with Mirza. 

As Naina ordered, Haira went straight to the dining room to meet Mirza who seemed to be sitting pensively. 

"Sorry, sir called me?" Haira's hands were clinging to each other. 

No response, Mirza's hand on the table clenched perfectly. For some reason, his chest felt explosive if he was near Haira. Lunara's shadow flashed making Mirza return in wrath. 

"You're not the Madam here, so there's no time to sleep. Did you not understand yesterday's rules?"

"I know, Sir. But my head is dizzy and needs rest, later if it is healed I will definitely run all orders, Sir." 

Haira spoke boldly. 

"Sorry Miss, if you don't understand. Please read again." Erkan thrust the paper again in front of Haira. 

"I understand, must not argue or refuse, must obey all orders of Mr. Mirza," Haira said without reading it again. 

"Now it's time for Mr. Mirza to have lunch, help you cook for him."

Haira nodded then walked towards the kitchen. Although the occupants of the house were very numerous, still he felt alone and foreign. 

Just a few steps away, a cruel tragedy had struck him, Haira fell down on her face as her feet hummed something. 

Her knees that were not covered by the skirt were injured and released a red liquid due to being hit by the floor. 

Bi Enis could only shut up. He did not dare to help Haira who seemed to be in pain. 

"illness?" ask the woman standing in front of Haira. Folded both hands and smiled broadly. Who else if not Arini, the culprit.

Mirza only glanced at a glance without wanting to interfere. 

I cannot be weak. Women like this have to be fought. Only Mr. Mirza has the right to punish me, not anyone else.

Haira stood up and extended her hand. Landing a hard slap on Arini's cheek that made the master scream. 

Mirza had to move from her seat to Arini and Haira. 

"What's this?" mirza asked, her gaze pointing at Haira. 

Arini hugged her sister while crying. She rubbed her cheek that felt sore. 

"He slapped me, brother," Arini's shoot pointed at Haira's chest. 

"But he's guilty, sir. He made me fall and get hurt." 

Haira pointed at her bruised knee. 

Mirza doesn't care that, for her right now, as good as anything, Haira will be meaningless. 

"Now you apologize to Arini, or your punishment is more severe." 

"But it's all her fault, sir."

I don't know, the fear suddenly disappeared. Haira defended herself who felt right.

Mirza could only clench her teeth. This time his hand felt heavy to hit Haira who dared to fight him.