Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Satisfy me

Haira told Mirza what she did at the mall. Buy clothes, eat, and then take a walk to a place that has never been visited. He also showed a shopping note to the husband that he thought was fantastic. 

"You're not angry, are you?" said slowly. Staring at Mirza who was still reading the white paper in her hand. 

There is nothing wrong, Haira bought clothes and accessories, only Mirza was surprised by the many groceries, but spent less money.

Mirza just kept quiet without a word. Occasionally his eyes glanced at Haira who was looking down with her hands adrift. 

"If you're angry, I'll give it back tomorrow" he added with trembling lips. 

Mirza pursed her lips curtailing laughter. Then pulled Haira's slender body into her lap.

"I'm not angry, just confused about what you're buying. This kind of money can get ten shirts, and then how's the model?" Mocking tone. 

Paper bags are still lined up in the middle room. Haira accidentally hasn't checked in because she's waiting for Mirza. If the man always buys all luxury, in contrast to Haira who buys it at a cheap price but gets a lot of goods. 

Haira picked up some paper bags. Shows Mirza some of the clothes she bought. 

"If you are at home, you will not wear this shirt. That's pretty good, honey. It's not too expensive to get a discount either."

Turns out my wife's a discount hunter. 

Hmmmm 

Mirza looked disdainfully at the cloth in Haira's hand. But still, he appreciates it. 

"You don't like it?" ask Haira again while stroking Mirza's cheek.

"Whatever you wear, I like." 

Plok Plok 

A bodyguard came with several bags in both hands. It was not the bodyguard that was guarding Haira, but the other bodyguards. 

"Put it down there!" Mirza turned her head towards the table. 

After putting the luggage away, the man returned to the front. 

"Tomorrow if I go without guarding, if you're worried about me choosing a female bodyguard."

"The woman's job is melting, I don't want to take any chances."

Mirza took a fancy maroon shirt from one of the bags and showed it in front of his wife. Then open the next bag. There was a luxurious and elegant white dress, and so on. 

"Later tonight you wear this, yes" said Mirza. "Take this my request before we split a few days." 

Haira took the shirt and turned it around. In contrast to his fairly heavy clothes, the shirt felt light and thin. He knew what Mirza meant and that he couldn't resist. 

Haira leaned her head on there was Mirza, the atmosphere became gripping, there was fear that filled Haira's chest at this time. This is the first time they will be separated. However, Haira had to let go of that. 

The seeds of love that have just grown must take the test. They will be separated by a husband's mission. 

"I'll keep calling you and Kemal. Pray for the problem quickly and I'll be home soon."

Cup 

A kiss landed on Haira's forehead gently. 

Today Kemal did not come home until the house felt lonely. There were only the two of them and the servant on duty. Arini also went to Nita's house to accompany her nephew. 

After breaking down the fatigue, Mirza returned to the study. Checking incomplete data, he also confirmed if the mission began to run. A day at the office is not enough to immediately restore the condition of companies that are on the verge of bankruptcy because of more energetic competitors. 

Drt 

Ringing this one phone he can not ignore, it is a special phone for himself and Haira, and it is certain that the woman who called. 

"Video call, where is he?" Exploring the existence of the wife he knew from earlier in the room. 

Mirza immediately picked it up. Two faces meet each other from behind the scenes. A knot smile greeted Mirza who was busy with her work. 

"What's up, honey?" Still not fully paying attention to Haira's face. Because, his hand is signing the attachment in front of him, while the phone is propped up in a flower vase. 

"You're not sleepy?" asked Haira who had been hiding behind the blanket.

"Stage, pause again," Mirza replied. 

Feeling neglected, Haira chose to silently stare at Mirza's hand movements. There was a sense of pity that spread to see how great the man's struggle was. Haira can help nothing but encourage and provide the best service. 

"Said she wanted it." Haira tried to remind. There is no harm, it is his duty as a wife. 

"O yes, I forgot." 

Mirza hurriedly closed her book. Staring fixed Haira's face filled with make up. 

"Are you ready?" ask Mirza enthusiastically.

Haira nodded slowly which made Mirza immediately disconnect her. The man picked up some of his cell phones and returned to the room. 

There was no special welcome, Haira had even been lying down wrapped in a thick blanket. The lights dimmed, but Mirza could still see clearly if Haira had not slept. 

"For a long time, what are you doing?" asked Haira without wanting to change her position. 

"I'm preparing the data that will be brought later to New York." Mirza answered and went to the bathroom. 

A few minutes later, the man got back into bed. Forcefully remove the blanket and throw it away. 

Haira screamed for a moment. His voice filled the entire room until it broke the silence. His hands were cupped together on the exposed chest. 

As for Mirza, he tried to swallow his saliva with great difficulty.  His eyes looked at Haira from top to toe. This is the first time Haira wears lingerie and it is able to ignite passion to the top of the crown. 

"You've got a garment factory, why buy me a shirt that lacks this material?" hair protest in shame. Keep pulling his shirt until it covers half his thighs. 

"The fabric's up, honey." 

The answer is absurd, but it is legitimate that the sultan speaks. 

His hand started to move touching something that made him intoxicated. 

Almost Mirza did the action, the ringing of the phone echoed until he paused his intention for a moment. 

"You don't know what time it is?" mirza asked ketus after receiving a call from her secretary. 

"Sorry, Sir. I just want to let you know that we have to leave tomorrow. We don't have time anymore." 

"Yes yes, just prepare everything." 

Mirza hung up the phone before Erkan answered her. He approached Haira. He put his lips to the woman's ears.

"Satisfy me tonight, dear." 

Haira was like a living statue, she nodded silently after just hearing Erkan's own words which accelerated her husband's departure schedule.