Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Revived

Haira took off Mirza's hand that was holding her. He got into the car that Erkan had opened. His eyes glazed over to see someone who should have been that past back. I don't know who and who died then. He doesn't want to know. His chest was too tight to think about the identity of others.

Not only did her smile dim, but her happiness vanished as Mirza returned the greeting of the woman in front of her. 

"Erkan, I want to go home now," said Haira flatly.

Erkan who was beside Mirza was also confused. Between waiting for Mirza who is still talking to Lunara or driving forward the car as her Miss requests. 

Not long after, Mirza entered and sat beside Haira, while Lunara was seen leaving with the old man in pitch black. 

The car started to leave the airport. Kemal who from earlier sat on his mommy lap just silent while staring at his mommy eyes that began to remove clear liquid. 

The story was recalled in his mind, where Kemal was often moody when he saw Haira crying. 

"Mommy why?" His hands raised wiped the tears that drenched Haira's cheeks. 

Haira quickly cleaned up the rest. He did not want to look sad in front of Kemal. 

"No papa, son." 

Be aware of that. Mirza put the phone in her suit pocket after turning it on. 

"What's wrong with you, honey?" Mirza scooped both of Haira's cheeks back in tears. 

"I'll explain everything. It's not like you see it, okay."

Haira's cry subsided as Mirza hugged her tightly. Although her heart was second-guessing about the woman, at least Mirza had spoken up. 

Who her? 

Lunara or someone else? 

Why did you get to be with Mirza? 

What are they doing in New York? 

Then why did he come here? 

Does mirza still love him? 

Was I just being a runaway material all along? 

Will Mirza leave me and choose that woman?

And there are still many questions that make Haira unsettled. 

Arriving in front of the house, Erkan invited Kemal to play. Giving his Master room to talk to Haira and explain everything. 

Mirza continued to hug Haira's limp body into the room. He sat her on the edge of the bed, while Mirza knelt in front of him. 

Mirza kissed both of Haira's backs gently. 

"You must be asking, who is that woman. He is Lunara." One question was answered straightforwardly from the corner of Mirza's lips. 

"I met him on purpose because of my great curiosity." The second question has an answer. 

"I didn't do anything, honey. Believe that! You are the only one in my heart." Mirza held Haira's hand and placed it on her chest. 

"He suffered because of his twin. And I'm giving him a better job here." 

"Once again I'll tell you. If I don't love him. Now and forever there's only you." 

"Don't ever think that you're just a runaway. Because that's not what I'm looking for you for. But, I want you to accompany my life up to any moment."

"And one you should know. I didn't choose Lunara, because you and Kemal have perfected my life." 

Haira's cry broke. Finally he got an answer to his question. It was as if Mirza was reading his heart at this moment. 

Mirza got up and hugged Haira again. To channel his affection that will never fade. The affection he should have given long ago, but it must be too late because of his stupidity. 

Mirza smiled widely, at least the woman in front of him gave a response that he thought was natural as a wife. Moreover, all this time Haira never demanded anything and accepted it sincerely. 

"Well, what about work? Now that he's joined my company," teased Mirza once again to see his wife's reaction. 

"Kan, there's Erkan," cried Haira who was almost ignited by the words of her husband.  It is clear that Haira is jealous. 

"Yes yes, I won't see him again, except __" 

"Nothing except," Haira pulled Mirza and bit her hand. 

Not feeling any pain, precisely that gentle bite awakened something that these five days of sleeping quietly. 

Mirza grabbed Haira's body and grabbed her. His lips began to mischievously trace every inch of the wife's face. 

Just a few minutes Mirza put her lips together, the ringing of a cell phone rang out the romance created. He had to take off his pagutan then reached into his cellphone. 

Shit, whoever you are I pray not to do. 

It turned out that Lunara's name was flashing. Even so, Mirza does not want to revoke her prayers that have been sliding. 

"If you need anything, tell Erkan, because I'm busy right now." Mirza cut off the connection. 

Lunara who was across there clucked in annoyance. Her chest was bursting at the utterance of Mirza who was indifferent to her. 

Mirza continued her action. He led Haira to the bed. However, again he had to swallow the bitter pill when he heard the sound of the door being knocked from outside. 

"Who else?" mirza's grumbling is upset. His passion has begun to peak, but there must be annoying ads. 

"Don't be angry, maybe it was Kemal, from yesterday he missed." Rubbing Mirza's cheek, hoping the man to be patient until the time is right. 

Mirza buttoned her shirt that had slipped off and opened the door.

Kemal is coming. The boy also had some toys in his hand. 

"I want to sleep with Daddy" he said innocently. 

Mirza looked at Erkan and turned her head outward. Signaling that man could leave. 

"Yes, Son. We'll sleep with mommy too." Carrying Kemal and bringing him in. 

A togetherness that feels warm. Kemal lay in the middle of his parents. Tells Mirza about Dawn and Hasan who is already good at reading and writing.

"Daddy, when do I go to school?" Suddenly the question popped up making Haira moody.

He had promised to send Kemal to school if he had money, but that has not materialized until now.

Mirza looked at Haira for a moment then stroked her son's forehead.

"Daddy's tinsel will take Kemal to school."

"Really Daddy?" tanya Kemal. He did not want to just accept the promise as Haira often said.

Mirza nodded without a sound.

Poor Kemal, Haira must have no money to send him to school. Now, whatever you and mommy want Daddy will fulfill.

"Honey, tomorrow we register Kemal school in Hasan and Dawn's place."

Not answering Mirza's question, Haira instead apologizes to the man, feeling guilty about not being able to fulfill Kemal's request.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, because of me, you're suffering. Now I promise I won't let that happen again."

Within minutes, Kemal closed his eyes. Mirza and Haira are still talking.

"Later tonight we're both dinner" whispered Mirza in Haira's ear.