Getting Married to a Cruel Man

First day of school

After talking to someone from behind a cell phone. Mirza went into the house. Approaching Haira who is still busy tidying up her appearance in front of the mirror. 

"Come, Honey!" Mirza looked at the clock that was coiling in her hand. I can't wait to spend the night alone. Kemal is currently asleep in his own room. Accompanied by bi Enis and the other servants. 

"Yes, honey." Haira grabbed her handbag and came out to the husband who was ready. 

Tonight Haira looks beautiful with a long dress, the color is still white but with a different model. Likewise with Mirza who wears a matching suit. 

"Where are we going to have dinner?" haira asked as Mirza helped her put up the seat belt. 

"Later you know too" replied Mirza. 

This time he only brought a bodyguard to follow his car from behind. But not for the driver. 

The car should run quietly. No matter where Mirza was headed, Haira could only keep quiet and occasionally listen to Mirza who showed some important places. Like a hotel and some of his family's restaurants. 

"It's also your garment factory, right?" Haira pointed at the towering building. At night the place looks beautiful filled with flashing lights. There he once scavenged the windfall until it ended tragically. 

"And now it is yours and Kemal's" answered Mirza, who made Haira frown. 

"Can't you?" ask Haira to investigate. 

For seven years he knew nothing about Mirza, but many changes to the man. The pride that was once proud of seemed to collapse. She can only see love in her husband's eyes. 

"could. It's mine, and I can do anything. Including changing the name of the factory owner."

Haira chose silence again. 

Mirza stopped the car in front of Nita's restaurant. It was one of the favorite places for those who wanted to have a romantic dinner with loved ones, as Mirza currently does. He got the recommendation from his older sister who had prepared a special place. 

"Please Miss Mirza!" Mirza reached out her hand helping Haira down.

Some of the waitresses welcomed their arrival. Although this was Haira's first time coming, her face was already familiar among everyone. In addition to being Mirza's wife, she is also the sister-in-law of the restaurant owner. 

"Please, Master! We've prepared a place for you and Madam."

Mirza followed a woman who was walking in front of her. Passed by some visitors who seemed to enjoy the dish. 

A beautifully designed room that spoils the eyes. There was a table and two chairs in the middle of the place. A small lit candle adorns the right left side of the road. A collection of heart-shaped rose petals in the corner of the room also looks stunning. 

Mirza pulled the chair and let Haira sit down. After that he sat in front of her. Deliberately do not order music, because he likes tranquility without others. 

"Have you prepared all this?" guess Haira. 

"No, Brother Nita made all this." 

Nita's sister is the most shameful to me. 

His hand stretched out to lift the drink glass that contained a purplish-red liquid. 

"It's just grape juice, just drink it." Haira immediately took a sip after getting an explanation from Mirza. 

Some dishes were presented, in the midst of the foggy cold of the night, Mirza did not forget to order foods that dominated the warm. 

An hour passed, Mirza moved up and approached Haira. He lifted the woman's body and took her to a room upstairs. Fortunately, there is a road that cannot be accessed by just anyone, so Haira remained calm while in her husband's arms. 

"Are we going to sleep here tonight?" haira said helping to turn the knob. 

"Yes, just enjoy it. Because tonight I'm gonna take you flying." 

Mirza closed the door with one leg. He laid Haira down quietly. Opening one by one his clothes to reveal his athletic body. 

Under the dim light, they let go of each other's true longing. Love that cannot be expressed in words. 

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Mirza put a spoonful of food on the lips of the baby who is still pouting and close his mouth tightly. 

This morning Mirza had to persuade Kemal who was a little angry because he saw himself and Haira had just returned home. As the wife said last night, he will be responsible if Kemal lashes out. 

"Where are Daddy and mommy? Why don't you take me," cried Kemal. Looking at Mirza with an annoyed look. 

I'm making dede for you.

"So mommy and daddy shopping, honey. Now Kemal eat first, later."

Once said, Kemal immediately wanted to take a bribe from Mirza. 

A mother really cannot be matched. Mirza who had been for hours was unable to soften Kemal's heart, while Haira once was able to make the boy melt. 

"This is her bag, miss." Bi Enis was carrying a school bag as well as shoes. Help Kemal wear it. 

"Who do you want to go to school with?" ask bi Enis. 

"Mommy."

"But, dear __" 

"There's no buts. I'll drive Kemal myself every day." Haira cut off Mirza's speech. 

From inside the car, Kemal looked at the boy who was running to and fro, smiling as he crossed them. Mirza was holding her, while Haira was carrying a bag. 

"Mr Mirza Asil Glora" said one of the teachers on duty. 

Mirza only responded with a small smile. Receiving the hand job of a man he does not yet know. 

"I'm the principal here. Please come in, sir." The man introduces himself to Mirza and Haira. 

As in general, Haira and Mirza fill out some registration forms provided by the school. They fill in according to their individual identities. 

It turns out that I am a father now. 

Like a dream, Mirza eventually became the head of the family. Having a beautiful wife and a strong child, can divide a very complicated situation. Not even expecting, their meeting started from a disaster. 

"What time will he be home?" ask Mirza. On the first day, he not only wanted to drive, but also pick up. 

"Nine o'clock, sir. But if you and the lady are busy, we can take her," said one of the teachers who also welcomed Kemal's arrival. 

"To this day I will pick him up myself, thank you and may my son be at home here."

Mirza's side of kindness is clearly visible. Unlike before who was always arrogant and showed his power, now he is like a friendly and respectful commoner to those who became the teacher of Kemal. 

"Da da Mommy, Daddy." 

Kemal waved his hand towards Haira and Mirza who had already arrived at the gate. 

Haira replied to Kemal's hand before he actually left. 

"What do you want to go home to the office?" haggling Mirza to Haira. 

If going home will definitely take a long time, he finally chose to come to the office. 

When Mirza opened the car door, suddenly there was a heavy voice calling Haira's name from behind. 

Haira smiled seeing the man walking towards her.