Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Jealous

''Hamiiizz.'' Haira shouted as the handsome man ran towards her.

Don't ask any more, Mirza's face was flat expressionless seeing her wife smiling at another man. His chest almost exploded seeing the man called Hamiz was getting closer.

He did not forget the name, the name that had been mentioned by Nada when quarreling with his wife, it was certain there was a past that he did not know between them. 

''How are you, Ra?'' Hamiz stretched out his hand, but was immediately brushed aside by Mirza before Haira received the helping hand. 

''Never touch Haira. Mirza warned firmly. 

Hamiz looked at Mirza and Haira alternately. ''Who is this, Ra?'' hamiz asked Haira.

Haira glanced at Mirza at a glance then focused on Hamiz who seemed confused. 

She __"

''I'm her husband, '' Sergeant Mirza cut Haira's words. His hand grabbed the wife's slender waist, showing off her affection in front of Hamiz. 

Haira smiled shyly at Mirza's child-like behavior. 

''Are you really married?'' ask Hamiz to make sure. 

Haira nodded quickly as she got a sharp glare from Mirza. She did not want her husband to get angry and do something to someone else. 

Mirza opened the car door. Do not want to linger to serve people who are not important. 

After Haira entered, Mirza again approached Hamiz who was still staring with all his confusion. 

''My name is Mirza Asil Glora, I remind you never to dare to approach my wife.'' 

All over Hamiz's body trembled violently hearing the name Haira's husband said. A name familiar to him. A name that can destroy anyone who dares to intrude on his life. 

''Why Haira can be his wife, or maybe __"  

Hamiz did not continue his speech, he chose to leave after Mirza's car began to drive. 

Unlike usual who talk a lot, Mirza tends to be quiet, focusing on the streets are quite dense. Although Haira continued to make jokes, it still had no effect on the man. 

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of his company. As she did earlier, Mirza herself opened the door for Haira. He took the woman's hand and entered. 

All the employees greeted him kindly, this time they were astonished by Mirza who brought Haira to the office. 

''Honey, slow down, I'm tired,'' Pinta Haira who can barely keep up with her husband's wide strides. High heels that are too high make his legs hurt. 

Mirza doesn't care. Keep following Erkan's steps towards the elevator. 

Arriving inside. Haira pulled Mirza's burly body to the wall, and the woman stood up and restrained her husband. Heedless of Erkan who was beside them. 

''You're jealous?'' tanya Haira looked at Jakun Mirza who was up and down. Want to laugh, but he held it for the sake of the image sumanya the ruler in that place. 

''No, ''' Mirza replied briefly. 

Erkan opened his phone screen. He did not understand the problems they faced, but there seemed to be misunderstandings that occurred. 

''If not, why did you just shut up, have a toothache?''

Mirza glanced at Erkan, in case the man did not exist. Maybe he devoured the red lips that tempted him, but it was just an empty hope. 

''Not really, I'm just lazy to talk.''

Mirza tidied up her tie which was actually neat. The nervousness that began to hit. For some reason, he did not feel at home to see the beautiful face in front of him. 

Ting 

Mirza only held back the laughter of seeing his misbehaving wife. He thought again Haira's leek and then came out. 

''Other times do not pervert, you want to be a material ghibah in this office.''

Though the more perverted he, why I became a scapegoat. 

Open the door to his room. 

Haira took off both shoes and threw the bag in any direction. Sitting on the sofa with a manyun lips. 

"Excuse me sir, Miss, greet someone from the door. Greeting politely. 

''Enter!'' say Mirza while opening the laptop on his desk. Haira just returned with a sweet smile. 

As usual, it was the staff who would report the results of his work. A woman approached Mirza and spoke seriously.  Haira is a loyal listener. His low education did not understand what they were talking about. 

Mirza signed some files that had piled up in front of her. So focused that he forgot that there was a loyal Haira accompanying him. Not long after, Mirza heard regular breathing from the direction of the sofa. Haira seemed to be sleeping with a sitting position and her back was leaning. 

Mirza approached Haira. Gently stroked the smooth cheeks of the woman then smiled. 

''I don't like you being familiar with other men. You are mine and no one can touch you. Although only hands.''

Kissing Haira's lips is short. Then, press the office phone button. 

"Come to my room!'' her decree. 

Not long after, a man came carrying a cleaning tool. But before entering, Mirza restrains the man and tells him to leave. 

''I want a girl, '' said Mirza firmly. The man came back and told his friend to come. 

''Excuse me, Mr.'' Mirza looked at the newly arrived woman again. He made sure it was purely a woman, not an event. After being sure of her gender, Mirza had the person clean her room which had been unused for a long time. 

Thirty minutes later, the woman who cleaned the room came out after doing her job. Mirza lifted Haira's body and laid her on the bed. 

''She must have been exhausted from last night, '' Mirza muttered. Because, last night he was incessantly pounding the defense of Haira until the morning. 

Mirza resumed her activities. Hoping to get out before he picks up Kemal at school. 

''Excuse me, Mr.'' This time it was Erkan's turn to come. 

''What's up?'' mirza asked without looking at the secretary. 

''There's Lunara, she wants to meet with, sir.'' 

Not to mention, the woman had already barged in. Traversing Erkan who was standing behind the door. 

''Do you want to come here?'' peekit Mirza's. 

Lunara stared at the pair of shoes that were lying on the floor and walked over to Mirza. Erkan left the room. 

Without warning, Lunara's hand touched Mirza's burly arm, causing her to swerve. 

He immediately took Lunara's hand off violently. ''Definitely your attitude, we have nothing to do anymore, '' said Mirza firmly. 

Lunara smiles. ''We never break up, Za. I love you so much, even on a remote island there is only your name in my heart.'' Lunara shed tears. Pouring away her long-standing sadness undermined her happiness. 

''But now it's different, I already have a wife and children, while our relationship is only the past and will forever be like that. Now go, I don't want my wife to misunderstand.'' 

Mirza pushed Lunara forward and locked the door. Wishing the woman hadn't come to harass her family.