Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Drunken

"Lunara, don't leave me," cried Mirza in a raucous voice. One hand gripped Erkan's shirt tightly, while the other held a half bottle of wine. 

It has been almost three hours that Mirza has spent at the club. Putting his anger on the drink. Enjoy the typical music with a small dance. The dimly lit lights seemed to describe his current heart that was extremely gloomy. Lunara's departure really left a deep wound for Mirza. He cannot forget the beloved who is now gone. 

Erkan could only mute. Supported his Master's nearly collapsed body. Sometimes he grabs the bottle in Mirza's hands, but the action always fails.

The beautiful woman with the chubby face and brown eyes and blonde hair came over to Mirza. 

"Good night, sir," he greeted kindly. Get an empty glass for the man. 

Mirza who was almost unconscious because of drunkenness also opened her eyes that felt heavy. Stare at the girl and laugh loudly. His hand stretched out, touching the smooth cheek of the woman in front of him. 

"You'd better leave now," Erkan forcefully kicked out, but was immediately restrained by Mirza. 

"Don't go, Lunara. I can't live without you" Mirza said, embracing the woman's body. Inhaling deeply the aroma of perfume that penetrates the nasal cavity. Her sexy clothes awaken Mirza's long-buried passion. 

"Do you want me, Sir?" the whispered woman teased. 

Mirza nodded small. Her lips went down the neck of the woman's level gently. His hands crept up, touching a prominent part of his body. 

"Master, no! You can't be like this." 

Erkan tried to release Mirza's body from the woman. Pushing firmly until they were released from each other. 

Instantly that punch landed on Erkan's handsome face. The man fell to his knees and hit several passing visitors. 

"How dare you forbid me, I will make sure you die." 

Mirza embraced the woman's body and then walked to divide the visitors who were busy enjoying the music. 

Take good care of Mirza, lest her life be ruined by despair. I know it's hard for you, but I can't ask anyone for help, you're the only person I can trust. 

The words were ringing in Erkan's ears. He got up and ran away from the place. 

His eyes brushed towards the hallway towards the room. There's no one there. Only the servant passed by to carry out his duties. 

Erkan approached a woman who had just walked out of the room. 

"Excuse me, did you see two guys through here?" ask Erkan. 

"I mean male and female" he explained. 

"So he went that way." 

Designate the vvip rooms that are inside the Club. 

Erkan ran a little towards the finger the person was pointing at. He checked several unlocked rooms. His eyes stopped at a door of the room on the edge. He approached, then put his ears on well. Audible voice*******women from within. He was more and more convinced that it was the voice of the woman. 

Without any cue Erkan directly broke down by force. Three kicks, he was finally able to open that door. 

Erkan went inside, he pulled the body of Mirza who was already bare-chested. Put him on the edge of the bed. 

"Master, this is wrong. What if Mr. Deniz finds out, he's gonna be pissed." 

Erkan snapped a little. Taking Mirza's clothes on the floor, he did not care about Mirza who was looking at him sharply. For him at this time must carry out the trust he holds. 

The woman on the bed drew the blanket, covered her already exposed chest, Mirza's lightning movements left some of her clothes torn. 

"It's money for you, and now go! Find another victim." 

Damn, why should there be him anyway, when a little more Mr. Mirza will be mine, messy. 

The woman left with a big heart. Even so, he had already earned a lot of money without having to give up his body. 

Erkan helped Mirza put on the shirt. The man was slightly aware, although not completely, he could see Erkan's face in front of him. 

"If you want a girl, I can find her. But, don't corrode your body with a cheap woman." 

Mirza massaged her temples, put on her shoes again and walked out. 

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Haira leaned her head on the dining room table. After this incident, he did not want to make any more mistakes. He remembered the agreement that had been set, that he should welcome Mirza when he came home and prepare all the needs of the man from waking to sleeping again. 

The night is getting late, there is only silence in the house, although many residents, in fact Haira still feels alone.

The sound of horns from the front echoed. Haira blinked her eyes. Returns his life that was lost. 

"Is this Mr Mirza's car?" Talking to yourself. 

Haira immediately ran forward opening the door wide. Staring at Erkan who helped Mirza get off the car. 

Haira approached Erkan who seemed troubled when he hired Mirza. 

"I'll help you, sir." Grabbing Mirza's limp hands and embracing the man's wide back. 

Haira shut her mouth. Resisting Mirza's body odor that made her nauseous.

Turns out Mr Mirza was drunk, is he still thinking about Lunara? I need to be able to recover. I should be able to make her forget Miss Lunara. 

Aww

Haira grimaced as part of her body slammed against the wall. Her body that was too small was still overwhelmed to support her husband. 

Geez, it turns out that Mr. Mirza's body is very heavy. Pantesan Mr. Erkan staggered. 

Erkan brought Mirza to the room. Lose his boss' body slowly and take off his shoes. 

"Let me change Mr. Mirza's clothes, sir," Haira said. Because he did not want to break the agreement that had been signed. 

"Alright, then I go home first." 

Erkan walked out of Mirza's room and closed the door. Leaving Haira and Mirza in one room, but her heart was not anxious in the least. 

Haira undressed Mirza slowly. Take water from the bathroom. Wash the chest of her husband who was hit by the drink. 

Once clean and fragrant, he put his pajamas again on Mirza's body. He wiped his sweaty face. Tidying Mirza's messy hair. 

His eyes were glazed considering his carelessness. 

"I'm sorry, sir. Because of the incident that night, your life was ruined. Your future wife died. But I'm not completely wrong, he's the one who deliberately ran towards my bike."

Haira hates beside Mirza's unconscious body. 

"I don't know when to stand this punishment, but I won't deny it. May you soon find a better replacement, so that you may let me go."

Haira rubbed her wet cheeks. Free, spending tears will not be able to restore time. If only he had known it would be this mess, it would have been that night he chose to lay down his life on a passing truck.