Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Kemal

Haira smiled slightly. Satisfied with mirza's very firm speech when reprimanding Lunara. Now he should not hesitate with the faithfulness of the husband who is truly sincere to him. Leaving behind the past that should have been buried.

Chequelek 

The door is wide open. Mirza who had just entered was shocked to see his wife had already woken up. He approached Haira who was sitting on the edge of the bed. ''Yet it's not time to go home, just sleep first.'' 

''Who is coming?'' haira asked ostensibly, struggling spoiled on Mirza's burly arm. Both hands hugged her husband from the side. 

''Lunara,'' Mirza replied honestly. Not wanting to cover anything up for Haira. Including about Lunara who had dared to come. 

''Do you want him here?''

''I don't know, I've been kicked out.''

Mirza surrounded the luxurious room. His eyes stopped on the bed that looked wide and soft. His hands pressed against the bed and grinned. Golden opportunity to tease Haira.

''Honey, I think if we repeat it here it will be more delicious, '' he whispered. 

Frustrated again perverted. 

Haira flinching. Holding back the movement of her husband's hand that was almost creeping on her white chest. 

''This is the office, honey. What if someone comes.'' Put Mirza's hand on her lap.

Not Mirza who gives up easily, in fact the man continues to persuade Haira. Giving soft touches to make the woman lulled. 

Within minutes, Haira was provoked when she felt the strangeness in her body, even the rejection she had just done ended in vain. Now she let her husband's hand slip into her dress. 

They had already fused their lips. Mutual channeling of pent-up desires. However, the ringing of the phone broke the atmosphere. Forced Haira to take off her pagutan and take her cellphone in the nightstand. 

''The teacher Kemal,'' Haira said without a sound. 

He picked up his phone, afraid something was important. 

''Sorry, Madam. Kemal.'' quarrel.'' 

''What?'' peekik Haira's. Didn't expect that on the first day of school his son was already throwing a tantrum. 

Mirza laughed giggling, he was not surprised by the news and hoped the Champion who won. 

''Then, now how? Is anyone hurt?'' 

''We took them to the office. Kemal is fine, but his friend is bruised.'' 

Haira was panicking. Kemal hasn't changed either. His son used to fight with the neighboring children and made himself into a cocktail, and now it is repeated again. 

''Honey, we have to get to school, Kemal fights.'' 

Haira tidied up her appearance, she panicked and was afraid of the news. 

''I'm sure Kemal won.'' Sontak Haira turned her body and approached Mirza. 

''Honey, I'm serious. I'm not afraid Kemal is hurt, because he's a strong boy. But what if he hurt someone else. I was once reported by the police for Kemal, and now I don't want it to happen again.'' 

''Yes yes, we go to Kemal school.'' 

Mirza grabbed his wife, calming her down.

The little boy sat in the corner seat. Her lips trembled withstanding the cries and clutched her school bag. 

"Mommy." Calling Haira softly. Wanting to run towards her mommy who just entered, but afraid Haira was angry like already. 

Haira greeted some of the people in the room. Mirza approached her frightened-looking son. He carried her and stroked Kemal's back. 

''If I may know, why can they fight?'' ask Haira kindly. As the guardian of the student he remains obedient to the rules that apply. 

One of the teachers told me about the fight Kemal and his friend. They explained to Haira what happened. 

''It's okay, madam. My son was wrong too. The middle-aged woman replied kindly. He knows who is standing in front of him. 

Kemal rests his head on Mirza's shoulders. Glanced at Haira who was still talking. 

Mirza's taking care of her business. Taking steps to reconcile with the boy who is currently crying in his mother's arms. Then he brought Kemal home, because it was time. 

''I don't remember what Mommy said?'' ask Haira after getting into the car. 

''Say __"

Haira raised her hand. Gave Mirza a code to shut up. When it came to Kemal, she did not want anyone else to interfere, including her own husband.

''Remember, mommy. Can't fight with friends, but Umay is wrong, he snatched my eraser.'' 

In the past, Kemal was the one who often snatched objects belonging to his friend, but now he felt his own belongings were seized by others. 

''That's what Toni felt first, and let's just say it's a reply to Kemal, okay.''

Kemal remembers when he brought home Toni's toys and at this time he was not willing if the eraser was taken by someone else. 

''I'm sorry, Mommy.'' 

''Did you apologize to Umay? What are you doing until his forehead bleeds?"

Kemal shook his head and lowered his head." I hit him with a pencil." 

As usual, Kemal was honest despite being bitter. 

''Mommy will apologize Kemal, but there is one condition.'' Haira paused her speech for a moment. ''I have to promise, tomorrow I will apologize to Umay.'' 

Kemal nodded quickly. 

For now Mirza has no right to speak. He was like a driver who had to take his master safely away. 

Although not too fond when Haira snapped Kemal, but he was amazed to see Kemal's extraordinary obedience. 

''I want to go for a walk or go straight home, '' said Mirza while looking at her son from the mirror reflection. 

''Go home, Daddy, ''' Kemal replied in fear. He dared not ask for anything, fearing that Haira was more angry with him. 

When making a mistake, Haira must have forbidden him to come out, especially not give him pocket money. 

Arriving home, Kemal ran up to the waiter and asked them to change their clothes. 

Mirza led Haira to the room. 

''You don't get mad at Kemal, he's a kid, you don't understand anything. All he knew was to keep his possessions.'' 

Intended to entertain, it makes Haira's emotions peak. The woman with a waistline approached Mirza who was sitting on the bed, defiant.

''Don't get mad? Then I have to let him make a mistake. Even though he was currently in the right position, it was not supposed to hit others at will.''

Die me, madam is really angry.

Mirza turned her eyes away. Scratching his non-itchy eyebrows. Not daring to look at Haira's face filled with anger. 

"Not __"

"I'm not done talking, so just shut up. From now on don't pamper Kemal, long time he can angelunjak."

"Yes, honey." Mirza chose to give up instead of having to argue. Grabbing Haira's body until it falls into her lap. 

"I'm sorry, next time I won't defend Kemal again, hemm." Pinched Haira's cheek gently. 

"Because you're home, I went back to the office. Don't go anywhere, if you want to come out, call me" ask Mirza. Kissing Haira's cheek is a sign of valour.