Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Mystery person

Haira relaxes in the garden beside the house while watching Kemal who is playing. This was the first time the boy had enjoyed winter, and for Kemal it was a lot of fun. Haira once told her son about snow. Even though there was no hope of returning. He was trying to remember his birthplace. 

''Let's Mommy come here,'' Kemal shouted running around with the guards on guard. 

Haira shook her head without a sound. He refused to move following Kemal who was very agile. 

''There are guests who want to meet with, Madam,'' the maid reports kindly. 

''Who?'' ask Haira. His eyes were staring at the gate. There was a man carrying a bunch of flowers in his hand. 

''Say the courier who will deliver the flowers, '' replied the next waiter as the guest had said. 

It must be the flower of Mirza. 

Haira ran to see her guest. Not focused on the person, but on something that was in the man's hands. 

''Is this Mrs Haira's house?'' ask the man again to see the address written in his book. 

''Yes, I am Haira, what is it?'' ask Haira enthusiastically. 

''There are flowers for you, you.'' Give the flower to Haira who is inside the gate.

After signing and saying thank you, Haira came in. Continue to smell the tulips in seven colors. Just this time someone gave her such a beautiful flower, and she felt happy. 

Haira flipped the flower. There is no sender's name. There is a small paper that says love. 

Mirza is also romantic. 

Haira smiled slightly. Bring the flower to the room and put it on the nightstand.

''Why should he buy flowers, he should take me to the colorful tulip garden.'' Even though spring is over, Haira still hopes Mirza takes her for a walk to the place she once dreamed of. 

In addition to looking at the flowers that have now become a beautiful decoration in his room, Haira was waiting for a phone call from her husband.

The sound of a car whizzing in front of the house blew away Haira who was daydreaming. Like every day, he welcomed Mirza at the door. 

A smile was engraved on Mirza's lips as she saw her son and wife running towards her. 

Forced Mirza's hand catches two men from different directions. Hugging the two tightly and providing warmth to them. There was nothing more calming than getting together with his little family.

''Thank you, honey, '' Haira said as she kissed Mirza on the cheek. 

The man just kept quiet, not understanding Haira's intentions. However, he still likes the attitude of his wife who continues to arouse passion. 

Haira helps get a warm drink for Mirza who sits in the living room. 

''You should take me to the flower garden." 

Mirza was increasingly clueless with Haira's words. 

''But no papa, I like the flowers.''

''What flowers?'' ask Mirza to make sure. 

Haira smiles. "Don't pretend like that, I know you sent flowers home, right?''

Mirza shrugged both of her shoulders a sign of incomprehension. 

''I never send flowers home.'' 

''Then, who was the flower from?'' muttered. 

''Now where are the flowers? ask Mirza enthusiastically. 

Haira pointed at the direction of the room. 

Without waiting any more time, Mirza walked towards the room. He opened the door wide. Staring at the neatly arranged flowers on the nightstand. 

I hope you like flowers from me, from people who love you. I love you, Haira.

Mirza squeezed the paper out of shape and stepped on it. Haira could only see her husband's anger from the doorway. 

''Are you sure you don't know any other men besides me?'' tanya Mirza emphasized. Looking at Haira from the mirror. 

Haira shook her head without a sound. Even he forgot about the people who had been close to him, since entering Mirza's life, only the man was painted all over his body. 

''I asked seriously?'' Mirza turned her body looking at Haira sharply huh g deadly. 

''I'm serious too.'' Haira replied in a high tone. Convincing Mirza who seems emotionally ignited. 

Silent 

They don't talk to each other. Mirza grabbed the flower and threw it in the trash can. Not wanting to see something that does not belong to him, especially from the words that have been clearly seen is someone who loves his wife. 

''Never accept anything from an unknown person.'' Mirza pulled the tie that had been choking her neck all day and threw it in a dirty basket. 

Where do I know, I think it's a flower from you, Haira just said it in her heart, she didn't want to make Mirza even more angry.

"Are you still in touch with Hamiz?"

Haira was long annoyed with Mirza who continued to corner her. It was as if he had accepted the flower. I don't know who sent flowers to her.

He approached Mirza who was still in front of the window. 

''You don't believe me?'' ask Haira lirih.

Mirza turned her eyes the other way. He could not see the sadness on Haira's face, but could not take it for granted with the flower. 

''I said once again, that I also did not know the person who sent the flower. I just accept it, and I think you sent it.''

Wanting to hug the slender body that stood in front of him, but his ego was too high and chose to dodge. 

Haira was disappointed by Mirza's indifferent attitude towards her and wanted to grab the man's hair. Furious with his unchanging attitude as well. Remain cruel when you are covered in jealousy. 

Just watch out, I'll pay your respects. Get out of the room and switch to Kemal's room. 

The night was getting late, there was only silence splitting the empty soul. 

Mirza tilted her body. Anxiety continued to pervade as he gazed towards the uninhabited side. Haira did not sleep in her room, but rather in her son's room. 

Mirza woke up and sat with her legs stretched forward. His brain traveled to the end of the world. Think of someone who has dared to give flowers to his wife. 

''Is this Hamiz?'' 

Mirza grabbed her phone and called someone. 

''You find out about a man named Hamiz!'' tell him then get off the bed

Mirza opened the door to her room. His eyes were immediately fixed on the room of the baby who was tightly closed.

His feet swung towards the dining room. If there were usually Haira and Kemal there, now Mirza is only alone.

He's mad at me, but I'm not wrong. Just clarify everything.

Not long after, Haira appeared out of the room. Immediately Mirza pretended to be busy with her food. He did not want to say hello first.

Haira approached Bi Enis who was cleaning the kitchen. No heed to the sound of spoons and dishes from the dining room.

''Bi, pity the next door neighbor,'' said Haira loudly. ''He left his wife because he accused his wife of cheating, '' he added glancing at Mirza who looked dumbfounded.

It was like an insinuation for Mirza.