Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Wrongly

At Glora's residence in the morning

The atmosphere of the house is very crowded. Before leaving for school, Hasan and Dawn came to pick up Kemal. As planned yesterday, every day will come to accompany the younger brother who is new to his school. 

''He said you fought?" ask Fajar to Kemal who is still chewing his food. 

''Yes, because of Umay, he took my eraser.'' Kemal answered honestly and again gulped down his milk which stayed a little. 

Mirza looked at Haira. He had not asked his wife about the man named Murad. And hope that the woman next to him does not know him. 

"Daddy, Mommy, I'm leaving first" said Kemal after finishing all his food and drink.

"Student study, son." 

Mirza and Haira kiss Kemal's forehead, taking off his increasingly clever son. 

There are only Haira and Mirza in the dining room. Because, Kemal did not want to be delivered by his parents with a reason of embarrassment. 

"Darling, have you ever had a friend named Murad?" ask Mirza to the core. 

"Morad?" Haira made sure, her brain was back in the past. 

"I think he has." Remembering the man who often teased her. Not completely sure, because he had not been in touch with his friend for a long time. Moreover, never join the reunion event that should be held every year. 

"Have you ever been in close contact with her, I mean have you ever dated?" Mirza explained, he was not angry, just wanted to clarify everything. 

"Honey, I don't dare to date, just deket doang. Besides, I never thought about getting married before I could send Nada to school" he explained. 

"There was a call last night from someone claiming to be Murad, he said your ex."

Instantly Haira choked on the food that was almost swallowed. 

Mirza immediately took a glass of water and helped Haira drink. 

"And you believe?"

Mirza shook her head slowly, she was sure Haira would not lie to her. He told Haira the plan of the meeting. Not only tell about Murad's red shirt. Mirza also told Haira how to deal with the man who tried to get into her household. 

"But I'm afraid," whined Haira. She has never been close to a man other than Mirza, but now her husband tells her to be close to another man for a mission. 

"I'll always be around you, don't be afraid."

"Just remember what I said!" Mirza gave a watch that had two buttons. "If you do know him, say hello as you did when you were in contact, but if you don't know him, press the red button. I must have come.''

Despite being reluctant, Haira still had to do it for the sake of knowing the intent of that person who had dared to harass Mirza Asil Glora. 

"Remember, don't hold on, and don't shake hands, just can't touch her." 

Haira patted her head. Luckily reminded, otherwise, she would have shaken hands with that person who must have made her husband rise in blood. 

Haira held back her rumbling chest. Between fear and nervousness when seeing someone wearing red clothes from the car. 

He and Mirza and a few of the bodyguards are in the park. They spread with their respective positions and look like visitors who are looking for entertainment in the middle of winter. 

"You saw him." A man wearing a red shirt. The man seemed busy with a cell phone in his hand. 

"Now meet him, I'll wait for you here."

Haira grabbed Mirza's hand and held it tightly. Channeling his fear that began to envelop. 

"I can do anything I want. But we don't know what the motive is for him approaching you." 

Once again Haira hugged Mirza tightly and long.

Haira nodded then got out of the car. Stepping slowly towards the man Mirza pointed at without looking back. 

"Well..are you Murad?" ask Haira a little nervous. 

The man looked at Haira then smiled. 

"Yes, you remember me, right?" Murad stretched out his arms wanting to hug, but soon Haira took a step back, dodging. 

"Sorry, I forgot a little. Which murad is it?" asked Haira probing, his face was indeed not too foreign, but he forgot the figure in front of him. 

''Murad who used to win the race.'' 

Haira remembers her friend who is often a champion at school. And there's really a Murad name, but in terms of face and posture they're very different. 

"Maybe I forgot," Haira replied as she looked back. His hands continued to clutch at the end of his clothes, afraid that the man in front of him was doing things. 

Not long after, the man who claimed to be named Murad invited Haira to sit on a chair on the edge of the park. As Mirza ordered, Haira followed the man without pressing the red button. Which means Mirza thinks that his wife knows the man. 

Now the two sit together. Mirza could only watch from afar, seeing the two of them talking. 

Not far from Mirza's parked car, there was a car accident. Many people ran there which made Mirza curious. Along with Mirza who was staring towards the front. The man named Murad pointed a knife at Haira's neck. Some of the bodyguards let their guard down because they were fooled by the accident, but others saw Haira who was already in Murad's grip.

Mirza who got the news immediately came down and ran towards Haira. But his steps stopped when the man threatened to kill Haira if she approached. 

All the aides took up arms and circled Murad. 

"Mirza asil Glora" said Murad. 

"Let go of my wife! Or you'll accept the consequences." 

Mirza's face was fiery when she saw his wife being strangled. 

Murad laughed. It was as if not afraid of Mirza who was even more ruthless than him. 

"Just try if you take one step forward, then Haira's life will be lost." The threat was terrifying for Mirza. He regretted involving Haira, but did not show his panic and tried to find a way out. 

"Send your men to lower the guns, or I __" 

Haira grimaced as the man continued to press against her neck with a sharp object. 

"Down all!" 

The entire bodyguard dropped his weapon no exception. They don't want Haira to get hurt. 

Mirza's eyes glazed over as Haira wiped away the tears. He never thought that far and thought Murad was just someone who wanted to disband his household. 

A car with an open door stopped next to Murad. 

"Remember Mr. Mirza, if you want Haira to be safe, take care of your business with our Master" Murad said, taking Haira on a retreat. 

Watch out for you, until something happens to Haira, I'll make you die horribly.

After the car drove, Mirza ran to her car and contacted Deniz and Fuad.