Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Shocking

Haira just stayed in Mirza's arms. He leaned his slightly dizzy head against the chest of the man's field. He had not been able to forget the corpse lying in just any place. However, the fear simply vanished as the car had started to speed up and carried him away from the battle location. 

"Are you here alone?" haira asked looking at Mirza's worried face. 

"No, I came with Deniz and Fuad" Mirza replied expressionlessly. Although he was still with Haira, half his soul flew with his brother who was currently somehow in his state. 

"Where are they going?" tanya looked at the car behind her. 

"Home home" answered Mirza. His hand continued to grip Haira's shoulders and occasionally kissed the woman's forehead. 

Not long after, the phone in Mirza's suit pocket rang. Aynur's flickering name made her a little confused. 

What should I say to Aynur's sister. I worry about whether or not to take that call. 

Eventually Mirza accepted, fearing that Aynur would be even more anxious. 

"Hello, brother, what's wrong?" tanya Mirza started the conversation. 

"Hello, Za. How are you and the others? You guys are okay, right? Has Haira been saved?"

Mirza. He was unable to answer the persistent questions of his brother-in-law. Deniz had always protected her, but only this time he brought back the news of grief, even he did not know the condition of his brother now. 

Aynur again greeted when the phone connection was quiet. 

"Yes, Brother. I'm doing fine. Haira is also with me, we are now on our way to the villa."

Aynur smiled. After a moment of worry, he finally got the news about his family. 

"Villa?" ask Haira lirih. 

Mirza nodded. 

"Alright, we're waiting for your return and the others." 

Mirza hung up the phone and kissed Haira on the forehead. He did not know how to deal with his brother-in-law who would definitely be injured if he heard Deniz who is currently in the hospital and almost died. 

Haira had no idea what happened during her confinement a few hours ago, but she could read Mirza's agitated face. 

"What's really going on, tell me?" pinta Haira stared fixedly at her husband's eyes which began to be bathed in clear liquid. 

"Sister Deniz was shot" he said with trembling lips. Perhaps telling a story with Haira could reduce his current burden. 

The collapse of Deniz was the biggest disaster of his life until Mirza felt pain and could do nothing. 

"What?" Haira's chest feels tight. Can not imagine the pain when the body of his brother-in-law must be penetrated by a deadly bullet. 

"But I'm sure she'll be fine" Mirza said, again convincing her heart to think positively. 

For now Haira could only strengthen her grieving husband. Didn't expect Mirza's family to be willing to bet their lives just to save her. 

"I want to go to the hospital" Haira's next pinta. 

"We don't know the situation Deniz, you better be at the villa, don't tell Aynur, let me talk to him later."

The car stopped in front of the luxurious villa, the beautiful-looking building looked deserted. There were only guards standing guard around. 

Before leaving, Deniz advised his whole family not to go through the front door. Tightening his guard as long as he was nowhere near them.

"You go in, I go straight to the hospital." 

Mirza kissed his wife's forehead again gently. Grateful to be able to save the woman without the slightest disability. 

Haira took off Mirza's suit that had been bandaging her body. Accidentally, he saw an object falling out of his pocket. 

Mirza who was aware of it immediately threw her gun on the dashboard. 

"Darling, wake!" Mirza patted Haira's cheeks slowly. 

The driver who was still in front of the steering wheel looked back, looking at the panic of Mirza holding Haira's head. 

"Miss Haira why, sir?" ask her. 

"Don't know, he took my falling gun, and then fainted."

The driver only held back a laugh, behind his toughness against the enemy, there was a folly to be nurtured. 

"Miss Haira is afraid of your gun, sir," said the driver fearlessly. 

"really?" ask Mirza enthusiastically. 

"So Miss was fine, but after holding your gun, she passed out. That means your gun is very scary."

Still in a state of panic, Mirza lifted Haira's tiny body and brought her inside. 

Two women were sitting in the living room. They immediately rushed to Mirza who had just entered. 

"Haira why, Za?" tanya Nita followed in her sister's footsteps. Aynur poked his head outwards. No one but Mirza's driver was still on the side of the car. 

Maybe daddy's kids are still on their way. Aynur held onto her chest which suddenly felt an immense pain. It was as if his heart had been pierced by a needle. 

"Aren't you okay?" greeting Nita from behind shocked Aynur. 

The woman shook her head. Despite feeling anxious, he did not want to express his heart and hoped that everything would be fine. 

Just as Mirza had laid down Haira's body, the woman opened her eyes wide. Looked at Mirza who seemed busy talking to someone over the phone. 

"Honey, I'm fine, maybe just need a break, now you meet Aynur's sister." 

"I promise I won't carry a gun anymore." 

Haira simply responded to the husband's promise with a sweet smile and nodded. 

Mirza came out of her room to her two brothers. She hugged Nita and hugged Aynur. 

They are both mothers to her, after Aynur becomes Deniz's wife, Mirza feels she has a mother back. 

"Where are Brother Deniz and brother Fuad?" asked Nita enthusiastically, from earlier he had not heard about them. 

Mirza bowed listlessly. Inwardly it is hard to express, yet he cannot remain silent.

"They're in the hospital." 

Hearing that word alone Aynur's heart seemed to stop beating, her husband and sister-in-law had just fought the enemy, but now it was in the hospital, confusing.  

"Well?" 

Aynur brushed off any prejudices that might occur. He did not want any of his family to be affected by the disaster.

Poor brother Aynur, surely he will be sad and disappointed with this situation, but he also has the right to know the situation Deniz. 

"Son Deniz got shot."

Instantly, Aynur's body was weak and helpless, until his legs felt flexible and collapsed.

Mirza swiftly grabbed the back of her sister-in-law and led her to the room.