Getting Married to a Cruel Man

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The pregnancy of Haira is the most beautiful gift that is present in the midst of calamity. Mirza was not tired of spoiling the woman who would give her a second son. Accept whatever Haira wants. Always there for Kemal who never lost his affection. As of now, he chose to keep himself busy for his wife and children rather than having to work. 

As for Fuad, he who went back and forth to the hospital visited Deniz who was still being treated. Make sure his whole family is safe from bad people. However, he had slept at home last night on orders from Aynur who asked him to go home. 

Nita was happy with the news. As an older sister, she helps Mirza prepare everything for Haira who is now pregnant with her niece. 

"I didn't think Haira would get pregnant so soon." Patting the broad shoulders of his sister who was stirring the milk of pregnant women. 

Mirza smiled, this is no longer a confusing thing for Mirza. For even the presence of Kemal he only touched Haira once and at that time there was no love but hatred. 

"Kemal was present before I had any love for his mommy. Sis. And it's too soon for me." Say it with regret. 

"I forced Haira to take the Pill, but God said something else. Haira is pregnant with my son. Isn't that a sign that we're being paired."

It's true, as hard as Mirza hates Haira. In fact, he even planted a deep love. 

"Containing it is very heavy, Za. And now be prepared to be a good husband and always fulfill your wife's request. Don't disappoint him again." 

Nita leaves Haira. He approached Arini who looked dreamy near the window with a far-sighted look ahead. 

"Remain, Rin?" tanya Nita sat down beside the girl. 

"I want to go for a walk, it's not good to be locked up like this, sister," he lamented. 

"Patience, wait for Deniz to come home, he's still afraid that there's another enemy eyeing."

"But I'm bored, brother." 

"We're all tired of being here, too, but understand, I don't want any of us to experience like Haira."

"The one." A heavy voice rang out from the door of the room making Nita and Arini turn their heads. It was Fuad. The man poked his head at the door of his room. 

"What's wrong?" nita asked quietly, confused by her very spoiled husband. In fact, after returning home from the hospital, Fuad continued to ask her to duel in the newlywed's bed. 

"Here!" Waving his hand towards Nita who had not yet moved. 

"I'm sorry, Rin. Sister to the room first," said Nita who was forced to fulfill her husband's call. 

They have a couple to joke with. Well, if I get bored I can only play hp and children, grumbled Arini in the heart. Returning to continue his daydream that had paused. 

"What?" tanya Nita looked at her husband who seemed to be grinning in front of the closet. Not only that, at this time Fuad only wear a small towel that covers the sensitive area and has certainly asked for rations like last night. 

"You're not tired, last night it was over and over again" said Nita to pick up clothes for Fuad. 

Unfortunately, Fuad did not take it well. He didn't wear it and threw it in any direction. His hands stretched out, pulling the wife's slender waist. The woman who was married twelve years ago was very seductive with her pretty sexy clothes. How not, Nita wears a low-necked shirt with a length above the knee. Exposes his chest that looks white but still polite. 

"I never get tired until my own stern doesn't wake up" he whispered with his lips starting to mischievous. As a wife, Nita still fulfills the obligations she was supposed to do. 

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"Are you sure you want to go home?" tanya Aynur helps wipe Deniz's sweat. 

"Yes, I'm not at home here anyway. I want to stay in the villa longer before we go home." 

One thing Deniz could not say. She missed her two daughters who until recently were not allowed to go to the hospital. 

"Alright Mr. Deniz, I won't ban you anymore. Now we go home."

Deniz smiled grinningly looking at his wife who this morning looked beautiful. Even though she was four heads old, it did not discourage the beauty of the woman who once held the most beautiful woman on campus. 

"Tonight we make another sister for Havva and Tsamara. Don't lose to Mirza. Soon she's got a kid, we're not?" it was Goda Deniz who made Aynur's face red. 

It turns out that not far from Fuad and Mirza who continue to be addicted to the figure of their respective wives. Behind his toughness as a businessman, Deniz who was forty-seven years old was still enthusiastic when discussing it. 

The woman just looked down embarrassedly following her husband's steps forward. 

Several guards were ready to escort Deniz to his destination. Since Yusef's undetected attack. They did not stop the guard, afraid that other enemies would take advantage of the situation. 

"Later tonight Mirza held a party for her pregnancy" said Aynur who had just received a message from Haira. 

Deniz nodded happily. It was indeed a must do to welcome his future nephew who was about to be born. 

Like Haira who was welcomed, Deniz's return was greeted enthusiastically by the family. Especially Nita, the sister and her two daughters and the niece and Arini who had never seen him even once. They took turns hugging Deniz who had just walked into the villa. 

"Where's the pain, brother?" nita asked as she often asked when Deniz fought. 

Aynur opens the husband's shirt. Shows the stitches in the shoulder that is quite long. Havva and Tsamara saw it. 

"Is this still sick, Daddy?" havva asked as he touched the slightly reddened scar. His eyes glazed over imagining the moment his daddy was covered in blood like he often saw on tv. 

"No, Son. Don't worry anymore." Embrace Havva and Tsamara to the living room. 

The party will be held later tonight. Deniz further tightened guard, although they only celebrated with family and were already in a safe place, they should be vigilant. 

"I don't want to eat that anyway" Haira pointed to the kebab in front of Mirza. While others are busy being happy because of the endless grace. Mirza is busy enjoying being a standby husband.

"Then which one?"

Kebab with variants and from various restaurants, but none of them Haira chose. 

The woman glanced at Mirza at a glance. 

"I want the one in Indonesia."

Those in the living room laughed at the suffering of his youngest brother.