Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Wrongfully

The sunlight that hit the face teased up to make Mirza squirm. He blinked his eyes which were still very heavy. His hands moved, massaging his dizzy head. 

Returns his scattered life. Remembering the incident before he fell asleep. 

I went to the club last night. 

Exhaling, then shaking off the blanket. With great difficulty Mirza woke up and leaned against the hardboard.

"Why is my head so dizzy, how many bottles of drink do I spend?" his murmur was smirking. His body was too weak to go down until it stayed for a moment. If he always got a welcome after waking up, now his heart seems empty, there are no residents who dwell there.

After quite restoring her entire memory, Mirza lowered both of her legs. His eyes stared at the ready-made office suit next to the closet. 

"Who prepared my office clothes?" 

Mirza step. Lifting one by one clothes that are ready to wrap his body. 

"Is this Naina's work?" at last, return the hanger and then come out. Only Naina, the waiter, dared to enter her room. Even bi Eniz doesn't just come in if there's no order.

His eyes looked towards Haira who was cleaning the living room. He did not care and passed that way without wanting to greet the girl who had struggled last night to help him change clothes. 

Haira gave a small smile as she looked at Mirza's back which was getting further away. 

Very handsome, let alone the picture of his pajamas, funny. He loves the Doraemon cartoon.

Mirza sat in the middle room. Sipping his coffee that had begun to warm up, his hand grabbed the phone that was there. 

The newly arrived Erkan held back a laugh looking at the pajamas attached to his Master's body. However, he had no courage to rebuke. 

Did Haira change Mr Mirza's clothes last night? But it seems like Mr. Mirza is unaware of it. 

Had it not been his Master, Erkan would have been frowning while holding his stomach. 

"What time do I come home?" asked Mirza without looking. 

"Four ten, sir," Erkan replied instantly. 

Pretend to tidy up the tie that is already neat.

Mirza looked up. If you remember Lunara, her head like it was about to break, her longing can not be controlled and sometimes make it chaotic. 

"What's today's schedule?" ask Mirza flat. It was Haira who seemed to approach him. 

"Your breakfast is ready, Sir," Haira said before Erkan answered Mirza's question. 

No answer, Mirza turned her face away, reluctant to face the girl directly. Moving away from her seat and opening the refrigerator, Mirza overheard a small laughter coming from the kitchen. 

Ahem

Mirza cleared her throat, took a bottle of cold water from there. Staring at Bi Enis who had just come out. The woman bowed kindly, greeting. Then, continue his activities without wanting to say anything. Even though something is awkward, still choose silence.

This house is full of weirdness. 

Mirza moved and sat in the dining room. Followed by Erkan from behind. 

"Today there was a meeting with Mr. Bahadir. He wants to talk about the coal mine that belongs to you outside the city. At two o'clock there was a meeting with Izi, who wanted to cooperate with the garment factory."

Mirza just listened without answering. He went back to the room. Just standing in front of the mirror, his forehead frowned with squeaking eyes. Staring at his pajamas from the mirror reflection. 

"What's this?" He was wearing a pajama shirt that disgusted him. 

So everyone laughed at me, he thought, remembering Erkan's incomprehensible gaze. Also the servants were looking at him with strange gazes. 

Brakes

Mirza's breaking the table. Pulling his clothes violently and then grasping them until they are circular. 

Mirza opened the door hard. Showing his mounting anger. 

Everyone who heard that gasped in shock, even bi Enis stroked her chest looking at the bare-chested Mirza with a face filled with anger. His eyes were bright red with a sharp look. 

"Erkan, tell everyone to gather here, including you!" tell Mirza in a loud voice. 

After getting an order from Erkan, all the servants in the house scattered to Mirza. They lined up neatly facing the Master who showed off his field chest. 

Haira stood at the back. Not even daring to look at Mirza given the pajamas currently in the man's hands. 

"Who changed my clothes last night?" Glancing at Erkan who was standing beside him, because only that man was always with Mirza, wherever and wherever. 

Arini who was at the corner of the stairs folded her hands together. Prepare to witness what Mirza will do to the person who has humiliated her. 

Erkan looked directly at Haira. That alone is enough to signal that the woman is the culprit. 

Silent

All looked at each other and shrugged, whereas Haira could only duck down, holding back her chest that was beginning to rumble violently. Cold sweat began to pour over his skin, fear enveloped him to make his whole body tremble. 

"If nobody admits it, I'll __" 

"Sa.. I, Sir." 

Haira raised her hand.

Mirza immediately threw her clothes on Haira's face. 

May Lord Mirza not punish Haira severely. 

Bi Enis could only help prayer. No one has the right to defend anyone who makes a mistake in that house. 

"Now everyone's gone, except you." Pointing at Haira who was tightly gripping Mirza's pajamas. 

Haira still lowered her head. Not daring to look at the face of Mirza who he thought was so terrible. 

"Do you think this is funny?" ask Mirza flat. 

Funny, Haira just answered inwardly. 

"No, sir," Haira replied as she shook her head. 

Mirza clasped Haira's arm and made the master grimace. 

"I'm sorry, Sir. Last night I didn't see Master's nightgown, other than this."

Haira tried to grab Mirza's hand. Her eyes caught the husband's stomach in a checkered shape. Going up, the man's muscles also stand out making his body look perfect. 

Mirza pulled Haira into her room. Take the girl to the closet. Open it wide and pick up some clothes hanging there.

"Are your eyes blind, these are all nightgowns. But why did you take this one? Did you deliberately embarrass me in front of all the servants, huh?" mirza snapped in Haira's ear. 

Haira closed her eyes. He only accepts Mirza's growing anger. Perhaps it will be received every day, given his sentence which has been recorded for life. Jumping from fate to find a gripping place.

"I'm sorry, sir." 

Haira cupped her hands together in front of Mirza. Begging for mercy on that man. 

Mirza pulled Haira's hair. Twisted the girl's body to the wall. Take his hand back. One hand gripped Haira's chin until she grimaced in pain. 

"There is no apology for people who have made mistakes. From today on, don't you dare touch my clothes and me. You're not a real wife, don't ever dream of enjoying my body and being Glora's mistress."

Haira was grieving, not even if she wanted to be touched by Mirza. Nor does she want to have a position like her husband called her.