Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Wanna stay away

Mirza continued to look at Haira's beautiful face that was sleeping. His hand rubbed his wife's forehead gently and kissed her occasionally, not even wanting to get away from the woman who was now carrying some of her. 

"You almost made me a hanger" she wrote. Given the difficult requests he made.

How not, Haira asked Mirza to come to Indonesia in a matter of hours, and had to return immediately. 

Nita's story about pregnant women who will certainly want a lot has begun to be proven in Haira. Mirza wanted to prove the extent to which the woman tested her. Will Mirza be patient like Haira when pregnant and caring for Kemal, or is there nothing compared to Haira's sacrifice so far. 

Engh 

Haira moaned and moved her crumbling body. 

Mirza persuaded him by all means, finally able to melt and want to forget his request. 

Slowly his eyes opened. Surround every corner of the room and stop at Mirza's handsome face adorned with smiles. 

"Well, are you here?" haira said cynically while pushing Mirza backwards. 

Mirza was confused, it was unusual for Haira to sniff at him, even this was the first time, the woman pushed him. 

"I'm your husband, and we're usually this close. Every night you ask to be hugged." 

Mirza advanced again and practiced as she hugged. However, not with the woman who continued to block Mirza until she let go of her embrace. 

"I don't want to get close to you. Go!" pinta Haira melengos's. His hands stretched out pointing at the tightly closed door of the room. 

Mirza ruffled her hair, frustrated. Confused as to how. On the one hand, Nita's words must fulfill every request of Haira. On the other hand, it does not want to be far away even a centi. 

"Darling, come on, you'll be cold." Still trying to seduce Haira, hoping to melt like that. 

Haira pulled out the blanket and went down. She was also confused and did not want to see her husband's face. 

"But I can't get near you, honey." Clear liquid escaped wetting his smooth cheeks. He had no idea about himself, who was so fed up when he saw Mirza's face. 

Mirza came down and tried to get close to Haira, but quickly the woman ran towards the bathroom. 

"Darling, I don't want to be near you."

Mirza. His brain wandered, thinking about what had happened to his wife while sleeping to not want to get close to him. He made a mistake, but did not find it.

Seeing Haira as she pleased, Mirza relented. 

"All right, I'm going out, but kiss first." 

Haira held back her nauseous stomach as Mirza walked up to her. His hands clamped his nose and closed his eyes. 

After kissing Haira, Mirza immediately came out. With a heavy heart he had to leave Haira. 

Fuad who was in the living room turned his head towards the listless looking Mirza. 

"Why, Za?" tanya Aynur looked closely at her sister-in-law who was sitting next to Deniz. 

Mirza took a long breath. "Haira asked me to leave." 

Fuad held back a laugh. The unparalleled suffering. Although he had never been in Mirza's position, the man in blood could feel the suffering of his sister-in-law. Wanted to mock, pity. It's funny to see him suffer.

"Patience, pregnant women are like that. Maybe your son took revenge because you once hated his mommy" Deniz said. 

He never blamed Haira and always reminded Mirza of his mistakes. 

"But I can't get away from her, sister," Mirza denied raising her voice. Haira's like a lung. So, his chest feels tight if far from the woman. 

"But that's your son's request. Don't you want to fulfill your own child's wishes. Look Kemal, did you know how she lived before you met her. Must have suffered."

I know, but I can't. Mirza just said in her heart. Trying to withstand the shackling turmoil. 

Chequelek 

The door to the room is open. 

Haira walked towards the dining table, and reopened the hood. 

Mirza could only see it from afar. Despite wanting to hug and kiss, he still held it for the sake of his son. 

"What do you want to eat, Ra?" asked Nita who had just approached Haira. 

"Eat this, Brother.'' Take a piece of meat loaf that is still left. Sitting in the dining room and accompanied by her sister-in-law. 

''Says Deniz tomorrow we can go home, you consult again with our family's personal doctor.'' 

Exhausting Haira's stomach which was still flat. Proud of her, able to survive on Mirza's cruel side, even she was the only one who could melt the heart of her rock-hard sister. It is the day of the night and also the bright light. 

Haira moved from her seat past Mirza who had just stood up, not even wanting to glance at her husband who hoped to be greeted. 

Haira opened the front door. Look one by one the guards who are doing their job. 

''Who are you looking for, honey?" Mirza tried to ask from a distance. 

Haira looked back, looking at her husband, disgusted. 

"Find Erkan, where is he?" asked Haira who made Mirza's chest evaporate. 

Patience, Za. Don't let yourself get carried away by emotions. 

Mirza expels her anger which is almost at the top of the sea. It turns out that facing pregnant women is more difficult than the work they do.

"He's on his way, coming soon" Mirza replied. 

Haira sat behind the door with her eyes constantly staring towards the gate. 

''Want him to find Erkan, did he nitip something?" ask Mirza to yourself. 

Upset, angry and wanting to curse everyone. His heart and mind were chaotic and wanted to vent his frustration. However what power, Mirza can only accept with what is spoken. 

Tin 

The sound of the horn echoed. A smile puffed up on Haira's lips as she watched a man get off the car. 

"Erkan here!" Waving his hand towards the secretary who was still talking to the bodyguard. 

Unlike Mirza, Erkan was confused by the attitude of his familiar miss. All this time, they were just talking important. It was as short as possible because Mirza kept an eye on his movements. 

"I, Miss," Erkan replied disjointedly, not afraid of Haira or the others, but rather of the eyes of the eagle Mirza who was looking at him with a sharp gaze. 

Why would I want to see Erkan, isn't Mirza's sister more handsome than him. 

Haira looked at Mirza then turned to look at Erkan. Somehow she felt comfortable when she was near the secretary rather than having to be near her own husband. 

''Sit there.'' Pointing to the chair in front of him. 

Erkan immediately sat down as Haira wanted. 

All over Mirza's body flared at Haira's smile dedicated to another man. Even though Erkan kept his head down, still he wanted to hit the man.