Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Mirza's Regret

Haira who was supposed to be in her arms was now busy talking to another man. Mirza can't accept that. He chose to leave instead of watching Haira who was still busy joking with her secretary. 

A deadly position, that's what Erkan called it. Because, he knew the anger of Mirza, but he could not refuse Haira's order to keep her sitting. 

Silent air hit making Erkan's chest tight and must supply oxygen to breathe.

The door closed fiercely signaling Mirza's mounting anger. Everyone was shocked and shaken. 

Haira turned her gaze towards the front. He began to feel that what he was doing was wrong, but could not bear his strange desire. 

"Is Mr Erkan any important work?" haira asked, seeing the sweat as big as corn seeds adorn the man's forehead. 

"There's Miss," she replied nervously. Inwardly ready words to get punishment from Mirza who must have been angry at this time. I don't know what became the man's impingement, Erkan could only guess. 

"Then you just go, but later tonight here again yes, Brother Mirza wants to throw a party," he said again. 

After Erkan got in the car. Haira walked towards her room, but her steps stopped when she heard the sound of something falling from the direction of the side room. 

Mirza went into that room. 

Deniz and the others were still in the living room preparing gifts for Haira. They didn't take Mirza's temper too seriously. It's common for Nita and Deniz to watch his sister go berserk. 

So curious, Haira turned the doorknob, and how surprised to see the usual neat room was a mess like a broken ship. Not only that, Haira's eyes were perfectly rounded when she saw Mirza lifting the jar and looking at her sharply. 

Haira screamed, before long she collapsed with her eyes closed. 

Suddenly Mirza took off the urn and ran towards Haira. 

"Darling, wake!" Patting Haira's cheek slowly, her bloody hand was ignored and continued to hug Haira tightly.

The fear of loss makes Mirza often khilaf and can not think clearly. 

The other family also rushed to Mirza who brought Haira to the room. Lay her down slowly and then hug her from the side. 

"Haira why, Za?" ask Deniz worriedly. 

"Do not know, brother. Suddenly he fainted."

Nita looked at Mirza's bruised hand, after which nudged Deniz. 

"If you want to be jealous, look at the situation first. Haira is pregnant again, and what she wants must be fulfilled. He and Erkan were only talking, not touching each other. I've seen pregnant women kiss other men, just be grateful Haira is still natural cravings," Deniz told his sister. 

"But I can't, brother. I can't get him anywhere near other men." Buried his face on Haira's cheek. His bleeding hand was less painful than his now broken heart. 

"Just for a second, Za. You must be patient. It's not Haira's wish, it's your son." 

Nita explained again. Swiping Mirza's trembling arm. He knew his sister must be crying as she already was. Behind her toughness and courage against the enemy, Mirza is just a weak man if she is to be shunned by her loved ones. 

Mirza stroked Haira's flat stomach. 

Why are you torturing daddy like this. Daddy is a lot wrong on mommy and Kemal, but not like this too, Daddy is not strong. 

Not long after, the doctor came. 

Mirza got out of bed. Give the doctor space to check on Haira. 

“Why does my sister pass out often, Doc?” ask Deniz. He was afraid something might happen that he did not know. 

"Miss Haira is fine. His heart rate is also normal, there is no serious illness. What did the gynecologist say yesterday?"

"He also said my wife and son were fine" Mirza said, mimicking what doctors said at the hospital. 

"Good, Doc. Thank you." Thank you." 

After the doctor left, Deniz approached Mirza. "Your wife is pregnant, she's very sensitive. Don't burden him with your silly nature. Jealous of Erkan, he's no match for you" Deniz sneered and sat down on the sofa. 

Nita approaches Mirza and tells her sister to leave before Haira regains consciousness. Aynur could only calm down Mirza who was still stirred by emotion. 

"Here, I whisper!" Fuad grabbed the shoulders of his sister-in-law and took her out. They both leaned against the wall and stared in the same direction. 

"Don't worry. I'm sure if he wakes up, he'll be looking for you" Fuad said. 

"Aren't you sure?" 

"Hemmm, now we play chess first while waiting for Haira to wake up." 

Nita sat next to Haira who was still closing her eyes. Even though the doctor had said that Haira was fine, she still felt anxious to see her sister helpless. 

"Sir, what if tomorrow we take Haira to the hospital, I'm afraid that something will happen to her" he said, staring at Deniz's back sitting on the sofa. 

"May, let me take care of everything."

Deniz immediately contacted someone and said his intention. He also said everything that happened to Haira at this time. 

Five minutes later, Haira opened her eyes. He looked at Nita who was faithfully sitting next to him then looked at Aynur and Deniz alternately. 

Where's Mirza? ask her in your heart. 

Haira still remembered what happened before she fainted. However, right now she wanted to see the handsome face of her husband. 

"What do you feel right now?" ask Nita enthusiastically. 

Haira. "I don't feel anything, brother. I don't know why I pass out so often." Confused with himself. Because Haira is a tough woman, even sick she can still work. However, right now he is weak and can only trouble others. 

"Yes, now you rest. Tomorrow we go to the hospital."

Haira nodded in agreement. Grabbing Nita's hand that was almost up. 

"What's wrong?" tanya Nita looked at Haira's bead eyes that looked sad. 

"Where's Mirza?" ask her shyly. 

Aynur smiled, “She was raging see you with Erkan.” Deniz chuckled then came out followed by Nita from behind. 

“Za, called Haira.” 

Mirza jumped up and ran to the room. Not caring about Fuad yelling scolded him for almost losing the game. 

Mirza opened the door slowly. “You're looking for me?” ask her to doubt.

Haira nodded without a sound. Unlike earlier who was disgusted, at this time he wanted to take refuge in a handsome man named Mirza. 

“You from anywhere?” asked Haira wrapped her hands around Mirza's waist curled up by her side. Buried his face in the chest of the man's field. Inhaling deeply the scent of perfume mixed with sweat on the body of the husband. 

“I'm outside. Play chess with brother Fuad.” 

“Sorry to me,” said Haira full of regrets. She knew her husband must be upset to see her talking to Erkan. 

“No papa, it's for our son. I will be more patient in fulfilling his request.” Kiss Haira's forehead gently.