Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Idiotic

Haira opened the empty book stored in the drawer. There should be many words that would fill the white paper, but his hands were lazy to cross out. Many bad stories that he passed, as well as the happiness that continues to come repeatedly for him to devote to a writing. 

Looking at Mirza who just came out of the bathroom. His athletic body instantly stunned Haira. Even that sense has been present since long ago. It's just that a marriage based on revenge made him to divert that sense. Because, to think that hope is just like the back of longing for the moon. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" 

Not to be embarrassed or go. Mirza was standing in front of Haira who was sitting on the edge of the bed. The clear circle that adorns the white skin of the husband increasingly makes pregnant women tempted. 

"Because you're so handsome" Haira said honestly.  

She has long been the wife of Mirza. Only this time she dared to look at her husband closely. It was like something was constantly pushing him to do something that he thought was very embarrassing.

"I was born a handsome man." Proud of Haira's praise. 

"But also cruel," continued Haira chuckled, putting her book on the table. Glanced at Mirza who looked scowled. 

"My cruelty for obsessing." Grabbing Haira's waist until it falls into her arms. As Mirza often does, she kisses the recess of Haira's neck which appears pure white. Inhaling in the scent of perfume that makes her want to do more.

"Do you remember the doctor's words yesterday?" Haira held down Mirza's hand which almost slipped into the shirt. 

"Remember, if you can't touch your wife until the womb is really strong," he explained, but her hands don't want to stop just like that, even her breath that sounds like hunting demands more. 

Haira smiles. Whether there was any wind, at this time he also felt something strange with his body. Mirza's touch made her whole body convulsed to forget how to refuse. Putting aside the shame that filled his face.

Re-circling Mirza's hand that was almost released. Turning his body and looking up then snatched Mirza's lips greedily. 

Uh why this, does this also include cravings. 

Screaming in the heart. His heart and brain are opposite each other which makes Haira's behavior wrong.

Mirza's heart is ria-discovered. He led Haira's body to the bed. You mustn't waste the chance of the diamond. To hell with the words of Dr. Rose, this time his desire can not be held back anymore and must be immediately poured out. 

Mirza slowly laid Haira's body on the bed without taking off her pagutan. He climbed up and continued his action. 

Although enthusiastic, Mirza realized that there is a tadpole that now resides in Haira's stomach, so she did it slowly and gently. He does not want to hurt those who are the source of his happiness. 

Thirty years later

Haira smiled shyly. Not daring to look at Mirza who had already collapsed by his side. The more days he gets confused with his fickle and ridiculous desire. Especially when he wants Mirza's body and it can't be held. 

Mirza looked at the clock on the nightstand and hugged Haira.

"Darling, I have an important meeting today. You're not going anywhere?" Mirza curled up kissing Haira's shoulder from behind. 

The scent of perfume pierced the nose into opium for Mirza while being near the woman. 

''Don't take it long," Haira replied confirming his position. 

"It's only two hours, hopefully the client will come quickly." Mirza walked towards the closet without wearing anything. Showing off her beautiful body in front of Haira who was still breathing. Take some clothes and go to the bathroom to clean yourself. 

After being neat with his office clothes, Mirza approached Haira and then kissed her forehead. "If you need anything, call Bi Eniz or Naina."

Haira nodded in agreement. Staring at Mirza's back which began to disappear along with the tightly shut door. 

Just closing his eyes, the phone on the nightstand rang, forcing Haira to wake up. 

"Just gone, already called again," haira grumbled lifting her connection. 

"No papa, mastiin if you're good."

"Lebay," replied Haira and disconnected her connection. 

Mirza who was across there just chuckled considering Haira's actions were a little bringas and mastered the game in the morning. 

Just a few seconds Haira put down her phone, it rang again. Haira snatched her then shifted the green badge without seeing the name twinkling. 

"What's up, honey? I'm sleepy," he lamented. 

"It's me, brother." The sound of a greeting cry made Haira's eyes widen and swallowed the saliva with difficulty. 

Keep away her flat objects and see the name of the figure who called her. 

"Tone?" pekik Haira was surprised. 

His voice was so close that he could no longer ask. 

"Grandmother wants to talk to you" he said later. After that the voice of Zubaida's grandmother greeted gently. 

"Hello, Ra. Grandma misses you," said grandma makes Haira's eyes look glassy. After the reception, he deliberately did not return home because he avoided Nada who did not like his status. 

"I miss Grandma too" said Haira with trembling lips. 

"You're healthy, right?" ask grandma again to make sure, despite living with people who love her, still grandma worried about Haira who has not contacted her for a long time. 

"I'm healthy, Grandma. And now I'm pregnant."

"really?" ask grandma to make sure. 

"Yes, my son is triplets." Haira shares happiness with Zubaida's grandmother. 

Tone was silent, not even wanting to talk to Haira. Nor did she congratulate her on her pregnancy. 

"Can grandma come to your house, Ra?" ask grandma expectantly. 

How could grandma ask like that, as if Haira is a stranger to come alone should ask him permission. 

"Why did Grandma say that. Of course I can. I'll tell Mirza's sister to pick up grandma."

"Don't, Ra. Poor Mirza, she must be busy, "refuse the enthusiastic grandmother. He did not want to trouble Mirza who must have been busy with her work. 

"Any grandmother can't leave before a car picks you up." Haira disconnected the connection. Because, if he spoke continuously, surely the grandmother would refuse his orders. 

"Grandmother forgot that now Brother Haira is the wife of a rich man." Tone took his phone then to the back. 

"Not forgetting, even though Mirza is rich, it does not mean we continue to trouble her. She's been helping us a lot, and grandma doesn't want to be a burden."

Grandma's words were soft but stern. Reminds me of the kindness Mirza has been doing all this time.

Tone looking back. Staring at the back of the grandmother who started to move away.

"From the first grandmother was more loving to Haira than me, even grandmother always supported her and granted all her requests."

Nada's frustration is even more heightened given the attitude of Zubaida's grandmother who always put Haira before her. Even grandma once said, until whenever they will remain different.