Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Puncture

Almost a hundred percent of Mirza's brain focused on the document in front of her until the ringing of the phone broke her concentration. 

"Yes dear," said Mirza who finally closed the map. He rested his back on his great chair.

"Grandmother wants to come to our house, won't you pick her up?"

"Yes, later I will tell Erkan to come to grandma's house," said Mirza casually. 

Mirza rubbed her face and contacted Erkan to come to her room. He did not want Grandma to wait for an invitation from him. 

"Lake in!" mirza said when she heard the door knock. 

A beautiful woman walked up to him. Her face was familiar to Mirza.

"Lunara, why are you here?" Shift his eyes in the other direction. 

Avoiding Lunara's exposed chest. Not afraid of being tempted, just keep his eyes off women who are not mahrams. 

Lunara smiled crisply. He opened the bag and offered an invitation in front of Mirza. 

"This is an invitation from Ayla. He's gonna throw a special closed-door party for his best friend."

Mirza accepted the invitation and read it. Sure enough it was an invitation from Ayla who would celebrate her wedding later tonight. The invitation is clearly written only for the closest people and their friends. 

"When did Ayla get married?" ask Mirza back. Several times met, even Ayla never mentioned about marriage. 

Lunara sat in the guest chair. This time he was polite like the other guests. "Don't know."

"What's up, Mister?" said Erkan who had just arrived. 

"Fetch grandma and Tone. And you told the waiter to clean two rooms."

"Good, Sir." Erkan bowed and then left to carry out his duties. Glance glanced at Lunara then lit something. 

"You still have a grandmother?" ask Lunara make sure. 

"She's my grandmother, isn't she my grandmother?"

Lunara did not respond to him again, lazy if the meeting had to discuss others. 

"Where, Za? You can come, right?" 

"I can't. Haira's pregnant, and she needs me. Besides grandma's coming tonight, I can't leave them." 

Lunara clucked, she couldn't force Mirza to say that. 

"What do you want to drink?" ask Mirza while folding her clothes as I. 

"Not really, Za. Let me make you."

Lunara then took two glasses. Unpacked two of Mirza's favorite coffees. Despite nearly eight years of separation, he did not forget Mirza's favorite drinks, including black coffee with a little milk. 

Not long after, Lunara placed a cup of coffee in front of Mirza who looked tired. 

"Drink first" he said. 

Mirza immediately grabbed the coffee and sipped it. 

Turns out Lunara still remembers my favorite coffee. 

Sipping him again until half stay.

"Lun, there will be a new product launching event at our company, you must be ready to fill the show."

Lunara lifted her two thumbs up which meant she was ready to carry out the task. 

Five minutes later, Mirza felt her body a little strange. He stroked the recesses of his neck that felt hot. His head was slightly dizzy with a slightly blurry vision. 

"Are you okay, Mir?" The soft voice greeting made Mirza turn her head. 

He drank a little coffee.  Wishing to reduce his slightly dizzy head. 

Lunara approached Mirza. His hand stalling helped the man unbutton the top. Mirza's chest filled with sweat. 

There was no rejection from Mirza who was currently half conscious and kept calling Lunara by the name of Haira. 

"Do what you want" whispered Lunara teasingly. 

Without warning, Mirza snatched Lunara's lips greedily. He gets more uncontrollable as Lunara's hand touches Mirza's chest. 

I won't let you get away from me, Za.

Smiling smirked, enjoying Mirza's lips that continued to explore her neck. 

Lunara opens Mirza's belt. Letting the man take off his shirt. Both are now bare-chested. 

Lunara continues to give a touch that makes Mirza more and more agile. Unceasingly fished out the man who had already peaked. 

"Hurry up and take off my pants, honey," Mirza asked in a raucous voice. He could not bear to hold something that had revolted filled his pants. Likewise with Lunara who is enthusiastic to disarm Mirza's pants. He also accelerated his action. 

Just about to fuse his body, the door opened making the two turn towards the source of the sound. 

Mirza furrowed her brows as she looked at the woman standing behind the door. Then, he looked at the woman who was under his cage.

"Lunara," screeches. Mirza rushed away from the woman. 

Haira. His entire organs were dysfunctional seeing the astonishing spectacle before his eyes. 

The growing heat caused Mirza to be tormented, but she realized it was wrong. His hands trembled picking up his clothes that were lying on the floor. 

"Dear, help me!" pinta Mirza wears her clothes with origin. 

Haira brushed off Mirza's hand that almost touched her. The tears that had accumulated in the fertilizer were now shed already along with his heart being smashed into pieces. 

"You're evil!" Haira slapped Mirza's sturdy cheek and walked backwards. 

"It's not what you see, honey. I __" 

"Enough!" shouted Haira. He could not hear Mirza's explanation. What if he doesn't come, what happens next. Haira could not imagine it anymore. 

Haira wiped her tears and put her bag on her husband's desk. He pulled Lunara's arm and tore off the woman's shirt. Pushing him outside the room. Calling some passing employees to get closer. 

"You see this woman! How low he had dared to take my husband," said Haira pointing at Lunara. Vaporizing his rising anger filled his crown. 

They whispered to each other and looked at Lunara in disgust.

Mirza who was behind the door bowed and bit her lower lip. Holding back something that was increasingly torturing his body, he finally grabbed a cell phone and contacted Erkan. 

"Now, you get out of here, or I'll embarrass you more than this" Haira threatened. As a moral woman, she does not want to demean her fellow women even though her heart has been hurt. 

With a face filled with shame, Lunara left Mirza's office. 

Haira again entered Mirza who was unconscious. Whether it was whose fault, he could not accept the behavior of the husband who had hurt his heart. Even this was more painful than when Mirza took away her chastity. 

Erkan went straight into Mirza's room. Approaching the crying Haira and embracing both her legs. 

"Miss, what happened to Mister?"

Erkan panicked and brought Mirza to the sofa. 

"You take good care of Mirza's sister. If he asks me, just tell him I'm going to calm down."

Haira wiped away her tears and left with a million wounds stuck in her chest. 

Looks like you'll have to learn more about judging people, brother. Not everyone you help will repay you well. Instead he will use your kindness as Lunara did. Fight, I love you.