Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Unpacked oneself

''Don't keep feeling guilty. Once I forgive you, it means I have accepted you for who you are. Accept you my whole life." Haira tightened her embrace.

Actually there are already acting down there to make Mirza hot cold. However, there was a shackling fear making it difficult to reveal everything.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of the door being knocked from outside. Mirza kissed Haira on the forehead and opened the door. It turns out that grandma came with Kemal in her sling.

''Grandma has prepared food for you guys, come out. Nada has also returned. Don't you want to meet her?" Staring at Haira who was still lying on the bed.

"Later I'm out, Grandma," he replied without moving.

Mirza approached Haira and helped the woman to wake up.

"Just meet him, I'll wait here. We'll continue." Landing a soft kiss on Haira's lips.

''Don't want to, you have to accompany me." Haira pulled Mirza's hand towards the door. They were sitting in the living room, precisely in front of Nada who was busy working on something.

''How many days are you home, Nad?" ask Haira. Whether he had to start from where, he felt clumsy when he was in front of his sister.

"At least once a week," he answered flatly.

Mirza chose to play her phone. Looking for the name of triplets. Although his gender was not yet known, he still prepared a name for them.

"Do you like working there?" asked Haira again breaking the silence that had been created. Grandma came to serve drinks in front of Haira and Mirza. After that sit next to Nada. They were facing each other against the table.

"i like. Why why?" Nada answered back with a sniff. His eyes were not distracted from Mirza's face which continued to stare at the screen of his phone.

Handsome guy is unsettling, here and there lyrics, annoying.

Mirza became uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but he could not ignore the request of his wife who wanted to be accompanied.

"Darling, I'll go to the bathroom first. I'll be back." Mirza pamit then left.

"Actually why are you? Why do you hate me?" ask Haira at last.

Tone threw the map hard to make Mirza who had not yet entered the room hear it. He abandoned his intention to go to the bathroom. This was the second time he had peeked behind the door like back then. Seeing the face of Nada who looked pias, then turned to look at his wife who was still putting on a soft face. Even though they were said to be brothers, they looked different.

"Why do I hate you? I'll give you an answer. Mom and Dad died helping you. After that you took the man I love. You always snatch my happiness.''

"You're not father and mother's son?" continued.

Haira could not bear the attitude of Nada who constantly hated her. Maybe in this way, Nada will be able to appreciate it more. Appreciate his sacrifice during this time which should be the backbone of the family. Prioritizing himself over himself. Always prioritize whatever Nada wants rather than meeting his needs. Perhaps with this, Nada will better understand that the love given by Haira is not just a brother, but also everything.

Stiff tone. His lips were locked and he could not say anything. He still does not believe Haira's words and is difficult to understand.

All he knows is that they are brothers, but suddenly Haira says that she is not their father and mother's son. Then what does that mean?

Tone looked at grandma with a gaze full of questions. Grandma must know everything. But why did they hide it for decades.

Say, Grandma? What the hell is going on? that's how Nada's heart says. But he is a living statue.

Haira approached Nada. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to __" Nada stopped Haira's conversation. He wants an explanation. How could Haira say such a thing.

"Say what do you mean, brother? If I'm not a father and mother's son, then who am I?"

Haira looked at her grandmother who kept nodding, then looked back at the tone. Actually, there is no intention of revealing it at any time. But he was too tired to face the attitude of Nada who constantly blame and consider it has captured the affection of his parents.

"I'll explain everything. But you sit down first."

"Don't touch me! Tell me quickly!" peekik Nada impatiently wanted to hear the truth immediately.

"You're not a father and mother's son. They found you in the building where he worked. No one wants to take you there, so mom and dad take you home and take care of you. So don't ever think that I'm the cause of their deaths. No child wants to be abandoned by parents, as well as sister Mirza, she is also only an orphan raised by her brother.''

Feeling Tone mixed. Wanting to be angry, also crying harbors a sense of hate and also deep sadness. It turned out that he was just another person who was picked up and raised in the Haira family.

Mirza, who was listening to it, came back out and embraced Haira. He did not know until when the problem would end, which was certain, He also wanted to bring Haira running to a quiet and peaceful place, where there would be no problems that hit. 

"You're too tired, honey. We better get to the room. If he appreciates you, he won't blame you like that. Don't ever beg anyone else, because you're innocent."

Mirza did not accept with Nada who had dared to yell at his wife. There have been too many sacrifices Haira has made over the years, both in the family and for her, and it feels unfair for the woman to accept the dispossession of every other person's fault. "Don't mind him anymore. Now all you have to think about is our son, not anyone else."

"But __"

"No buts, no one is more important than you. You raised him and paid for his life. Now that's enough, you have to find your own happiness. She's an adult and can live independently, so don't think about her anymore."

If in the room Mirza continues to calm Haira. Outside, Nada asked grandma to explain it in detail, and surely the old woman knew better what was right and what was wrong. Including their identities who turned out to be born from different parents.