Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Affected

Mirza dragged Haira's body from the inside out of the room. Then push him until the girl falls down. There is no mercy for Haira. Mirza's hatred peaked and there was no more apology. 

"I warn you once again, your position in this house is like a servant. Not a wife." Explain in a loud voice. Degrading the woman he married. As she said, Mirza started killing Haira slowly. 

Some of the people in the room could hear Mirza. But they are like statues that can do nothing. 

Mirza closed the door so hard that Haira gasped in shock. He has no problem with that, for him at this time can serve the punishment well, and can escape the entrapment of Mr. Mirza. Meeting his grandmother and Nada was enough of all the pleasures on earth. 

Arini clapped her hands towards Haira. His heart flowered to see the suffering of the woman. It turns out that in the house there are dolls that can entertain him when bored. 

"You heard, right. Sister Mirza said, here you are nobody, just a waiter." Arini shouts Haira's forehead. Then leave. 

This has nothing to do with the woman, but it is still nosy to disturb Haira.

Haira looked at Arini's back pass. He regretted his choice. It turns out that living in Mirza's house is far more terrible than iron bars. He is like a captive bound to a covenant. This was not what he wanted, but fate that led to someone very cruel. Married to a revenge claim.

Haira sculpted everything Mirza said, not touching anything related to the man. Crying was free, Will not restore the situation, Haira resigned to her fate that somehow later. 

He got up, limped over to Bi Enis who was in the kitchen. Although many people still the atmosphere of the house is quiet as without occupants. 

Haira looked at everyone. His eyes stopped on Erkan who was pecking beside the dining table. 

"Sir, tell me what to do. Mr. Mirza asked me to serve him from waking up to going to sleep, but he said he didn't want to see my face."

Erkan just kept quiet, it was a very confusing matter for him. Mirza's speech is difficult to understand, even sometimes Erkan can not read the wishes of the Master. 

Glanced at Mirza's room at a glance, then looked at Haira.

"Sorry, Miss. I can't give an opinion. Only Mr. Mirza has the right to rule life, you. Not me or anyone else."

Haira bowed lethargic.

Organizing life, the speech already encompassed Haira's fate to come, as soon as she deciphered Erkan's words. 

Haira rubbed her tears that had escaped wetting her cheeks. Then put Mirza's clothes in the laundry.

If you don't like these pajamas, why is it in the closet?

Mirza's room door opened. Haira who almost arrived in the dining room immediately ran to the kitchen remembering Mirza's words that did not want to see her face. 

The sound of the pounding of the shoes and the floor grew closer and stopped in the dining room. Haira leaned her back behind the closet. The sound of spoons and dishes accompanied each other. 

Surely Mr. Mirza is having breakfast, guess Haira in heart. 

No one dared to speak. Haira linked her hands waiting for Mirza to leave. Occasionally peek out from behind the curtains to make sure. 

Mirza did not wear her choice of clothes.

After Mirza left the dining room, Haira stroked her chest breathing with relief, at least she had time to prepare herself until Mirza came home. 

Haira pulled Bi Enis' hand and whispered in her ear. 

Naina who was cleaning the kitchen also saw the movements of Haira who was a little suspicious. 

I forgot, this is Mr. Mirza's house, the most powerful man. Grandma, Nada, I'm sorry for not being able to contact you. 

Despite the worry, Haira could do nothing. Accepting what he's living for now, locked up in Mr. Mirza's prison.

"Alright, Bi. Sorry if I'm always a hassle."

Bi Enis simply shook her head without a sound. 

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Upon arrival in the courtyard of the skyscraper, Mirza got down from the car. He was greeted by all his employees politely. 

"Mr Bahadir is waiting, sir," reported a beautiful woman who was beside the car. 

Mirza stepped wide into her office. Erkan followed from behind. The two went straight into the meeting room. 

"Good morning, Mr. Mirza," said Mr. Bahadir, bowing kindly. 

There was no answer, Mirza sat in her place. His hand poked open the document in front of him. There is nothing important and must be discussed other than work. 

"I'm so sorry about Miss Lunara's passing." Mr. Bahadir said it doubtfully. Not the time for pleasantries. It only breaks the silence created. 

"Your case is like the one that befell my son." Mr. Bahadir tries to distract the serious-looking Mirza with the map in front of him. 

There was no rebuttal, which meant Mirza allowed Mr. Bahadir to continue the story.

"At that time my son's fiancee also died because of someone, after which he married her just for revenge."

The phrase is pure that experienced by Mr. Bahadir's son, but like a satire for Mirza who also married Haira just for revenge.

"Then?" Mirza placed both her hands on the table. This time he was excited to hear the story of his client. 

"He did not want to touch women outside, which must have been used by many people. Therefore he married the man who had killed my future daughter-in-law" he added. 

The incident was even like a coffee photo for Mirza at this time. Exactly the same, it's just, the murder was intentional and not. 

"After my son was content to destroy her life, he divorced her. Now she is married to a woman she loves. He's already relieved to avenge the death of his fiancee."

It sounds very vile, but Mirza likes it, it's like she got a way how to treat Haira unfairly.

Mirza's phone rang, she immediately picked it up after seeing the writing on the screen. 

"Za, tonight I have a nice meal for you. She's a famous model who just came from abroad" said someone from across the phone.

Mirza is not interested in it all, but she must find a life partner who makes her forget her past with Lunara. There is no way that he dissolves into grief that cannot bring back his beloved. 

"Well, we'll see each other tonight" Mirza replied, then closed the connection. 

Be ready to take my gift. Your destruction is a success for me. I will not let you enjoy the beauty of the world.

Mirza clenched both of her hands. His lips smiled cunningly hinting at something.