Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Wrong again, right?

The dining room sounds very crowded. Grandma who just woke up opened the door slowly. Make sure what's going on there. He nodded his head a little. His gaze circulated towards Haira and Mirza who were joking and rubbing each other's flour onto the opponent's face. While Nada looks busy with frying. Kemal was there laughing at the behavior of his parents. 

What the hell's going on?

So curious, Grandma came out. 

"What do you want to eat?" ask Tone from the kitchen. 

Kemal tapped his chin with his index finger. Think about some of the menus you'd like to eat this morning. 

"Bread only, Auntie," he replied later. 

"Sister, it's." Haira covered her face which was already filled with flour. He could not accept more scribbles from Mirza who was so enthusiastic. 

"Who did you start first." 

Mirza is still trying to open Haira's face. One hand was still grasping the flour and ready to smear it on Haira's face, while the one was busy clutching the woman's hand. Laughing happily.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Haira pleaded in front of Mirza.

Grandma saw them alternately. Then stop at the dinner table. Lots of food that has been arranged neatly. 

"Who cooked all this?" The question ripped off Mirza and Haira's jokes. 

"I, Grandma," Haira replied slightly shouting, cleaning her face with Mirza's help. 

"And it's me" said Nada, who brought two bowls of soup and placed them in front of Grandma. 

They've gotten along. Is Nada not angry with Haira anymore? 

Grandma chewed her food slowly. He just guessed what happened during his sleep last night. 

Once clean, Haira approached Grandma and sat down beside her. "Today we're going for a walk" Haira told grandmother. 

"really?" Nada said, he just knew the plan. Because, his relationship that does not improve makes Haira silenced by his plan. 

Mirza sat down and sipped Haira's milk. Not to forget his hand stroking flat stomach, greeting his children. 

"Yes, Mirza's brother will treat us all." 

She rolled her eyes in front of Mirza. Continued to tease and melt her mood which had lately been a little gloomy. 

Mirza smile. He is ready to break the card just to make loved ones happy. 

"How much money can you spend? I also want to be treated," added Nada standing in the middle of grandmother and Haira. Ensure that all his wishes this time are fulfilled without spending a penny. 

"Whatever, especially today I will buy whatever you want" Mirza finally replied. His eyes were not sidetracked from the small pimples that adorned the wife's nose. 

"You changed powder?" His hand stretched out rubbing Haira's lips that were exposed to milk. 

He shook his head to grab a tissue to clean Mirza's hand. Glanced at the empress who kept looking at him and embarrassed him. 

Nada took Kemal away and fed him in the front room. The grandmother made by Baper also sat down with Nada. Leaving Haira and Mirza in love with each other. 

"Your nose is pustular." 

Haira immediately grabbed the phone and checked it. Sure enough, there was a pimple right at the base of his nose. 

"But I don't change powder or soap. How do I get rid of it?" whimper her back, make sure that it's true acne. As seriously as Mirza noticed it, until even that small stain did not escape the man's sight. 

Mirza chuckles. Though, he did not mind that, but Haira remained excited. He just told. Although it does not dampen her beauty. Indeed, it is used to every woman will consider acne to be embarrassing. 

"Dicium may also be lost." 

Haira's face was red instantly. She was ashamed of her grandmother and Nada. Whether they heard it or not, he should be able to keep Mirza's mouth from continuing to slip with his lecherous remarks. 

Mirza bites into the vegetable toast. Lately he often consumes vegetarian food rather than meat. 

Haira did not heed it, she chose to leave to prepare after finishing off a piece of bread and a glass of milk. 

"Who did you think it didn't stop?"

"Nobody," replied Mirza casually. Grabbing Haira's waist until it falls into her lap. 

Almost Mirza landed her lips on Haira's shoulders, the master immediately distanced his head until the man could not reach her. 

"Remember, it's in Grandma's house, so you can't be free." The hard code for Mirza who actually can't bear to fuck Haira. Especially since the incident at the office, he has not once touched the wife and has made it a thorny. 

Ting 

Again, the newly placed phone rang. Haira the kepo took it. 

It was a message from Erkan. 

"Can I read Erkan's message?"

"May," Mirza replied without a second thought. 

Haira frowned while reading a message from Erkan. 

Name of the name involved. Involved what? 

Haira read one by one. Of the many names, written are the names of women who make Haira wonder. 

"Darling, what is this?" tanya Haira thrust Mirza's cell phone towards her Master. 

Mirza read it seriously and then read the message he sent to Erkan. 

"O.." Mirza just oh ria put her phone in her jacket pocket. There's no way he's saying that it's a list of names of people who like to ghibahin him. And of course, Mirza will thank them for taking her sin. 

"It's nothing. They need to be given a bonus because it's been meritorious to me."

Haira continued her dance, she did not want to take Mirza too seriously who often did beyond her reasoning. 

Like Haira, grandma and Nada were ready. They wear black clothes and jackets. Even Haira and Mirza wear jackets with matching colors and images. 

"Where were we going?" haira said as Mirza opened the car door for her. 

"As far as you are, dear. I as a driver will take you anywhere."

Cup 

In circumstances beyond her can-can-can Mirza steal a kiss on Haira's cheek. 

"Shop first" the idea of Nada sitting in the back seat. 

"We'll go shopping first." Finally Haira agreed to Nada's words, and it seemed that it was most attractive to them women. 

Mirza sat in front of the steering wheel. He opened the dashboard and took a mask and a hat and put on both, not forgetting sunglasses. 

"Why are you wearing that, honey?" Haira stared fixedly at her husband's face which was almost completely covered. 

"Grandfather, I just don't want to be seen by women out there. Besides, I'm used to dressing like this." 

However, that reason made Haira's beautiful face dim instantly. So Mirza who almost turned on the machine undoes her intentions. 

"Why again?" 

Lifting Haira's chin with her finger. 

"Are you ashamed to have a wife like me? Until you cover yourself up in public, am I so bad in your eyes?" 

Haira's tears shed that made the entire occupants of the car confused, including Kemal. 

Wrong again, right?  

Mirza just patted her forehead, and was forced to calm Haira before driving forward.