Getting Married to a Cruel Man

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Mirza persuaded Haira with a gentle greeting. Giving a reasonable reason also continues to remind of his promise that does not want to be known to wider people, especially a woman. 

After a series of sentences launched by Mirza, Haira finally agreed if her husband still wears a mask and a hat and sunglasses. On one condition, which is to keep each other hand, which Mirza immediately approved. 

"It's not that you're ashamed to have a wife like me, is it?" Haira made sure. 

Mirza smiled stroking Haira's cheek. "I'm grateful that even if our meeting wasn't good, I could at least make amends for the rest of my life."

Mirza immediately launched her car after Haira looked calm. 

What a fun trip. Mirza continues to be treated to Haira's sweet smile. Unceasingly the woman was spoiled and leaned her head on her shoulders which was busy driving. 

Mirza's car landed in front of a shopping mall. He parked his car in the middle of another visitor's car. After that, help Haira open the door. Just making a little mistake would be fatal, and that was what kept him on alert. 

"Tone, you invite Kemal to play first."

Mirza gave a card to her sister-in-law. "All for you to shop. I sent the pin in a message."

Mirza grabbed Haira's phone and sent the pin number to Nada's phone. Haira took Grandma's hand to go inside. The first place they went to was the clothes shop on the second floor. 

"Now grandmother shopping, let me pay," said Mirza pointed to some clothes lined up in the mannequin. 

"Lifetime grandma, this is the first time grandma pampered," said Zubaida's grandmother touching the back of Mirza's hand. Like a dream to him. After a long time can only buy clothes in the market, now he can choose clothes in a luxury and large store that is certainly expensive. 

Mirza could only develop a smile. Behind his mask was engraved a face of sumringah representing his happiness. For seven years he was busy working and looking for treasure to forget how to make the closest people happy.

"Now Grandma is satisfied, because I can not accompany grandmother like this continue," said Mirza whispered. Approaching Haira who has begun to be busy choosing clothes. 

"Buy what you like, if you do, call me."

Haira nodded. He started hanging out with other visitors to buy something. 

From a distance, two uniformed men watched Mirza with suspicious looks. From the appearance was different from other visitors until they tightened security. 

Deploy all officers to stand guard at the entrance access. 

Mirza sat in the iron chair of the waiting room to receive a call from Erkan. 

"Hello, Mister. I've taken Lunara to the island you mentioned, "Erkan started the conversation by phone. 

"good job. You make sure he can't escape from that place. If you need to, tie him up." 

Mirza's orders make Erkan swallow his saliva. Didn't expect Mirza to be more ruthless than she imagined. 

"Ba—baik, Mister. I will do it soon," Erkan replied intermittently. 

Just entering the uninhabited island alone has made him creep, let alone have to stay with his hands tied. Erkan could not imagine what would happen to Lunara next. 

Mirza approached Haira who seemed troubled to take the clothes above. He then took it and put it on the wife's body. 

"It's like you don't fit this shirt" Mirza protested, throwing it on the shelf. 

Then, he took a long white dres and then put it on Haira's body. "This one will be prettier," she said later.

It wasn't her clothes that were the center of Haira's attention, but the person who picked them up who was currently choosing clothes for her. 

"It looks like you really have to prepare all my needs. I'm not very good at picking clothes." 

Mirza stopped her activities. His heart was pounding incoherently, tightly with Haira's words. Whether it was a wish, or just satire because he had been sassy to comment. 

"Ma—maaf, Darling. I'm just __" 

"Come, Brother. Choose again, I like whatever you buy." Pushing Mirza towards the neatly lined clothes. 

Hew 

"This place is surrounded." Suddenly the sound from the loudspeaker echoed. All the visitors panicked, even from some of the women screaming. 

Haira tightly grasped Mirza's hand which was beside her. "What is this, brother? Are there bad guys here?" ask her whisper. His eyes looked at the few officers who were at the door. 

Is there any Yusef's men? 

Mirza complains of every visitor who stays in place. 

"I don't know" Mirza replied after finding nothing suspicious. His brain immediately remembered Kemal who was currently with Nada. 

Mirza immediately contacted her sister-in-law, making sure that they were okay. 

"Hello, Nad. Where is Kemal?" mirza asked in a soft voice. 

"He's playing, brother. Why why?"

"Sir, take care of him anyway, this place is not safe."

After getting an answer from Nada, Mirza turned off her phone again. 

Two police officers entered and checked on some of the visitors. Then they walked over to Mirza and Haira, while the grandmother stood far away from them and did not dare to come closer. 

Air ac becomes engap. Haira's chest feels tight so it must supply oxygen to be able to breathe. 

Mirza opened her glasses staring at the police fearlessly. 

"Good day, sir," he said.

"Put," replied Mirza flatly. 

"What's wrong?" ask Mirza again. 

"Please open the hat and mask, you!" her decree. 

Mirza looked at the several visitors who were whispering to each other. It was quite complicated and confused him. 

"Open, Brother!" pinta Haira was hopeful. He is afraid the police will arrest Mirza because of her unsettling appearance. 

Mirza finally opened it like the police order. 

All the eyes that had been staring suspiciously were now stunned by his good looks. Some of them even forget their own partner.

"Sorry, Sir. Turns out we were wrong" said the policeman and left. 

Haira stroked his chest. What is feared does not happen. Now, he can shop quietly. 

"Who do they think I am? Ronan's mom?" mirza's grumbling is getting upset. He took some clothes back for Haira. 

"That's because you're covering your face, they deserve to be suspicious."

Haira looked back, and how surprised to see some people were already staring there.

Uh, what are they doing? 

Haira turned to look at Mirza who was busy choosing clothes. It seems the man doesn't know to be the center of attention.

Do they admire Mirza's good looks? he added that made his anger culminate into a crown. 

"Sister, I'm going home." Grab Mirza's hand and take her out. She couldn't stand their gazes for her husband. 

"Darling, I'm not done yet, there's still a lot of clothes I haven't bought." 

Mirza walked following Haira's wide steps. Understand what happens when you split a crowd. He just held back the laughter of seeing his jealous wife.