Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Afflicted

Mesum in the car will make it safer and free from distractions, according to Mirza. The incident gave him many opportunities to be alone with Haira. After paying for all the groceries, Mirza asked Nada to accompany her, and she waited for them in the car. 

"Don't be angry, don't." Mirza lifted Haira's chin with one finger. Her red lips are very tempting faith so Mirza always can not bear to ignore. 

"I'm not the one who seduced them," she explained later. This time Mirza does not want to be wrong, because it is not his fault to have a handsome face and be the dream of every woman. 

"But I'm sprained," lamented Haira still unable to accept the gaze of the women who seemed to want her husband. 

"That's why I wear a mask, because I don't like being the center of attention." 

Mirza checked the grocery notes and placed them underfoot. Return to focus on Haira who still looks sullen. 

"Is every time you come out like that? Are all those women fascinated by your face? Don't they know that you already have one?" 

Haira took out her uneg-uneg who from earlier stifled her chest. 

Mirza doesn't know what to say anymore. Wherever it is, it goes wrong. Giving up is wrong, let alone refuting, pregnant women will still have a gap to corner it. It was as if the mistake was always on him. 

"Do I have to announce in front of everyone, that you're my wife?"

Haira's eyes were perfectly rounded. "It's not so I mean, I just want them to keep their eyes on not just glancing at people. Haira's voice sounded smaller which made Mirza chuckle. 

Mirza embraced Haira's body and placed the woman's head on her shoulders."Let someone else be like that. Most importantly, whenever my heart is just for you." Guided Haira's hand and stuck it on her chest. 

Relieved, often Mirza expressed love, whether through actions or words, Haira was convinced by the sincerity of the man. 

"When do we go home?" ask Haira suddenly. Already satisfied his longing with grandma, now he wants to return to the main mansion. 

"After this we go straight home, I have a lot of work to do." 

Frequently getting news about the company makes Mirza want to come back soon. 

"Are you sure you'll stay at the mansion?" As Mirza said back then, Haira made sure again. 

"Yes, I talked about this with Nita's sister and Deniz's sister. They agreed to it."

From a distance, Nada and Kemal came out of the mall. Just like Haira, Nada's two hands also carried some paper bags. They also seem to be troubled carrying groceries, not to mention the man from behind who helped him. 

"Have you done playing, son?" ask Mirza to Kemal who just came in. 

"Daddy satisfied, later I want to tell the same story Kak Fajar and Kak Hasan," he said. 

"Grandmother how? What did grandma buy?" asked Haira while looking at the grandmother who was busy putting the bag into the trunk. 

"Grandmother bought a lot, mumpung can be a treat from granddaughter-in-law," he said. 

Mirza was just watching them from inside. Be happy to see the closest people happy. 

As when leaving, grandma sat next to Kemal. Looking at Mirza from behind. "You don't think we're matre, do you, Za?" ask grandma seriously. 

Mirza smiled wryly, then turned her head towards grandma. 

"Nobody matre, Grandma. Grandma can buy anything she likes."

"This is my brother, his card." Tone thrusting card giving Mirza. 

"Take it, it's for you and Grandma. You can wear it for a day. Because after this I go home, you take good care of yourself."

With a heavy heart Mirza pamit. Because, Grandma also refused his invitation to move for various reasons. Haira could not persuade those who still wanted to stay in her hometown, while she already had a life of her own with Mirza and Kemal. 

"Sister, I'm hungry" said Haira stroking her stomach which began to rumble. 

"Just, I'll find a restaurant first." Mirza slowed down the car. He looked at the left side of the road. 

"Well, didn't you forget that place?" refute the Tone while applauding. Just like Haira, he was always tempted by food at the lesehan stall. 

"I never forget, let alone level ten, very hot," said Haira sighing. It was precisely that provoked the passion of Mirza who had been detained. 

"Here?" ask Mirza to make sure. Stop the car in front of the stall that Haira pointed at. 

"Yes, Brother. You should try the food here, it must be addictive."

Mirza has lips. Seeing the place alone is no taste, let alone the food, but rather than wrong. He continued to follow Haira, grandmother and Nada by carrying Kemal.

Like any other visitor, Mirza sits next to Haira. He looked at some people enjoying his meal. 

"What do you want to order, brother?" Haira thrust out a paper in front of Mirza. 

Mirza is confused about what to eat. He did not know any of the names of the food on the paper. 

"Follow you," answered Mirza. He does not care whether or not, the important thing is to pay. 

"Madam, I ordered three of the same soto two" Haira told the shop owner. 

The old woman who received Haira's order nodded. Then, look at Mirza at a glance before returning to the back. 

"Look, until the old man idolizes you, too" whispered Haira in Mirza's ear. 

Mirza drugged her lips, fearing a mispronunciation that led to anger. 

Fifteen minutes later

Haira's order is coming. He was impatient to eat the processing in front of him, from the aroma had already aroused his appetite to make his stomach scream. 

"Darling, are you sure you want to eat that?" Turning his head towards one serving asblak in front of Haira. 

"Yes, why?" Haira took a spoon and wiped it. 

This can't be ignored. 

"Let me try first." Mirza took a bowl and tried it. 

Just one swallow, Mirza's tongue and throat were hot. He immediately took a glass of water and drank it. 

What kind of food is this? the weakness in the heart. He did not want to offend the owner. 

"Darling, you can't eat this." Keep the food out of Haira's presence. "It's very painful, pity our children," he added. 

As usual, Haira was singing her lips when she couldn't get what she wanted. 

"True Mirza, Ra. You can't eat carelessly, pity your baby" said the grandmother who also supported Mirza's opinion. 

"I can buy you any food you want, honey. As long as it's not this."Mirza's lips are too hard to pronounce the word 'seblak'. 

Haira folded both her hands. Turn the eyeball to the right and to the left. 

If it's like this, I'll get the sap. 

Mirza swallows saliva. Inwardly keep begging to be kept away from danger. 

Haira pulled another bowl and placed it in front of Mirza. 

"Then you eat, pliiissss," pinta Haira pleaded. "For the sake of our son" he added. 

There's no other choice. Mirza was forced to eat seblak that had been ordered to comply with the wishes of his wife and child.