Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Wrong again

"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" Mirza pops her head out. Staring at the back of Haira who was folding the blanket. I can't believe what his wife said. 

"Related." Haira answered briefly while holding back a laugh. Imagining the look on Mirza's face must have been very sad. 

Suddenly a hand coiled in Haira's stomach. She knew Mirza would not believe her words and would continue to ask for rights. 

"Dear baby, shower! Or am I bathing?" tawar Haira, he could not stand Mirza who continued to struggle spoiled. 

"It's just that you take a shower if you can't see the grandpa." 

Mirza loosened her embrace and passed to the bathroom. It chooses to bathe itself rather than be bathed, and will automatically awaken something that is down there. However, it cannot be channeled because of cravings that he thinks are very strange. 

After the door sounded closed, Haira laughed loosely while rolling on the bed. Enjoyed his lies. 

"If I am like this I will be free and not be bothered by his request." 

Haira feels winning has tricked Mirza who is still innocent in the problem of cravings. And assume every speech pregnant women are cravings. He put Mirza's clothes on the bed and got out. 

There was no one at the dinner table. Erkan was still in the living room and was busy talking to his flat object. Grandma was also in the dining room compiling the food. 

"Where to, Grandma?" haira asked looking for the girl. 

Zubaida's grandmother turned her head towards the garden. 

Nada was sitting while listening to music with a soft voice. 

Haira approached him and hugged him from behind. He felt guilty for exposing the girl. However, everything has happened and cannot be played back. 

"What do you think?" ask Haira. 

Tone rubbed his tears that had escaped then smiled forcefully. "Thinking nothing" he answered, fearing that Haira knew she was crying. 

"Sorry brother for __"

"Sister," sergeant Nada interrupted Haira's speech. "Nothing to forgive. I should be the one who apologized for being presumptuous to blame Brother for the deaths of father and mother. But for Mirza's sister, I'm really just testing her. I've been suspecting her ever since I came here looking for brother."

Tone grasped both Haira's hands. 

"Thank you for taking care of me from childhood. Thank you for making sacrifices for me all this time. Until whenever I won't be able to repay brother's kindness."

The two hugged each other and shed tears. 

If mom and dad aren't my real parents, then where are my real parents. 

The question continued to tease Nada's soul who was shaken with the true facts.  

Erkan who took the water in the kitchen accidentally saw them, his heart was also filled to see the tight rope of brotherhood.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" tanya Haira switched the conversation. 

Tone shaking. All this time he has not thought about his life partner and focus on enjoying his work. 

Dorrr

Erkan spouted his drink towards the wall as his ears felt buzzing. On purpose, Mirza shocked him from behind. 

Very annoying, but Erkan could not do anything to see Mirza who seemed happy in his suffering. 

"If I'm deaf how, sir?" erkan protest cleared his clothes affected by splashes of water.

"What are you doing here?" Mirza's eyes looked at Haira and Nada who also saw her. 

"You feeling bad?" keka Mirza in a loud voice. 

Haira and Nada walked over to those who were fighting each other. 

"I just take a drink of water." Pointing an empty glass that is a few seconds placed above the sink. 

Mirza mangosteen understands. 

"What's up, honey?" Haira approached Mirza, while Nada picked up a tissue, helping Erkan wipe his wet clothes. 

"I don't care about you and Miss Haira. I also didn't hear what you guys were talking about," Erkan said quickly. 

Thin smiling tone. "Listen to papa, too. Besides, Haira and I didn't talk about anything." 

Tone walked towards the dining room followed by Erkan from behind.

"Please sit!" Tone pulled the chair, allowing Erkan to sit down. Then call doctors Hasad and Mirza and Haira to join the dining table. 

There was no talk, only the thump of spoons and plates could be heard. Every now and then Mirza glanced at Erkan and Nada who sat in alignment.

Looks like they fit.

"Erkan, later if you go home you deliver Nada to the apartment. I'll go home alone" said Mirza breaking the silence. 

Erkan simply nodded in agreement.

"Daddy.. mommy.." cried Kemal from the doorway.

Mirza immediately went to Kemal and carried him. Leading grandma to the dining room. 

"Are you sure you want to live here by yourself? Shouldn't grandma just move to the mansion?" ask Mirza for the umpteenth time. 

Looking at her already frail body, she could not imagine how when grandmother carried out her activities without others, it would definitely be more difficult. 

Grandma smile. 

"Grandmother doesn't want to trouble you."

"It is precisely if the grandmother lives here alone even troublesome," Mirza seriously. "Haira and I can't come here every day, so better come with us." Mirza kept pressing and did not give Grandma a gap to talk. "Darling, you're doing Grandma's clothes, let's ask her to stay at the mansion."

Mirza's words sounded pushy, but that was the only way for Zubaida's grandmother to stay with her and Haira. 

Haira went straight to the room to clean the clothes of the grandmother in the closet. He rubbed his tears that kept dripping. 

Behind the cruelty that was often shown in front of him. It turns out that Mirza holds a million mysteries that are hard to guess. 

"Why you?" A heavy voice greeted. Somehow since when Mirza came, the man was embracing Haira's shoulders that were shaking up and down.

"I'm moved by you." Haira hugged Mirza. Buried his face on the man's shoulder. Steal the chance to be able to inhale the scent of her perfume. 

It's exciting, what I'm doing. Mirza guessed what she had done so far that made Haira cry. 

It's not just a trap. 

Mirza swallowed his saliva. Starting to worry with Haira's unusual behavior. 

Pregnant women are strange, so do not be surprised, just follow the plot. Whatever he says is true. Sometimes he says yes, when he doesn't. You should be able to read his heart. 

Aynur's words crossed Mirza's brain to make her have to be extra careful. 

"New for what?" Mirza asked rather than guess wrong. Gently rubbing Haira's long hair. 

"Oh, I know," said Mirza again. Haira had to close her gaping lips. 

Haira. Looked at Mirza's handsome face that looked strange. 

"What?"

Cup 

A kiss landed on Haira's cheek. 

"It must be a shock because I've satisfied you and managed to score three children at once, right?"

Haira scrunched her forehead then pinched Mirza's waist which made the empress grimace. 

"Sokot know." 

Haira left Mirza with a resentful heart. He told the man to put his grandmother's clothes in the suitcase.