Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Counteracts

Haira was confused as to what to do. He was only considered a servant by Mr. Mirza. However, he had to do all the work as a wife. Prepare everything her husband needs. 

"Eh, what is this?" Haira flipped through the things that were in her hands. It was a maroon-colored ce lana da-lam from the dirty basket that was in Mirza's room. 

Ah, bodo very, he must wash and then dry it. Ironing, after that put in Mirza's room before the master went home. That's the rule that must be obeyed. It cannot be broken if you do not want to be tortured. 

Haira came out of Mirza's room. Then back to the laundry. Separating clothes that are worn and not. Do not want to be careless and make mistakes that will be fatal to himself. 

Haira swallowed her saliva with great difficulty, shocked. All the clothes that her husband wore were nothing cheap, even the suits he currently held cost tens of millions. Surprising to Haira. 

"Sadly, even though the money can be made to eat for months, but only bought one shirt," grumbled. 

After all separated, Haira pressed the washer button. He sat down and wandered, remembering his parents who were gone. 

"If I knew my life would be like this, I'd rather die in that accident." 

Clear circle escaped, he could not forget the incident that night, where both parents died in front of him in an accident tragedy. 

"Auntie.." The shout made Haira aghast. He looked towards the source of the familiar voice in his ears. 

Bi Enis seemed to rush to the owner of the melodious voice. 

"What's up, Miss Arini?" tanya Bi Enis is friendly. Bend politely to the employer. 

"Who washes my clothes?" Arini snapped, pulling her slightly torn clothes on the hand. 

"No idea, Miss," Bi Enis replied lowered her head. Despite knowing, Bi Enis did not want to open his voice, afraid of causing a feud. 

Naina approached with a cynical smile. It has a way to create a debate that will surely be exciting. 

"Yesterday the one who washed Miss's clothes was Miss Haira." 

Naina deliberately ignited embers that almost lit up. She did not like the presence of Haira in the house, let alone her status was Mirza's wife who was certainly much higher than him. 

Feeling his name called, Haira came out to the three women in the middle room. Look at them alternately. His eyes stopped on the shirt in Arini's hand. 

"You did the laundry?" 

Arini throws her shirt right in Haira's face. Forward one step, pulling Haira's hair from behind. 

"What do you really want?" 

Haira held Arini's hand, with all her might she let go of Arini's fingers that hurt her. 

After being released, Haira retreated avoiding the hand of Arini who wanted to slap her. 

"Sorry, Miss. I accidentally, yesterday your shirt stuck and after I pulled it was torn." 

Haira said what it is. For him, as bitter as any reality remains to be honest, it is the key to keep the commitment of his parents. 

"Bad! Your one-year salary won't be able to buy that shirt." Swinging his right hand towards Haira's face, but swiftly the girl caught him. 

Haira repels the fear that settles, although she in the house is only considered a servant, Haira does not want to be oppressed by others. For her, Mirza's attitude was enough to make her suffer, and did not want Arini to add to her burden. 

"I told you unintentionally, Miss. If you do not accept and want to take this case to court, please! I don't care, but I won't allow you to persecute me."

Hands off Arini violently. He looked at his eyes filled with anger. Haira did not want to serve him anymore and chose to go back. 

Not heeding the voice of Arini who kept calling out her name, her heart now started to freeze. Not caring about others who don't care about their lives. 

Arini stomps her legs, after Haira's back disappears, she contacts Mirza. 

Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua 

Arini pretends to be as excited as she is, giving it to her sister. 

"You take it easy, I'll teach that woman a lesson." 

After hearing Mirza's expression, Arini smiled widely while jumping up and down, she felt that winning had made her brother angry at Haira. 

Mirza across the street called Erkan, asking the man to turn on his cctv-connected phone at home. 

Erkan turned the cctv around from the morning after Mirza left for the office. 

Mirza clenched her hands as she saw Haira enter her room. Chests explode. For some reason, his hatred for Haira had not subsided. Her eyes continued to focus on the woman who looked dazed while inside her room. 

Mirza stared at her phone screen intensely. Repeating the round as Haira approached her basket. 

Those are my panties, want to flap? grunts in the heart. Glancing at Erkan who was pecking beside his desk, speeding up the video until Arini grabbed Haira's hair. 

Haira's courage did not make Mirza salute, but made her very challenged and wanted to do something more painful. 

Wait for my vengeance, this time I'm sure you can't do anything. Your pride will be destroyed along with the loss of your sanctity.

Tok tok tok tok 

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Mirza's daydream. He pursed his head, code Erkan to open the door. 

"The Mirza exists?" ask the guest. 

Her familiar voice made Mirza furrow her brows. 

Since when did any woman come to his office other than Lunara. Even Mirza doesn't just accept guests if there's no interest in the job. 

"Do you want to come here, La?" tanya Mirza moved from her seat, approaching Ayla who was invited in by Erkan.

"Want to see you, can't you?"

Mirza shrugged her shoulders, I'm fine, that's how she explained in her heart. 

"Za, I know you're still mourning Lunara's death, and I also know that you married the murderous woman just for revenge."

Ayla rubbed Mirza's broad shoulder. Followed the man's steps towards the sofa. Sitting next to Mirza and facing the same direction. 

"Don't be too late in grief, I'm sure Lunara has calmed down in nature there." 

Mirza was quiet, while Erkan was thinking everywhere with Ayla's aggressive behavior.

"Za, you know, the girl who donated blood to you when she fell from the tree?"

Mirza recalls receiving a sentence from her lecturer. He was told to climb a tree. But unfortunately, his bad luck made him fall and faint. His head was hit by a stone and he lost a lot of blood.

"Lunara, right?"

Ayla shook her head without a sound. Like hiding something Mirza doesn't understand.

"Actually the one who donated blood to you was me, not Lunara."

Deg

Mirza's heart was beating fast.