Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Stinky

Haira's gestational age has only reached eight weeks, but her changing request has made Mirza dizzy seven circumference. As of this moment, Haira did not want to be approached by him and it was like the most painful punishment. 

"Let's dong darling, open the door, it's cold outside."

Mirza kept knocking on the door of her tightly closed room. He did not give up and continued to try to melt Haira's heart. 

The waiter who was still passing by carried out his activities could only help but laugh at Mirza who was leaning against the door. His face was like a child who asked to buy a toy. 

Haira who felt uncomfortable was forced to cover both ears with a pillow. At the moment he hates Mirza and doesn't want to see her. 

Erkan came with his tired face. The man opened the front door and took off his suit, followed by Nada from behind. The two of them stopped in the living room while looking at Mirza. 

Erkan waved his hand towards the waiter. Quickly, the maid in navy blue uniform approached. 

"Mr Mirza why?" ask Erkan enthusiastically. It's not usually Mirza looks pathetic like that. 

"Miss Haira forbade Mr. Mirza to sleep in the room, sir. He said it stinks," said the waiter. Mimicking Haira's words earlier. 

Now not only the waiter, Erkan and Nada were holding back laughter. 

Grandma who just came out also approached Mirza. "Patience, Za. You sit down, grandma make coffee. Later if you are bored yourself, he must be looking for you," said grandma calming. 

Forced Mirza to join Nada and Erkan in the living room. 

"Patience, Brother. The risk of having a pregnant wife is like that, even sometimes there is also a wife who craves to be asked in the hug of people's husbands," said Nada made Mirza shudder in horror. 

"But that's rare, Za," said the grandmother, who came with three cups of hot drinks. 

Grandma sat beside Nada, she could see the girl more radiant than before leaving. 

"What's your business?" grandma asked to melt the silence. 

Erkan stared at Nada which meant asking the girl to tell grandma. 

"All good, Grandma. I've met dad. Even though he doesn't recognize me, I can see you up close."

Mirza spoke up. He wanted to divert his brain from earlier agitated at the thought of Haira's request. 

"Good, then tomorrow you come to Meyzin's office. I'm sure he'll see you" Mirza said. Again, his eyes closed the door that had not yet opened as well. 

Why him now, is laughing hard already makes me tormented like this. 

Erkan could see Mirza's growing annoyance, but this time he could help nothing but accompany her outside. 

Erkan nudged Nada's arm. Giving the girl a code to go to the room, and it was instantly understandable. 

"I'll go to the room first, brother. Hopefully, Brother Haira quickly out and want to sleep with his brother," said Nada before leaving. 

Grandma went with Nada. Because, he wanted to listen to the story of the girl when he met his biological father. 

Currently there were only Erkan and Mirza sitting opposite each other. 

"Maybe you need some entertainment while waiting for Miss Haira to open the door?" bargain Erkan. 

Mirza shook her head heavily and lay down with her hands as a pillow. 

"Are there cravings like this, there's nothing." Still do not understand the way of the mind of pregnant women. 

"Wouldn't that time Miss wants you to go too." 

"Yes, but this time Haira said, she said I stink, what else is that food?" peekik Mirza won't take it. 

Again Erkan open google mbah to search for something that Mirza said. After finding it, he turned his phone screen right in front of the master. 

Mirza scrunched her forehead as she looked at the brown, rod-shaped image. He did not expect, equated with kitchen spices made from shrimp. 

"Is it expensive?" ask her cynically. 

Erkan also saw the prices listed on various labels. 

"Courtesy, sir, even if in Indonesia it costs only five thousand rupiah."

His pride fell instantly in the eyes of the secretary. However, Mirza does not care about it all, as bad as his wife who said, he will still receive with chesty. 

Chequelek 

Door opens. Mirza developed a smile as she saw the figure of the beautiful woman coming out of the room. He thought that Haira would approach him like that. But in fact, Haira actually walked towards the back, even just glancing at her at a glance. 

"You saw for yourself, right. He didn't call me at all."

Mirza was getting upset when she saw Haira laughing with the waiter in the dining room. Like no sin has made her husband emotional. 

"Don't blame Miss, sir. Maybe your child does not want to be near his daddy," replied Erkan carefully. Because, he knows Mirza's heart is now emotionally ignited and easily angry. 

Mirza lay down again and looked at the ceiling of the room. Digesting Erkan's right speech. 

You can stay away from daddy, as long as it doesn't go away from daddy's life. 

Mirza forced her eyes to shut in order to unravel the stifling emotions of the chest. Erkan also went to sleep on the sofa to accompany the man. 

Unlike the previous morning which was filled with laughter, the room was very quiet as Mirza entered. In fact, Haira is still indifferent and does not want to greet the husband who is looking for attention to him. 

"It seems like yesterday I put it here, why not there," muttered Mirza opening several closet doors in turn. 

Haira who was curled up behind the blanket kept laughing while watching the video on her phone, not even caring about Mirza who seemed troubled. 

"Darling, you see my das are patterned with lines?" Finally Mirza asked Haira. 

The woman pointed towards the drawer that was on the side of the closet without opening her voice.

Mirza followed Haira's finger pointing. After that, he opened it. Take the one tie he was looking for.

"If ce lana's in me where?" Mirza unpacked the contents of the closet at the bottom.

Finally Haira woke up. Pulling soft hand stocky Mirza.

"Have you forgotten that all the ce lana in you is here?"

Unlike last night who kept pinching his nose, Haira now looks ordinary near Mirza. In fact, it tends to bring its face closer to Mirza's chest, and it makes the man cheer in delight.

"Do you want anything?" asked Mirza while stroking Haira's flat stomach. His heart was broken, afraid of not being able to fulfill the request of the wife.

Haira shook her head and pulled Mirza's collar up and bowed.

"Triplet pingin pampered," whispered his whole body made Mirza inflamed.