Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Secret

This story is purely the author's imagination. If there is a similarity of name, place, or profession it is not intentional. And also, please leave a trace of his thumb, yes. Happy reading.

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Inside the not so big bedroom, a young girl was staring at the focus of the laptop screen. He smiled, his net twinkling with a black bead that moved wildly. While the fingers are small, so deftly touch each key as if dancing to the sound of the keyboard. The girl was so engrossed that unknowingly the mega had turned orange. A day in a small room painted in blue sea does not make him bored at all. Happy, he likes to indulge in an endless world. When another girl chooses to rest her mind from being tired from work, she instead accommodates all the work into the brain. That girl was different, different from women her age.

His name is Reka, or familiarly called brother by family members. Ordinary looking girl with pale-faced skinny body. Reka is an honorary teacher who holds Indonesian subjects at the same school as her father.

Design, a short name and impressed tacky for girls in modern times. A name that sounds simple but not as simple as his life.

Ady Gustiawan and Dewi are the parents of Reka. They chose a simple name for their six children. Design, Riko, Rianti, Reza, Rosi and Rony. The reason is only one, so that the time of the exam later, the children will not be bothered and spend a long time just to fill the name column.

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Azan magrib. The designer went out of the room to clean himself and perform his duty as a people, namely prayer.

The designer walked towards the kitchen with a green towel around his neck. And there Reka met the father who had just finished taking water wudu.

"Sister, will we have a chat later? There's something you want to say" said Ady who just came out of the bathroom.

The designer just lowered his head and nodded slowly. He tried to guess what topic his father would discuss this time. Do you want to talk about marriage again?

"Yes, I want to go to the mosque first. You take a shower, the abis is straight to prayer," he added as he developed a smile, leaving the designer still standing at the doorstep.

Time shows almost seven and a half hours a night. Everyone enjoyed a simple dinner made by the mother.

"Sister, after this come the Father out. We're talking jerkily, "pinta Ady kindly. He finished the water in a glass, put it on the table and then went straight to the terrace.

The design was silent without expression. Get out of the chair and help his mother clean the dining table. "Oh, Eka wants to follow the father. I stay tight, yes. Let Eka wash the dishes." The design is said after putting a pile of dishes on the sink. Then followed his father who had first walked towards the front.

Put the plan on the terrace. Sitting next to the father on a long rattan chair. "What's up, sir?" ask her with a feeling of anxiety. The look on his father's face now looks more aging than ever. A face that has a lot of wrinkles, glare eyes and cheeks that already look thin.

Ady sighed. "What's it like to be a teacher, brother?" ask without looking at Reka.

The design smiled bitterly. Now it was her turn to take a deep breath, trying to neutralize the sudden unpleasant feeling. "Surfing, Sir. Just now a little busy, Brother is tasked with making a matter for the test," he said while staring at the starless night sky.

They fell silent again, until ten minutes passed. Ady looks still staring far ahead, while Reka chooses silence, waiting for the word to be said by her father.

"Sister, don't you want to get married?" ady asked in between her blank stares. A flat voice and quiet sound, butu was able to tear the heart of Reka who had long been injured.

He closed his eyes for a moment. I guess that's the question her father would have asked. Such a conversation and very eager to avoid it. However, whatever the power, again the person he respects again questions about the soul mate. Pain and agony approached the present Design. But his pain must not be worth the sadness and worry that his father felt.

"Father is afraid if you are too busy with work, making you forget the kodrad as a woman who needs a priest" Ady added.

Reka. Cold sweat poured out of his forehead. He clasped his own fingers while thinking about something.

"Did you not have a boyfriend?" Ady looked at Reka. With a warm look he looks into the eyes of his daughter.

The plan nodded slowly and then lowered his gaze. "Nothing, sir."

"How about you match your son with your father, Brother wants? His son is kind and polite, his name is Kris. He works in the liaison service" explained Ady, enthusiastically.

The plan was silent and so was Ady. The atmosphere returned silent only the sound of frogs sounding earthy.

"Father wants to spend time nimang grandson, brother?"

Perih, Reka felt her heart sliced and then splashed with vinegar. "E-They're not ready, sir," said Reka stammering. He was nervous how to find an excuse so that his father would not be angry with him.

Ady sighed. Those who heard the desperate sigh felt guilty too.

"Can't Eka be like this, sir. Eka is comfortable living like this, "reasonably and sadness appears on her face. Not sad because choosing single, but because it has hurt the father's feelings for his unilateral decision.

Ady who heard the unusual answer was of course surprised. Didn't expect her firstborn to choose such a taboo way of life. He looked at the beautiful face of Reka and also looked at her eyes.

"What exactly are you, brother? It's been two years that you've been weird like this and now why is it so easy for you to choose to be single?" ask Ady who sounded clean.

"I'm sorry, Sir. This is a decision that Eka had thought to be eye-to-eye," said Reka who returned bowed, she as her tears that did not feel had begun to fall. He was obviously sad, but again not because of himself, but because he had disappointed the father who was so expecting more from him.

"But the Sis" Ady's words were interrupted as Reka had moved on, standing up quickly.

"Sir, Eka wants to print about the children's exam first. Later the printing is closed," interrupted Design. Legs up, leaving his father who is still on the porch.

Along the way Reka was drowned. Several times exhaled violently, banging his own chest that felt tight. He stopped his steps and sat on the park bench. Terngiang back clearly the words of the father who made the air flow Reka again choked. His eyes began to glaze over and his lips began to tremble. He was unable to withstand the water that had filled the eye pelupuk. "Sir, buk, I'm sorry. I'm not a good boy. I'm an unfilial child who will only tarnish your good name. I-I'm I ...."

The designer could not continue saying it. He sat curled up and buried his face in his own knee. I hope no one realizes that they are crying alone in a dark garden.

"Sir, buk, let me suffer as long as you can preserve your dignity and worth. I'm willing because I'm wrong."

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