Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)
The devil's incarnate
Irwan chased after Reka's footsteps. Reka had not yet opened the door, Irwan had already pulled his body. Carrying forcibly Reka as if she was carrying a sack of rice. The design thrashed, hitting the back of Irwan's bloated back that had caught his eye.
"Please!"
But Irwan seemed to care about the sense of hearing. He threw the body of Reka on his big size mattress.
"You'll never get out of here, Reka. Your house! This is our house! Just a step away from here, I'll make sure you never see your family again!" threaten Irwan who is still loyal to the gaze of a killer. Irwan walked to the corner of the room and pulled out a golf stick that was in a tall, blue jar, swinging the iron stick blindly.
Praang!
All the items on the dresser were lying formless on the floor
Design cowering. Closing the ears and holding the heart beat that is getting too stiff. His chest was pounding fast. Water billows endlessly wet the cheeks. Just this time he saw a demon incarnate into a human.
Not long ago a large table made of glass split into two.
As if not satisfied with spilling annoyance, again he swing the iron rod hit a large TV 65 inches for tens of millions. Irwan is really windy. The hit of expensive electronics was many times until it became a small fraction.
With a rush of steps, near him Reka who curled up on the mattress. The design trembled tremendously, his fear of Irwan being many times over.
"If you dare to run away, that's what your family will accept." Irwan threw a golf stick in every direction.
"Remember that!" then shouted.
Irwan left the room which had been destroyed. Glass was scattered everywhere. Water as well as furniture debris splattered across the floor.
Bamb!
The loud sound of the door slamming became the end of a great quarrel after their qabul ijab. Irwan left with a burst of emotions that had not subsided.
Not long after, four servants entered the room. They looked at the crying design. However, whatever the power, they are just messengers who must obey Irwan's orders. They cleaned everything without a sound. There was only a bitter cry coming out from the mistress' lips.
Midnight.
The door of the room opened, making Reka wake up and open her eyes. Faintly heard the clattering of feet, stepping closer. The smell of stale alcohol also enters the nose. The sculpting, closing his eyes, shutting himself off. That irwankah?
Yes, he is Irwan. With a little staggering steps and a P3K box in hand, near him the closed design. Observed carefully the body and face of the designer with a gaze that can not be interpreted. Irwan exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry, Reka," she said, gently slathering the ointment on the bruised designer's wrist. Irwan looked back at the pale face of Reka. The son of hair who covered his wife's pretty face. Irwan smiled faintly, slowly peeling the lips of the woman he tormented her inner and physical.
After not feeling Irwan's presence, Reka also opened her eyes. He held his chest that was rumbling back. The girl trembled, thinking Irwan would come back to attack her. He intoxicated.
Morning time.
The designer stood by the window. Let the heat of the sun hit the skin. A bright day was greeted by the designer with beautiful eyes.
Tok to tok.
The sound of knocking came from behind the door.
"Come in" replied the designer.
Enter a young girl in a black uniform wrapped in a body.
"This is the breakfast, madam," said the girl with a smile. He put a tray containing a glass of warm milk and a sandwich on the table that has changed shape and size.
The designer approached the young lady, sitting on the single seat that was there. Enjoying breakfast alakadarnya just soothe the stomach that from yesterday has not eaten or drank. He was hungry, but fear suppressed his hunger to make him not dare to come out of the room.
"Nara, Madam." The girl lowered her head, disinclined.
"Have you worked here for a long time?" ask Reka again after sipping warm milk.
"It's only today, Madam," replied Nara.
The design only nodded slowly while the mouth was still filled with vegetable sandwiches with slices of cheese and meat. He was strange with that feeling, however, like it or not he still had to swallow it. The hunger was so gnawing on Reka's body.
"Don't call Madam. Just brother," Pinta Reka, put down the empty milk glass. He looked back at the body of the girl who was thin, small but beautiful. His long hair was pushed back. Really understated. She smiled thinly in her eyes.
Nara who was stared at intense so wrong behavior itself. Fear of making a fatal mistake with the employer.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't. Later I was considered brash, I could have been fired," replied Nara with a voice that sounded vibrating.
"Where do you know how to get fired?" The design scrunched his forehead.
"Aren't you working today?"
"Yes, ma'am, I've only been here one day. My mother was also a waiter here. He said Mr. Irwan was firm, did not tolerate mistakes. The guilty person immediately gets the punishment without having time to explain or defend themselves" explained Nara.
The design is just 'oh' without making a sound. He believed what Nara said. Given the cruel way Irwan treated himself, his own wife.
"So you're replacing your mother?" ask Reka again and respond to a slow nod from Nara.
"Yes, call the madam if there is anyone else. If the two of you just call Brother, yes?" pinta Reka again and retorted a hesitant nod from Nara.
"Where is Irwan?"
"Sir Irwan's gone, K-sister," Nara said nervously. There is a strange feeling after calling the master 'sister.'
Again the design 'oh' without making a sound. Engraved a relieved smile on his face. Alhamdulillah .. for now I am safe.
"Do you know the schedule for him to come home and go to work?" ask Ruler again.
"Departing from home is usually seven in the morning and going home around three in the afternoon" Nara explained. He tidied the table and put the empty plates and glasses back into the tray.
"If so I say goodbye" said Nara, smiling.
Look at Nara's back. Tired of gratitude and comfort in the hell that Irwan created. At least I have a friend to talk to, he thought.
The design goes from the sofa to the mattress. Resting his tormented mind, mind and body. He looked at the ceiling of the room. Weeping over the bad luck that always befalls. In an instant, another water circle appeared at the end of the poor girl's eyes. He took a cell phone and saw an album of togetherness of himself and his family. Sadness is increasingly becoming, eyes that initially only glazed now immediately flood immediately. "Eka Rindu ibuk .." lirih Reka interrupted her crying. His heart hurts like it's in a sembilu iris. Wanting him to scream spilled the pain that lingered comfortably in him.
Afternoon.
The lying plan covered his body with a blanket. His face turned white, as if he had no blood flow. His fingers were stiff and his heart dag dig dug unbecoming. I know Irwan is coming home soon.
Kreet!
Even the sound of the door was able to make Reka hold her breath. It was like an angel of death. Horror air instantly enveloped the room space.
As the steps drew nearer, the designer closed his eyes tightly. Cowering under a thick blanket. Duplicate, duped.Yes Allah protect Your servant.
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