Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

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The longer the move gets closer. Dup dup, dup. He could hear his own heartbeat. Sweat is increasingly pouring profusely, fingers are numb while the heart does not stop saying prayers.

Irwan arrived. Without shaking, without snapping, he stood right near the body of the designer who only looks at the tip of his head.

"This, wear! At half-eight tonight come with me somewhere." Irwan said in a typical low voice. The sound that can make the heart of Reka as if freefall, swooping from space. After a while, Irwan stepped on his feet. Leaving the Design still rolling itself in a blanket.

Feeling safe enough, then Reka ventured to open the bandage. He breathed slowly. Relieved and corrected the position, sitting looking at the two paper bags that Irwan placed on the nightstand.

"What's this?" Grab that paper bag and open the contents.

"Gaun .. for what?" The designer muttered in surprise, remembering so many clothes that filled one of the rooms inside his large room.

Look at her and pick up the clothes she was holding. Gently, drowning the shirt in the face, inhaling it deeply, lulled for a moment with a cloth that definitely cost more than his teaching salary for a month. Before long, the plan woke up. Luxury does not guarantee happiness.

Really, wanted him to get away from the new life the day he started. However, Irwan's threat is not a mere bluff. Frustrated? Yeah, Reka felt that. Dead end, there is no way out but to stay in the palace of the taste of hell that Irwan created.

The design exhales softly. There was a heavy stone on his chest. So crowded. "Well, if I act obediently, maybe he won't hurt me." Design of heart. "I must try to accept destiny, whether bad or good, I will live with all my heart" he murmured later.

The plan again grabbed the other paper bag. It contains a red box. Reka's eyes widened perfectly when she saw the one inside.

"Heels, how can I use this?" The design returns. Worry envelops the mind when it sees a fairly high gold-colored shoe in the hand. His forehead wrinkled and occasionally he bit his lower lip.

How can I use this .. if I fall how? He might be angry. But if I refuse, he must be angry. Jeez .. What should I do?

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Set the time set by Irwan.

After completing his duty as a community. The design sits in front of the mirror. Staring at his horrible-looking appearance, blackened eye bags and dry, flaking lips. Design open the make up box that is already available on the table. Polishing a bit of her pale face with natural makeup. The pink lipstick she placed on her thin lips. Alright Reka, everything will be fine, Inner Reka while smiling bitterly.

Tok to tok.

The sound of knocking on the door resuscitated the reverie of Reka. He got up from his seat and walked slowly to open it. "Si" Reka jumped, unable to finish oral.

Yes, he is Irwan. The one who knocked on the door of his room. The figure of a handsome man. A clean white face with a firm jaw and a sharp nose. So perfect is God's creation. Especially with the suit he was wearing, making it clear how dignified an Irwan Syahputra.

For a moment Reka fell asleep, quickly gulped so as not to be clearly seen if she was fascinated by Irwan, the demon king who was standing before her. "Ekhem ...." The designer cleared his throat, expelling the strange feeling that suddenly embraced him, tightly.

While without Reka knowing, Irwan was a little stunned by her appearance that looks graceful. Clad in a nude knee-length brocade dress, short-sleeved and ribbon on the neck. Beautiful .... Irwan. However, the pride and pride that had ingrained him to accept the fact that the wife was perfect.

"Are you ready?" irwan asked, breaking apart the strange atmosphere created between them.

Reka nodded slowly, then looked back down. Although it looks handsome but still Irwan's eyes still give a sharp look. The designer doesn't want to start a fight.

Irwan flips the body. Seeing the strange way of the design. "You why? Can't use heels?" ask her with a cynical look. His tone was clearly mocking Reka.

Stunned design. His face returned. He nodded deeply, not daring to answer or just look into Irwan's eyes.

Irwan snorted annoyedly. He approached Reka and pulled her hand to be crossed into her arm. Stiff back design, difficulty swallowing saliva. With courage, he looked at Irwan's sharp eye bead. There was warmth there.

"Campage! Hold that! If you fall down, I'm also the one who is embarrassed," Irwan explained vividly which of course hurt the feelings of anyone who received it.

Reka sighed. Shame is also heartache for the insults that come out of Irwan's evil mouth. With slow but sure steps, he followed Irwan's steps. Quite comfortable because it can rest on Irwan's muscular arms. Again a strange feeling pervaded Reka. Stop Design! don't think of the non-no!

In car.

The cold snap rattled, filling the corners of the vehicles they were using. Each adjacent to Irwan makes Reka imagine the no-no. Always remember Irwan's rude behavior when they are together.

"Have you had dinner?"

The design flinched, getting a question from Irwan made his mind suddenly empty. Only a slow nod would be the response to the man's question.

Both are silent again. Only the slow sound of the radio mediated the silence between them.

In silence, Reka thinks hard of Irwan's unexpected behavior. Why did he come to the camp last night and kiss me? Could he love me? Nah! He quickly brushed aside the unfortunate thought that had appeared out of nowhere. Stop designing, don't think strangely. He's a monster. After all, a man will never hurt and threaten the person he likes. You don't remember his behavior for you all this time. The design took a deep breath.

"Why? What are you thinking?"

There came back a low voice of Irwan that was like a lightning sting. The design is nervous, sculpting for a few seconds, then flailing slowly.

"You have a mouth, don't you! Why not talk!" The sound again rose an octave, making Reka get the sensation of impromptu heart gymnastics. Courage shrunk, Irwan was focused on driving. However, Irwan's high voice hinted that the man was scolding him. Making the body suddenly stiff design, his tongue also feels funny. A faint sound came out from his thin lips that trembled. "T-nothing, T-master," replied the Stammer. He lyrics a glimpse of Irwan's face, the devil's smile is still faithful on his oriental face.

"Mahhaha ...." Irwan's laughter was bland, shaking, cornered the already cornered Reka. "Why wear 'Master'? You want to announce to everyone that I've forced you to marry me, yes!"

The design was silent, only sweat came out from the pores of the palms. He squeezed out his fingers which felt numb.

"Call me, Mas. Remember that!" irwan's orders are absolute.

Half an hour has passed. Put them in a grand mansion. Irwan parked his luxury car in a yard that has been parked many beautiful and expensive cars there.

"This is my school reunion. So don't do anything and don't be ashamed. You smile enough, don't talk. Understand!" The design nodded back. Irwan opened his seatbelt and walked to open the car door for Reka.

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