Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan's past

The walking design gripped Irwan's arm cordially. However, in fact he only rests on the sturdy body of the man. So dashing, with a definite step Irwan walked past his classmates and invited guests. There were even some women who did not blink when they looked at him. They were amazed to see such a perfect figure. It has a square jaw, a pointed nose and sexy lips. "Truly God's most perfect creation" chirped one of the women they passed by. There were also faint sounds of some people commenting on their king and queen-like appearance. Irwan's smile expands, proud.

"Walk gracefully. You want to embarrass me" Irwan whispered. Irwan doesn't like it because Reka always keeps her head down.

Hearing words that could threaten the safety of body and soul, Reka also obeyed Irwan's request. He knows the risks if it makes Irwan angry. Relax Reka. It's just a reunion. Didn't you also often attend events like this, Reka made up, trying to calm down who was afraid to make a mistake.

On the doorstep, they were greeted by a young man dressed neatly. Hand over a ledger for Irwan to sign. The designer doesn't care about that. He was busy trying to calm his mind. Just relax. The designer takes a deep breath and takes it out slowly from the mouth. Expect the heart rhythm to return to normal.

They also entered the mansion. The eyes of the designer immediately rounded perfectly when he saw how magnificent the house he entered. Not to mention the many people who passed by in there, making nervousness attack Reka immediately.

"Rilex, keep your expression. Do you want to make me a fool in front of all my classmates." Irwan growled without looking at Reka. He was busy smiling at the friend who was passing by him.

Hmh! A hypocrite! The design rolled its eyes lazily. I see that Irwan plays so much that other people are happy and smile kindly when greeting him.

Irwan still stepped up, waving his hands, approaching Chandra who was standing chatting with several people. "Gue wait there" said Irwan, patting Chandra on the shoulder.

"Yes, I'll follow soon" said Chandra.

While waiting, they sat on the sofa in the corner of the room. He looked at the crowd with an unusual look. There is a sense of wonder, worry is also afraid. He was amazed at the design of the luxurious room like a king's palace. However, he also felt anxious, afraid if making mistakes in the midst of crowds of people.

Irwan smiled cynically when he realized the worried look on Reka's eyeball, You idiot!

"What are you thinking?" tanyanya melerai reka daydream. Laying your back on the sofa. Not to forget, he also folded his legs. So it looks haughty and arrogant but also looks cool, authoritative. "Nothing" replied the designer.

"I'm sure you've never been to a show this big." Irwan pulled his lips. Underestimating the Design seated before him.

His face was drawn, looking towards the entrance. Seeing Irwan's arrogant attitude made him fed up, throbbing in silence, cursing inwardly and suffocating in the imagination.

They go back to silence. No topic can be discussed because they are not that close. Even there is only hatred that has been firmly planted in the heart of Reka for a man named Irwan.

The mind of the Reka wandered far away. Although surrounded by many people, he still felt empty, even the quiet music of jazz was unable to make him comfortable. He breathed slowly. I don't like it here. Designa's face began to look moody and boredom began to approach. His gaze focused on the heels he was wearing.

Suddenly someone approached her. The man stood right in front of the designer. The designers were of course surprised at the presence of a level foot that was so close to the head. Slowly set your gaze, look up, look up to see who the owner of the foot is.

"Here, eat!" Pouring a small plate containing fruit salad.

The design that had been softly jumped immediately accepted it. Not because of hunger, but because it did not want to make the arrogant man go berserk because of rejection. Yes, the owner of the leg level is Irwan, husband and villain in his life.

"Please wait here, I have business" Irwan said expressionlessly. He passed through the guests.

The design weakened and breathed out, calmed down a bit and etched a relieved smile on her thin lips . However, not long after that came the figure of the man whom Reka knew. He who just took a break from the heart gymnastics that Irwan gave now must do it again. That person is Chandra. The man who stamped as Irwan's plot.

The man sat next to him. With a wide smile he waved to some acquaintances who also waved for him. "How's my house?" tanyanya without looking at the design that began to look uncomfortable. Silent design, lazy to answer Chandra's question.

"Why silence? Are you uncomfortable with this crowd?" ask Chandra again but still not responded Reka at all.

"By the way, where is Irwan?" Chandra looked around. But still did not find the figure he was looking for.

"Get out" replied the designer.

Chandra smiled clumsily, sipping on the drink in hand. Colored like tea but the aroma clearly indicates that it is not tea, but whisky. "Sorry, about the other day" he said after putting down his glass.

The designer was still silent, not wanting to hear an apology or anything from the person who had wronged him. Hmh! Pardon you? It's so easy to apologize. The stern design held back the growl, so furious, the dress that covered the knee was almost torn, due to her own knuckle.

Chandra took a deep breath. "Two years ago I prevented Irwan from stopping his annual abnormal activities. But he doesn't care at all and unfortunately you are the target" explained Chandra who was not understood by Reka at all.

His eyes narrow. Signs that he needs further explanation from Chandra's words just now. "What does that mean?" asked Reka whose blood was already wheezing remembering the story of the pill. He looked really at Chandra's face which was also scratched by the look of regret there.

Candra gulped back her drink. His eyes were looking far ahead. "About fourteen years ago, Irwan once loved a woman who came from Jakarta. They met while still in college in England. Long story short, Irwan sincerely liked the woman and they dated for four years. But not for the girl. He only uses Irwan because he knows Irwan is the only child of a businessman. Irwan, who did not know about his girlfriend's play, chose with all his heart to trust and even intend to propose." Chandra's words were interrupted because a guest waved at her.

"Keep," the unhappy Reca challenged Irwan's past. He still wanted to listen to Chandra's explanation, even though the heart was hot and the blood had also started to boil.

"So everything was revealed when Irwan caught his future wife having sex with another man" Chandra continued.

"So since then, Irwan has never believed in the name of love or women. According to him, all the women were j a l a n g" Chandra explained later.

"And the night he raped you that was the date he caught his girlfriend."

Degh's!

The heart of the body seems to stop beating. Hearing the story behind his pain made Reka wrathful, anger clearly dominating the mind. He clenched his hand tightly until the palm paled perfectly.

"So, he vented his anger and heartache on me! That's so!"