Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan's past part 2

Chandra sipped his drink again. Chandra's silence indirectly justifies what Reka says.

Design a fist. Anger and sadness merge into one. Worsened up in endless destinies. His soul was torn apart from the humiliation that Irwan had inflicted. Wounds that arrive at any time will never be forgotten. How could he bear the misfortune of Irwan's frustration over other women?

"Basar lecherous man," hissed Reka. His eyes began to water, but as much as possible he was waterproof it until it was concentrated on the end of the eyes that had been seen reddening.

"He just keeps doing that every year. He will seek j a l a n g and vent his desires as well as anger. He will not even hesitate to hit the woman who became his date. And of course with a fantastic fee just for making love, so the women were no one to protest or demand it" explained Chandra again. His eyes are still looking forward. However, it was clear that his mind was also raging. Thinking about the reality she spoke would definitely hurt the innocent woman who had now become her best friend's wife.

The design took a deep breath. His chest seemed to be squeezed and felt unusually tight. Although humiliated and his world destroyed, he still has to find out why Irwan does not want to let go of him.

"Then why is he looking for me? Should he ignore me just as he forgets the women who were once his passions?" The voice sounded soft. The poor girl lowered her head, wiping away the water droplets that had started to fall. He bowed silently, so that no one would realize that he was crying in the middle of the party crowd.

"The man even threatened to involve my family. I really don't like it" added Reka again in a faint-sounding voice.

Now Chandra is breathing heavily. He glanced at the bowed Design, clutching her beautiful dress very firmly.

"That's it. .. if I don't know about it either. However, after that night, he just kept looking for you and never again celebrated his farewell birthday" Chandra said.

The design is still silent. Hearts are held in silence.

"But trust me. Irwan was actually soft-hearted. It's just that, the wounds and life experiences make his heart and behavior hard" Chandra said, trying to defend Irwan.

The design did not respond. His heart was completely broken. The more I know Irwan the more he gets hurt deeply. He also left Chandra. Walking almost half-running, racing with emotions increasingly becoming.

Not long into Irwan.

"Huh, where is he?" asked Irwan as he lay down to sit back on the sofa that was bright red. Leaning his back, circulating his gaze, looking for the woman he asked her whereabouts just now.

"It's like going to the toilet" Chandra replied.

Irwan did not ask further. He chose to take his phone out of his pocket.

"Drink?" bargain Chandra while raising her whisky glass.

"No, I'm driving" Irwan said. While his eyes were still staring at the phone he was holding.

Chandra sighed and put the glass back on the table.

"Can't you let him go. Kasian ...." Chandra's ambiguous words just made Irwan stop scrolling the phone screen. The eyebrows are raised and curved, marked Irwan requires further explanation of the word Chandra.

"You mean?" ask Irwan who does not understand the direction of the question.

"Lo don't like that ama bini lo?" chandra clear. Now he looks at his restless body of good friends.

"Can't, I won't let him go" Irwan said expressionlessly.

"I let go of that girl. My life would be ruined. Since that incident, my thoughts have always been with him. I can't sleep well and I can't concentrate. I don't know what that feeling is, but it's obviously very disturbing" Irwan said. His eyes began to bulge and his jaw started to clench strongly. Ego and self-esteem do not allow him to let go of Design.

"But at least be nice to her" said Chandra, laying her back against the back of the sofa.

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The design is curled up on a sitting klosed. He hugged his knees and shut his mouth so that no one would hear his sobbing. The water continued to flow considering how cruel Irwan treated him for the revenge of the past that he did not even know. Poor girl who accepts bad luck for something that is not her fault. The design slumped in the shackles of grief, hearts and self-esteem were torn apart. His future was smashed to pieces like dust blowing in the wind.

It's a long time ago design there. Hearts also calm the mind. Wanting to go and run was definitely not going to be possible. He married Irwan. So like dislike, hate or love, she still has to accept Irwan as her husband.

After calm Reka went out and walked to her seat again. Passing through people who like not caring about his presence, let alone the injuries he suffered. Design's mind flew into the middle of nowhere. He just goes where the foot is going.

"Ohrau!"

The loud voice of a little boy spread the reka daydream. However, the rice had become porridge. A basketball hit Reka's head hard. It loses its balance, the view rotates and the temples pulsate instead of the cockerel.

Dup dup, dup.

The heart of Reka rumbled, pounding as if there was a simple lightning in there. His eyes were wide as if he could jump out. He saw clearly a man hugging his waist. The design choked up, unable to hide his shock. Men of mixed Indonesian and Arab blood. High-bodied, mature sapodilla skin with thick eyebrows, sharp eyes and a sharp nose and a sturdy jaw. I swear, the heart of Reka is really crazy. Moreover, it felt real how strong the muscles of the man who was so perceptive caught his body before touching the cold of the floor.

"I'm sorry my son" said the man.

With a blushing face and heart that is not because of the design of the chest thrust field of the man. He immediately turned away and lowered his gaze.

"Aji .. here, apologize" the man told the child.

"Sorry Aji yes, Tande. Aji accidentally," said Aji while holding the hand of Reka. Her clear plain eyes stared at Reka with a look full of regret.

Seeing the adorable boy made Reka remember her youngest sister. He also crouched down to be in line with Aji.

"Yes, it's okay. Aunt is not angry, really. But next time don't repeat, yeah. If you want to play in the yard, not in the crowd," said Reka while pinching soft cheek padlocks Aji. And put a little smile on her thin lips.

Without them knowing it turns out Irwan and Chandra are watching the gelagat both. Seeing another man hugging his wife made him ride spaning. His eyes were full of flames, easily burning any scorch that stood in the way. He grabbed Chandra's whisky glass and gulped it down the toilet.

"Tonight I'm here" said Irwan full of emphasis. He got up from the chair and walked towards Reka.

Chandra looks panicked. He knew exactly what Irwan was going to do.

"Darling, what's going on?" asked Irwan while walking closer to the three.

Reka nodded, just stand up. Seeing Irwan made her nervous for a moment. Afraid? clearly Rita felt that. Even the expensive dress she wore was unable to ward off those feelings of horror. The design continues to grip the strong expensive dress until it looks tangled, even almost torn.

"Hi Eldi, how are you?" said Irwan while putting a friendly smile to the younger class during school first. He held out his hand to shake hands with Eldi.

"Irwan." Eldi was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses. Shaking Irwan's outstretched hand.

"He's bini lo?" asked Eldi back with a clumsy-looking smile. He was fascinated by the beauty of his face.

"Yes, we just got married two days ago," explained Irwan by emphasizing the word 'married,' which of course makes Eldi's face change drastically, embarrassed, and embarrassed, because he could look at Reka with a look of interest.

"You guys continue the show. We want to rest first," added Irwan again while embracing the shoulder Reka. He led the body of Reka to climb the stairs to the second floor of the Chandra mansion.