Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

The birthday of the designer.

It has been a month since the reunion. Irwan didn't even touch Reka at all. He looks more calm. Doesn't think Reka exists. But, not forgetting it. Design certainly doesn't bother about that. He was even grateful. Instead of being tortured, he prefers to hide from the lunge of an Irwan. Living as if dead. I can talk but choose silence.

This morning, as usual, Reka will fulfill her duty as a wife, make breakfast and accompany her to eat. Yes, since deciding to surrender to fate, Reka also accepted Irwan as her husband. She was trying to be a wife. From preparing breakfast, clothes to work equipment. It's like a housekeeper rather than a mistress.

"What's our breakfast today? Then what's the dessert?" irwan asked expressionlessly. He pulled out a chair and glanced at the face of the downcast Design, then circulated his gaze looking around. The atmosphere was so tense. Both Reka and the four servants standing there all stared, bowing their eyes. The dining room is more similar to the interrogation room. The atmosphere was so tense, gripping and frightening.

"Today Madam made fried rice with a mixture of sea food. And for dessert, he made moss pudding, sir."

A thick-haired woman, in her fifties. Answering the question Irwan asked.

Without much question, Irwan also immediately ate the dishes that Reka prepared. Cuisine is so simple. However, it can make the tongue dance perfectly. Enjoy every bite and swallow the juice until it is left.

The atmosphere is quiet and calm. There was only the sound of the clanking of spoons and forks hitting the hard of the fried rice plate. As for Reka, he was still loyal in silence. He didn't eat, he didn't go from there. His job was to accompany Irwan, not to have breakfast with him. Brutal, that is the figure of Irwan in the eyes of Reka and the servants there.

After finishing with a quiet breakfast. Irwan moved from the chair. Surrounding the large table was about to approach the Reka who was sitting in front of him.

Oh my God .. Why is he here? Is the food bad? But, all this time he never protested with my cooking. Inner design, resisting fast-paced heartbeat. Cold sweat washed his fingers again. With a huff, Reka tried to catch her breath. Calm the fear that has crept into the mind. The man did not dare to raise his face. All he did was look down deeply, wringing his stiff fingers.

Within a few seconds, Irwan arrived in front of Reka. The expensive black shoes were clearly visible in the eyes of the designer.

Gleeggs.

The design swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. Hope-hopefully afraid that Irwan might attack her suddenly.

"Here you go!" irwan said as he placed the brown envelope on the table.

"Happy birthday. Buy what you want" he explained again in an unfriendly voice at all. An impressed voice dictates more than the joy of congratulations.

Does he know my birthday? The mind of the designer again wonders. What is Irwan really? He did not hesitate to torture Reka. But still attention to him.

Slowly take the envelope. Nervousness was still obvious, making his voice so deep.

"Thank you k-love," said Reka with trembling hands. A short word but so difficult to pronounce.

"alright. Today you can do the shopping you like. But remember! Don't fuck around out there. Just so you know, I'm always watching you!" it's full of emphasis. Then I left Reka.

The plan looks at. After not seeing Irwan's back then his body squeezed, leaning quietly on the back of the chair.

"Drink first, ma'am," said the butler, pushing the glass he had filled with water. An old woman who is his mother's age. A servant trusted by Irwan. He was the one who had been quietly helping Reka adapt in the palace house feeling hell.

"Thank you, Bik Sumi," said Reka after sipping a glass of water.

"In that case, I say goodbye, Madam. There's still a lot of work to be done." Sumi took three steps back, then twisted her body and left followed by the other servants. So stiff, like the residence of a noble. But Rise also understands. Irwan's authority makes them do not have the courage to just joke or look at Reka properly.

****

After circling for almost an hour inside the shopping mall. Reka and Nara chose to rest their feet in a restaurant on the top floor of the building.

"No, what to buy, huh?" ask Reka to Nara who was sitting stirring her apple juice.

Nara smiled clumsyly. Responding to the question that the designer asked him.

"I don't know, Brother."

"Sister is confused too, Ra. He told me to buy anything. At home, everything is available. From clothes, shoes, bags everything is there. But, if you do not buy something, then he will be angry," explained Reka with a moody face. He knew the consequences if he did not obey Irwan's orders. Her ice tea suction. Trying to calm a slightly chaotic mind due to his own birthday.

"You know what, it's my brother's birthday?" asked Nara in a relaxed tone. It no longer sounds sad. Nara felt that Reka was really a big sister to her.

"Twenty-five, why?" ask the designer back.

"Ahh. Curious aja. Brother is still beautiful. Rich as my age" answered Nara innocently. And just a simple answer Nara was able to carve a smile on the face of Reka.

"Eh, I said you're old. You still look pretty, kok."

The design flinched, startled after hearing the words of a man coming from the back of his chair. With a feeling of misgivings Design twisted the body. Find the origin of the sound. And his shock grew to be many times over after knowing the figure of the person who commented about his appearance. The sculpting design with the position of the face slightly vertical upwards. "You're Eldi." Stammered design. Her eyes were perfectly rounded considering the cruelty Irwan had done to her because of Eldi.

"Yes, please if you want me" said Eldi casually as he pulled up a chair and sat next to Reka. He smiled at the designer. But Reka did not reply. His face suddenly. He quickly got out of the chair.

"Sorry, we still have a lot of business" said Reka who still sounded stuttering. He pulls Nara's long sweater sleeve as a code for the girl to follow him.

"But ...."

Eldi had not yet finished his words, Reka and Nara had already passed away in a hurry.

Why her? Like people are scared. Do I look terrible? Thought Eldi.

After a little distance, Reka stopped her steps. With a breath he entered into a book-selling place.

"Sister, who is he? Why should we avoid it? Then why are we getting in here?" cecar Nara who was confused about the gelagat Reka who had been trembling with a deathly pale face.

"It's okay. Let's just buy a book," take Reka while pulling Nara's hand.

****

THE HOPE HOSPITAL.

Time shows at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Marked Irwan's practice hours are over. He packed some files and put them in a bag.

"I go first, yeah." Smiled sweetly at the two young ladies who always helped her examine every patient.

"Yes, sir," the two assistants answered almost simultaneously.

Irwan walked through the hospital hallway. A sure step towards the parking lot. He was so eager to hurry home and taste the afternoon snacks that always prepare for him.

"Iranian!" a woman from behind.

Irwan who was about to open the car door immediately turned over his body. Look at the person who calls his name.

"Darken, why?" ask Irwan astonished.

"No, I just want to make sure you eat with us at the restaurant here," explained Melati after her breathing had gone normal.

"We want to make a welcome event Clara. He was my junior back in college. And now he's on duty as a doctor in the ER" he continued. Nudging Clara's shoulders, it dropped the girl's gaze of interest on Irwan.

Irwan pulled both ends of his lips, returning a smile from Clara. Long-haired woman with a sharp nose and pure white skin. Not to mention the tall body wrapped in a beautiful pink dress. It's so pleasing to the eye.

"Hi .. I'm Irwan," said Irwan. Introduce himself formally. He gave his hand and immediately greeted Clara quickly.

"It doesn't have to be official. Just relax. Call me, Rara."

Clara's hospitality adds beauty to her. Become an important point in his profession and personal life.

Dert dert dert.

Irwan's phone is vibrating. He rogoh the cell phone from inside his pants pocket. And in an instant, Irwan's countenance changed drastically. Eyes widened while the hands were clenched firmly.

"Eh Sorry, yes .. I have to go home first" said Irwan. He quickly got into the car and drove it out of the parking lot slowly.