Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

possessive and aggressive

Irwan held back his crazy heartbeat. Upon seeing the message, his heart was enveloped in an aura of darkness that was ready to swallow anyone. Some photos of togetherness Reka and Eldi were able to change the feelings of an Irwan. He who had wanted to meet because of the cuisine, now changed direction to be so eager to give Design a lesson.

"Damn it!" Irwan clenched his hands, furious. Repeatedly hit the steering wheel of his car strongly. "Basic doesn't know himself! Being given freedom is like this" said Irwan, tightening his jaws. He threw his phone rough as if representing his feelings which were also riled up.

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Irwan's words this morning still ring clearly in Reka's ears. 'I'm watching you!' Recalling also the gaze raining Irwan that was so sharp made Reka suddenly hold her breath, anxious. It offers a view of looking around. I'm not being followed anymore, am I? Oh, my God, I hope not. Monologue in the heart. Calm the feeling that became unsettled after meeting Eldi.

Accelerate the steps to the mall parking followed by Nara from behind. There they have been awaited by a driver who he knows named Marno. An old man who had worked for her husband for a long time.

"Sir, our splinter home," asked Reka with a face that had been seen paled like a corpse.

"Yes, Madam."

"What's the matter, madam?" Confused, Nara really falanghati look at the gelagat Reka who was so scared.

A bitter smile then shook his head slowly. "It's okay."

Restless, the feeling of fear was even more when he found out there was a black sedan car trailing them since coming out of the mall. Geez, I'm really being tailed.

Get them in the mansion.

The tiptoed design entered through the door of the house which was quite high. Dodging with both eyes unceasingly watching the surroundings. Thank God he has not come home. The design sat in relief from not seeing Irwan's figure there. He only saw two servants who were busy wiping and cleaning the living room.

With long strides tending to be hasty, Reka walked towards the room. He closed the door by holding the beating of the heart that was getting anchored. Hopeful anxious design, will Irwan torture her again for chatting with another man? His hands were also trembling, many times he pressed his lower lip. The horror goes back to the bone. Remember how hot the figure of Irwan when angry.

"Oh my God, protect me."

Withstanding the horror, Reka took water wudu to fulfill his duty, salat ashar. Design her hands. Praying in earnest. Ask for forgiveness as well. His broken heart he poured out to the Creator. Surrender to the Khaliq the owner of all beings.

The design opens the mukena and folds it neatly while placing it on the nightstand. Suddenly there was a commotion from outside. Irwan's voice clearly sounded thunderous calling out his name. "Delivery! Where are you!".

Oh, my God, he's arrived. How'this?

He quickly set foot to lock the door. But alas, Irwan who was already in doom opened the door, slammed it firmly. Irwan really looks scary. His eyes were red with a stare at Reka who was standing next to the bed.

With wide legs he stepped quickly, approaching Reka. "Bingal women! I told you never to make me angry!" hardik Irwan, strong mecengkran both cheeks Reka.

Reka shook her head, looking at the eyes of Irwan who had glared sharply at her. Irwan's possessive attitude was sticking out. Make him back attack the design aggressively.

"Don't you already know that I don't like to be fought! You seem to have to be taught an extra lesson, let your brain remember what the risks are when it comes to resisting my will!" said Irwan again. His breathing sounds rough. Resisting the growing fire. He threw Reka's face until Reka slammed on her big bed.

The plan is of course panic. His body suddenly stiffened, especially Irwan had opened one by one the buttons of his shirt.

With remaining courage Reka knelt down in front of Irwan. He rubbed his palms. Barharap Irwan did not do such a heinous thing two years ago. He even lived as if he were dead. In order to avoid that. Reka is not willing to be fucked by Irwan, even though it is legal to be her husband.

"Punish me. It was just a coincidence. I didn't know she was there either" said Reka with trembling lips.

Irwan grinning. The devil's face clung firmly to that smile. Seeing her fear added to her happiness. Hate and lust blend together, making Irwan ignore the tears that have flowed through the cheeks of Reka. Irwan suction neckline Reka greedily. While the other tagan has been clenched at the top of the most beautiful body Reka. The plan groaned, rejecting Irwan's body. Irwan, however, did not move. He even pushed the Design until the Design stretched so easily. Irwan quickly enclose and re-attack Reka. Playing rough even biting the girl's smooth-grip squeamish.

"Please don't ...."

The plan is back. Asking for the mercy of an Irwan. Irwan stopped his activities. He looked at Reka's messed up face as he opened his trouser belt. The grin was still clearly visible to make the designer know what the direction of Irwan's mind.

"I really didn't make a mistake. We just passed. You have to trust me" explained Reka. His eyes are still glazed. Unable to imagine what madness Irwan would unleash next.

"How can I trust women like you!" Furious, Irwan locked those terrified misty eyes with a hateful look. The shadow of the past is always in. Even a good woman like Reka he considers the same as Siska.

"I'm not the same as your ex-boyfriend, Irwan. I'm a respectable woman. My parents always taught me good things." Still welding. "Don't you ask your man? Whether it was coincidence or deliberate," explained Reka trying to resuscitate Irwan who seemed to lose his mind.

A moment Irwan fell silent, unconsciously confirming the words of Reka in his heart.

"Please don't be like this. Trust me. I never intended to run away or cheat."

Irwan rubbed his huffed face. He got out of the bed and picked up the shirt. "Wakeup. I'm hungry." he ordered without looking.

Thirty minutes later.

With a careful step Risa climbed the stairs. Walk slowly carrying a tray that contains oreo pudding and also brownies with a sprinkling of almonds on it.

Hmh! It feels free I made a sweet snack but his behavior is always evil to me.

Put the design on the balcony of the house. Where Irwan used to relax rest his body.

She why? If you want to sleep, why not just go to the room?

Inner Reka again grumbled to see Irwan calmly closing his eyes in the lounge chair made of rattan. Her long body lay beautifully with her arms closed eyes.

How could he be this relaxed after making me so scared? You fucking psychopath!

Again the designer can only curse in silence. Although the hatred has spread to the crown, still when looking at Irwan eyes the guts back shrivel.

"M-mas, this is the snack" said Reka stammering. Carefully draw out the contents of the tray onto the table.

However, Irwan was still moving. His faithful arm closed his eyes.

Is he really sleeping? Come on, I'll just come down, Inner Reka. He turned his body, going far enough to leave Irwan.

"Wait!"

Irwan's heavy voice stopped his steps. Sculpting design. Hearing Irwan's voice made Reka's heart weaken. He turned his body and already saw Irwan sitting, turning his back.