Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Clara

"Here you!" tell Irwan next.

The designer who does not know for sure why Irwan called him, of course approached with questions filled the brain.

Why these? What's up again? Is he going to attack me?

The designer stepped slowly and stood next to Irwan.

"Why, Mas?" ask him to resist the nervous feeling that spread throughout the body. How not? Given Irwan's completely unpredictable nature, make him always careful.

Unexpectedly Irwan pull the body of Reka. Choked design. Quickly he was sitting right on Irwan's lap.

What's the matter? Ibis ... Eka scared.

The designer did not even dare to look towards the left, looking at Irwan's face. All he did was peck, holding his breath as well as a heartbeat that seemed to explode in there. His gaze focused forward with his eyes wide open.

"illness?"

Irwan's flat voice returned to resuscitate the surprise of Reka. The designer who did not know the direction of the question immediately shook his head quickly. Sick or not he wanted to immediately lift from Irwan's lap.

"Don't lie to you" said Irwan. Now his voice sounds normal. Signaling his cruel aura was gone. Slowly Irwan took the P3K box under his reclining chair. He treated his bite marks on Reka's neck. The design occasionally squirms gently as Irwan blows, pressing the wound with cottom bads that have been given betadin.

"Already," added Irwan again after gluing hansaplas around the neck of the level of Reka.

The design stands up. Withholding the heal on the chest that is becoming. He narrowed his eyes to Irwan who was chewing his homemade cake.

What is this creature made of?

"Why look at me like that? You want to eat me?" ask without looking at Reka.

"Ah .. no. Then excuse me," replied the designer stammering. The design flipped over the body, walking about to leave Irwan.

Actually how many eyes the guy has, bitch! Grumpy Reka growled, astonished.

"Wait."

Again, Reka bearded, the steps stopped with a short word that Irwan spoke. The design swiveled its body, staring at Irwan's strapping back.

"Tonight come with me. We go somewhere," Irwan said as necessary.

Even though there are a lot of questions in your head. The plan still chooses silence. He resumed his steps, leaving Irwan still faithfully relaxing on the balcony of the mansion.

****

Melati, Clara and some of their friends come out of a restaurant.

"You're back, right?" jasmine asked one of her friends who served in the ER room.

"Yes that. Where can be left. There were some patients who entered because of an accident. So you can not stay in the hospital for long" explained one of them named Sita.

"Btw, thank you for the deal, Ra. If so, we-we say goodbye first," added Sita again and only responded to a friendly smile from Clara.

"Come on, I'm anter home," Melati bargained as she walked towards the parking lot.

"Eh Mel, can I not?" said Clara who looks agitated looking at Melati who is focusing on driving.

"What?" ask her, without looking.

"Have you known Irwan for a long time?"

Melati who heard the impromptu question about Irwan only gave a look of surprise at Clara.

"Udah from childhood, the three of us have been friends from orok," replied Melati.

"Third?" Clara scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, there's one more chum of ours. Name's Chandra. Why?" tanya Melati back again without looking at the streets are quite dense.

"Ah no. I'd like to ask you. The Irwan is already meriting?"

Now Melati glanced at the face of Clara who looks blushed embarrassed at him. He now understood the direction of Clara's question.

Clara fell silent. Embarrassed to acknowledge the obvious feelings Melati already knew.

"Reverse it. He's married. Maybe just a month," explained Melati.

Clara's face changed. What was once blushing now became visibly languishing. He held the end of the knee-length dress he was wearing. It was as if it represented his already broken heart before sprouting long.

"Beautiful?"

Clara is still curious who the figure of a woman who managed to have a perfect man like Irwan.

"Hmm .. if I think it's beautiful. I've seen a glimpse of time at a reunion. If it is high, it is more or less like elo gini. The skin is also white. Just a little bit of a shoot. A little skinny too. Not rich elo, clove and bahenol. Body aja kayak Spanish guitar," explained Melati as she gave a smile. Hope her praise can comfort the heartbroken Clara.

"But I'm curious too. Why did Irwan marry her. As far as I know, Irwan has never been close to women. Ever since his girlfriend Siska was betrayed, he never again wanted to know the name of love. Pretty long he did his combos, about ten years ago. I was shocked when he wanted to marry the Jogja girl. Not long ago they knew. Ee tau-tau has been a merit," said Melati at length.

Clara took a long breath.

"The rich man's son?" ask Clara again. Hearing Melati's explanation made her curiosity arise and wanted to dig further the figure of his wife Irwan.

"Gue Denger of Chandra, his bin family was a simple man. His father was a teacher there. He also taught at first, only now he is not like it.

Clara was silent again. Resisting feelings of dislike that suddenly appear without cause. Especially after hearing the story Melati made him sigh slowly. If I had met him first.

****

In Irwan's car, there was confusion. Many times he touched the screen of his phone. His face looks riled up. And eyes looked around a few times.

While Reka is no less anxious. It's been almost two hours they've been driving. However, they do not arrive at their destination. Reka glanced uneasily at the figure of the man next to her. Want to ask but fear overcomes curiosity. Make Design remain silent, manahan mixed feelings.

Where is this? don't get lost.

Inner Rite raging. Looking around the quiet, no settlement, especially the lack of lighting makes him shudder in horror, fantasizing that is not-nothing.

"Well, nothing will happen to us" said Irwan, who spoke after two hours of silent silence.

Apaan .. told people to calm down but his face looked more panicked than mine.

The night is getting late. Lyric design hanging clock on the car glass.

Oh, my God, it's ten in the night but it hasn't been home. I'm really sleepy.

"You're sleepy, you're sleeping" Irwan said, who several times caught Reka yawning.

How many eyes does he have. I just talked, he knew.

Inner Designs grunt, shudder shoulders. Because of the drowsiness that is very much Reka also tilts the body, looking for a comfortable sleeping position.

While Irwan still drives his Daihatsu Copen Sport car with an erratic feeling running through the mind. Late at night, the drizzle began to fall, not how long it became a large water circle falling on the streets.

"Ah, what a shit!"

Irwan snorted annoyed, while the google maps he saw had not yet led him to Romi's house. Suddenly a motor from the opposite direction drove towards him. Irwan protected the eyes with his arms, unable to see the lights that dazzled the view. However, instead of staying in the lane, the rider actually entered the path Irwan. Irwan panicked, Irwan stepped on the brake pedal, the car squeaked loudly. He quickly pushed the car to the left. The car that could not tolerate Irwan's sudden movement immediately lost its direction, until it finally rolled over, entering the rice field.

****

Well loh ....

Why else would that be?

Matikh Irwan?

Living them?

Or die?

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