Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan Luka.

In an instant, the expensive vehicle was badly damaged with the hood of the car open and a thin smoke came out of it. Smelled also the smell of gasoline that burst, filled the car Irwan who had been shaken. The situation of the village is quiet, plus the dark streets and heavy rain, making no one realize the fateful accident they experienced.

Between conscious and not. The moving design gathers energy and thought. Feeling pain all over the body is unbearable.

Why does my body hurt?

The designer blinked, raising his face that was immersed in the air bag. His head was throbbing strongly, and his legs felt squeezed by something heavy. The design focused its blurry vision.

"Where is this?" lirih Reka with a vibrating voice. He touched the temple.

"Oh my God, blood!" Shock design. By gathering the courage that existed he again circulated the view. Designa's eyes again rounded perfectly, seeing Irwan unconscious next to her. Irwan is injured, his condition is worse than Reka's. His head was like a leaking faucet that kept bleeding.

"Mas, wake!"

Face Pias design. Seeing Irwan who used to stare hard at him, now closed helplessly. His mind was immediately empty. Don't know what to do.

The designer also removed his seat belt which was slightly attached. He shook Irwan's shoulder as he continued to call out his name.

"Oh my God, how is this?"

In an instant, fear ran rampant in the mind. Leaving the sensation of horror that makes a bite all over the body Reka. Touch Irwan's nose with his index finger

Thank God, he's still breathing.

Design take off Irwan's seat belt, but can't. The rubber band was so firmly attached that it encircled Irwan's body.

"Mas Irwan, wake up."

I don't know how many times Reka mentioned her husband's name.

"Aghhh!"

A small groan came out of Irwan's bruised lips.

The design smiled in relief, it turned out that the grumpy husband was still alive.

Without them realizing the danger threatens the lives of both. A badly damaged car spewed fire several times.

"Mas, wake. Let's get out of here quickly" asked Reka whose face looks panicked. He pulled back the seat belt that was stuck but still could not. Design getting out of the car with a bow. Walk slowly around the car while holding back pain in the legs and stomach. He opened the door to bring out Irwan who was still half conscious. He looked at Irwan who was kneeling weakly, wrapped in blood.

"Mas, come on."

"I can't move. The belt's attached, design." Irwan whimpered again. Even cold sweat started to come out and fuse with the blood on his face.

Panic design. Seeing Irwan in pain made him even more confused.

"How's this? Why could? I should what?" reka gusar said. Then they both saw sparks coming from behind the car.

"Mas, spout! There's a fire back there" exclaimed the increasingly chaotic Reka. He pulled the car seat belt strap with all his strength. But there is no result.

"can't. I'm stuck. My legs can't be grazed either" said Irwan, who sounded desperate. It was obvious the fear of death on his haughty face.

"But if you don't get out, the car will explode!"

The mood is getting gripping. Irwan could not move even the sparks grew bigger. As much fear enveloped the minds of the two.

"Easy, go! Quick run. The car will burn," asked Irwan as he pushed the body hard until the girl fell backward.

"Can't, Mom. Let's both get out of here" said Reka not to give up. He stood up and still did whatever he could. He tried to resist the feelings of fear and anxiety that accompanied his activities to release Irwan who was trapped.

"Go! Free," said Irwan who had weakened.

"No Mas. We go together. So we should go home together, too."

"Wouldn't it be that if I die you could be free from my torment?" That desperate voice just came out of Irwan's mouth.

"I don't want to be tortured. But you are still my husband. And I don't want to be a killer."

Clamps

Seat belt Irwan immediately released. The two look at each other. A smile rang on the lips of the two who both had traces of blood there.

"May, come on."

The plan back draped Irwan's arm. They're getting away from that car. Trudged walking balances the body by resting on each other.

One sec.

Two seconds.

Both of them bounced, unconscious.

Irwan's luxury car exploded. A huge fire burned the iron vehicle. The clouds are getting thicker because of the thick smoke.

****

A gentle wind hit her face, making her fine hair also gently scattered. Irwan offers a circular view. A foreign place he doesn't know where it is. There's no one there. There was no one to ask and there was no way out.

Where is this? Why am I here? How am I supposed to get here? Why is my body so small? Inner astonishment.

Irwan was so confused, suddenly he was already on the roof of a towering building with a bright blue sky. Plus his body became small. Exactly when he was still in the third grade of SD. Even still complete with a red white uniform and power ranger backpack, his favorite movie in childhood.

"Irwan, honey."

That soft voice resuscitated irwan's confusion. He was looking for the direction of the sound. A soft voice that he had been wanting to listen to for so long.

"Mr ...."

Irwan's eyes immediately glazed over, seeing the figure of the person who called him was his mother. Mother who died when she was ten years old. The most beautiful mother who always smiles and loves him. Irwan misses his mother. Missed a warm hand caress when she received punishment from her father. Miss home cooking is simple but able to give a million feelings of happiness.

"Mommy, is that it?" ask her with a trembling voice. Tears are unstoppable again. Irwan welcomed the presence of the mother with joy.

"Yes, Son. This is your Mama, dear," said the mother with a faint smile on her lips. A figure that looks lethargic, soft-eyed, and looks some bruises on the pale face.

"I miss Mommy. Why is Mami here now?" irwan. He wanted to approach the mother who was three meters away from him. However, his legs could not be lifted. He is not able to move a bit.

"Be a good boy, Irwan. Mommy doesn't like bad boys. You love Mommy, right?"

Irwan nodded quickly. As fast as the water that just kept flowing on his cheeks.

"Then Mami can calm down. The good boy must be liked by people. If you are loved, you will not be lonely. Inget it, yeah."

Irwan nodded again. He was so eager to hug the warm body of his mother who was wearing a white nightgown. But it still couldn't be as if there were a lot of hands holding his feet.

"Good, that's Mommy's son. Mami's favorite child" said the faithful mother with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Mam, where are you going? Danger Mam," said Irwan when he saw his mother walking towards the edge of the roof of the building.

However, his mother ignored him. The mother continued to walk forward until she was completely limited by danger.

Irwan panic. He turned back to approach his mother.

"Mam .. Don't go there!"

The mother looked gently at Irwan. He smiled as he spread his hands.

"Mommy loves you."

"Mommy!!!"

Irwan shouted out loud. Echoing inside the hospital VIP room.

Bik Sumi and Marno, who were sitting watching TV, were shocked to find the employer had regained consciousness on the hospital bed.

"Master is okay?" asked Sumi who looked anxious to see Irwan who was covered in sweat.

"It's okay" said Irwan who was still struggling, remembering his dream just now. A dream that feels so real. Make old wounds open again.

"Where is he?" ask Irwan who just realized that there is no figure of the designer there. Irwan tried to sit down and was helped by Mr. Marno. He moved his body down from the bed.

"I want to see him."

Hearing the words of the master, Bik Sumi also shifted the body. Letting Irwan clearly see Reka lying on the bed not far from him.

"Why him? Is the wound bad? Why isn't he awake?"

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