Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan needs a plan

With his head wrapped in bandages and thighs that were painful, Irwan tried to shuffle down the bed.

"Hey hey hey .. Where's that going?" said Romi who had just stopped his intention to go down. Romi approached Irwan's bed, followed by two nurses.

Romi saw Irwan turning towards Reka, and Romi understood the meaning of the gaze.

"Silent. Your wife is okay. Just blisters on the temple. The stomach is also bruised. But there are no serious injuries. It was a miracle" Romi said, injecting painkillers in Irwan's infusion tube.

Irwan was silent. His eyes were still on the woman who was asleep there.

"Sorry yes, because find my home address, you are an accident," said Romi who looks sorry. Because, he was the one who forced Irwan to attend the show and moved house and moved his duties.

"It's okay. O yes, welcome to Semarang," said Irwan while pulling a little bruised lips. Irwan slowly shrugged his shoulders to extend his hand.

"Udah, don't move a lot. The longer it will heal," explained Romi while looking at the whole body of his friend.

Worried, bruised cheeks, head wrapped in bandages, his left shoulder did not escape from severe injury so it must be supported with a buffer.

"Aren't there any complaints?" ask Romi again while opening some sheets of paper that he brought.

"I'm all sick, Rom. Feel crumbled. Especially with the same shoulder as me. It hurts to be crushed" Irwan complained to Romi, his orthopedic doctor.

"Yes yes. That was the worst accident. Your car just got destroyed so," Romi explained as he reached into pocket and showed a picture of Irwan's car that had been rattled.

Irwan frowned, as if in disbelief after seeing his luxury sports car destroyed, blackened like charcoal.

Re-crossed last night. How Rikk tried to keep saving him. He sacrificed his life to help him get out of a life-threatening situation.

What kind of a woman is she? I have hurt her feelings and physicality a lot.

Inner Irwan wondered. He looked back in wonder, the woman lying tired not far from him. Only two meters away.

"O yes. In the meantime, you can't move freely. Your feet should rest a lot. Even if nothing is broken. There are still injuries in the muscles and ligaments" Romi said. Trying to remind Irwan who is obviously a doctor.

Irwan remained silent. Think about what he should do from now on.

"Can we talk alone?" romi said while staring at two young nurses who were in charge of helping him around.

The two nurses came out and were followed by Marno and Sumi. There were only three of them there. Romi, Irwan and Reka are asleep.

Romi grabbed a chair and sat down next to Irwan's bed.

"She's the woman who was car-shirting the other day, right?"

"Yes" answered Irwan.

"Gue didn't expect your relationship to be that fast. Even in a matter of months you have become husband and wife" Romi said, smiling.

"Eh, but my advice, you're fine with him. Cassian."

Irwan's eyes just grew. His eyebrows shot up and his pupils widened. He looked seriously at his old friend. Full of question marks. Waiting for further explanation from Romi.

"It used to be that I accidentally stretched him out of the ER. His condition continues. Yes I wonder dong, why he can know bini lo it. At first he didn't want to tell a story. He is a psychiatrist. But I keep wooing. And finally he wants a story. It turns out that two years ago, bini lo had consulted several times. Feeling nervous when close to strangers," explained Romi who made Irwan's eyes again turned perfectly and his heart began to be unsettled.

Wait, two years ago.

Irwan's mind went back to that time. The time he took away the sanctity of Reka.

"Do you know why?" asked Irwan who was so curious about the continuation of the Romi story.

"No, Elsa doesn't want to tell a story. Elsa has promised him," explained Romi as he looked at the handsome Reka who was lying not far from himself and Irwan.

"But fortunately I was just nervous. Not bad enough. Still on the light scale."

"Eh, I went around first huh. Lo much-a lot of rest. Let's get well soon," said Romi as he got up from the chair and patted Irwan's shoulder slowly.

In an instant the room space was empty. Irwan laid his body slowly and tilted himself facing towards the sleeping Reka.

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A week later.

The designer pushed her husband's wheelchair towards the car out of the hospital building. He painstakingly took care of his abusive husband gently and patiently. The bandage on Irwan's head was removed. However, the hand brace is still faithfully in the arm. Your feet will have to wait another two weeks to heal.

"Slow down, Mas."

The designer carrying the burly body of her husband entered the car assisted by Mr. Marno.

During the illness, Irwan did not talk much. He feels his pride is hurt because he cannot do anything on his own and has to rely on Design.

"What will I want to do, Mom?" ask Reka to Irwan who turned his eyes out the car window.

After knowing the truth, Irwan's feelings are incomprehensible. Angry, guilty and prestige melted into one. But the great ego still controls Irwan.

"Whatever, that's your job" Irwan replied in a flat, expressionless tone.

The designer rolled his eyes lazily. Upset by Irwan's haughty attitude that has not changed at all.

Really bummer. Everyone says it's up to whatever. Is there a food whose name is up to? I've been calling for a long time, 'master the commandment is up to' this person as well. If you call the name of the food for sure, I can immediately make. Not tired of thinking what he likes? Ngesellins!

The plan clenched the hands tightly. I'm tired of that attitude.

I want to feel like I'm shaking this psychopath's head with a shovel. Let him have amnesia, forget how to piss me off.

"Why? You want to hit me? You should have eliminated me at that time. Honey, now your chance is gone, Reka." The heavy voice came back out of Irwan's mouth. The hands of the designer who had been clenching furiously were now instantly widened, limp. In an instant, Irwan twisted his body and looked at his bead of eyes. His typical grin looks so real. So horrible.

"Hmm, no .. not like that," replied the Stammer.

The Irwan mansion.

The clock shows at one o'clock at night.

Irwan's nervous. Cold sweat began to pour. Withstand the resistance that cannot be held. Irwan is increasingly worried, the more resistant it feels like the more blooming buds he feels. So torturous.

Ah shit! Why now. Can't wait for noon.

Irwan cursed himself. He wanted to go to the bathroom. Of course, there is no one outside.

Many times he contacted Mr. Marno but many times also did not get an answer.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore."

Do I have to call him? Ah no. No, he will definitely underestimate me. Nah! I don't want my pride to fall.

Long ago Irwan thought, and finally his ego fell by itself. He dialed someone's number on his phone and quickly picked up Irwan's call.

"Hurry up here!" his orders without further ado.

Not how long into the design with a tangled face.

"Why, Mas?" ask Reka while rubbing eyes that still feel heavy.

"Help me. I'm gonna piss!"

Oh crazy. I really wanted to inject myself.

The eyes of the original design are still narrowed, sleepy. Straight wide.

Whats! I didn't hear wrong!

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