Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan's Secret.

"K-pee?" The design repeats the words of Irwan. As if he could not believe what he was hearing. Because indeed all this time Reka only takes care of her food. And as for the personal matter, only Mr. Marno can touch it. The driver who has worked in his family for thirty-four years. Same with Irwan.

Irwan. Ego is not in line with reality. Did not know had to answer the question The designer who was clearly surprised at his orders. He tried to hide the shame that filled his face. Feels thickened, throbbing.

"Let's hurry!" tell Irwan in a slightly raised voice. Cover up the real feeling.

By force, Reka also stepped forward to approach the king-size bed Irwan.

Relax Reka. He's not gonna fuck with you.

Design strengthens the heart in every step. Help Irwan get out of bed. Slowly slam the body into the wheelchair. While Irwan tiptoed with his right foot. Occasionally small jumps, so that it can move more easily.

"Slow dong!" sukul Irwan Sensi, Reka accidentally touched his injured left arm.

The design is upset. Istigfar in heart.

"I-iya," replied the designer stammering.

How'this? Should I open my pants? But ... no no. He's not gonna rape me again, is he? Inner Rite raging. Thinking about whether he should open the knee-length bokser that Irwan was wearing or let it go.

Really, for whatever. I want Irwan to get into the fire. His pride was completely smeared. Shame, rage and pain converge. He's totally helpless.

Damnit damnit! Why should I be this sickly!

Again Irwan sat down, condemning the bad luck that befell. Looked irritated at his swollen left thigh.

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A week has passed the story of midnight. And Irwan's arrogance was again torn apart when he had to shirk. And damn it, Mr. Marno is not in place.

The design is initially uncomfortable and strange, long-time accustomed as well. He who was initially afraid when close to Irwan, began to be immune to insults and sharp gazes. He did his duty. Serving and taking care of her husband patiently, painstakingly and sincerely.

What is this woman's heart made of? Why is he so good?Didn't he take revenge on me for ruining his life? Actually he could be rude or take revenge on me when I'm helpless like this.

Inner Irwan wondered. Remembering the past accident. How the design that shakes but still saves him. How the treatment of the designer takes care of him. Always obey orders without ever refuting.

Irwan chews the food in his mouth. He looked closely at the face of the designer who was sitting opposite him at the dining table.

"W-why, Mas?" ask Reka was-was. Afraid of making mistakes.

"There's nothing" said Irwan expressionlessly.

The dislocation of the shoulder made Irwan's left hand unable to move. Because the upper arm bone comes out of the socket of the shoulder blade. He should use a brace for three weeks. And must use a wheelchair until the swelling in the thighs healed.

"My earrings go around. I'm bored" said Irwan after gulping down his pot of water.

Design according. Push the wheelchair slowly, surrounding the back garden of the mansion is super spacious. Green Swiss grass graces every corner of the eye. The arrangement of flowers and fountains and goldfish ponds, add so beautiful to the kingdom that Irwan built.

"Stop" said Irwan, raising his right hand.

Design stop the impulse. Frowning when he saw Irwan staring at one flower in a medium-sized pot. Irwan turned the wheel of his chair closer towards the white flower, the small flower buds round and yellow petals.

Why her?

Wonder designs. Irwan's gaze was so gentle for just a flower. So different when looking at it.

"Do you know what this flower is?" ask her with a deep-sounding flat voice.

It is an Edelweis flower of the Anaphalis Javanica. The flower symbolizes eternity.

The design is more confused about Irwan's behavior. The design rests the buttocks on a small chair made of a large wooden rod. A little enjoy the colorful flowers.

The design was momentary. I don't understand Irwan's change of attitude. Irwan was usually indifferent. Who only consider Reka babu. Now talking about his parents.

"Have you ever heard of my mother?" tanyanya while turning the face. Looking directly at the design. A different view than usual. It was as if he was splashing a thousand wounds on his bead.

The design shook slowly. Because indeed never heard anyone discuss the two parents Irwan.

"My mom jumped off the roof of a mental hospital. He was depressed for a year and ended his own life."

The eyes of the design instantly rounded. He reflexively closed his half-gawning mouth. I can't believe what he heard. And even stranger, Irwan did not blink at all to tell the misfortune that befell his mother.

For a second, Reka was silent. He doesn't know what to do. Is it comforting or indifferent. The design is really confused. How to comfort the person who always acts cruel to him.

"Pardon ...."

The word just slid from Reka's lips. He doesn't know what to say.

Irwan pulled a little of the tip of his lips. A completely different smile. Not the usual grin that Reka saw.

"What are you apologizing for?" irwan. He breathed slowly. A smile earlier, gone from his lips. Irwan turned his face. Looking back at the edelweiss flowers near his feet.

"I'm actually the one who should apologize. I didn't know you suffered so much because I raped you."

The design was again made choked. Don't know what to say. Clearly his heart was back in pain. Remembering the incident and always succeed in making her tears fall again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't make a good woman like you suffer like my mother. It's not appropriate for me to be brutal to obey the hot genes of my father that run through my veins."

Irwan again exhaled heavily. While Reka, keep her mouth shut. He will shed all burdens and wounds that reopen. He let tears flow freely through his cheeks.

"I shouldn't have equated you and Siska. The more I see you guys are different. It's just that my eyes are blind when I see mine touched let alone captured by people," explained Irwan honestly.

*****

Six months have passed. And during that time also Reka always faithfully take care of her husband. Serving and accompanying Irwan back and forth from the hospital, just control and do physiotherapists on his shoulders.

Since that apology. Both are getting awkward. The design that is quiet, the more awkward. While Irwan who felt guilty, chose silence.

Take the last day of physiotherapy. The day of the decision on whether Irwan should continue therapy or not.

"Congratulations, your injury is healed. But be careful, dislocations of the shoulder can return, said a physiotherapist who has been handling him.

"Yes, Doc. Thank you very much," said Irwan while welcoming the hands of the physiotherapist who has been taking care of him. Physiotherapist recommended by Romi. His orthopedic doctor friend.

Irwan's smile was so broad. Happy because it can finally heal after trying for months.

Irwan accompanied by Reka was released from the medical rehabilitation hospital with a relieved face.

"Today there is no need to cook. We have lunch outside" Irwan told Reka, who followed him.

The design nodded slowly. Keep following Irwan's wide steps towards the hospital parking lot.

"Iranian!"

The screams of a woman stopped her second steps.

Irwan's eyes immediately grew bigger. Clenching jaws, growling.

"Siska!"

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