Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Siska

"Hi .." greet the woman from a distance. Moving her fingers with a cheerful face. The smile of the sumringah was engraved clearly on her red lips.

He approached. Stepping towards them. Such a beautiful woman. Thin-faced, plump eyelashes, and thick lips. Moreover, her slender body wrapped in a knee-length dress with a branded fur coat. Absolutely perfect. Professional model tub. He opened the sunglasses that were perched firmly on his pointed nose.

Irwan who saw the figure of the woman was instantly inflamed. His hands are tight. Boxing is ready to float at any time. Irwan's eyes were completely blazing. Making the Design that was next to him, take two steps back. Keep your distance, don't want to be affected.

"How are you? It was unexpected that we met here," he said as he reached out to Irwan.

Irwan is getting on apoplexy. He can't stand dealing with a shameless woman like Siska. The woman who hurt him ten knew then. The ja*lang who used it for money.

"Curtain! Don't know shame!"

Irwan is really windy. He did not hesitate to shake the hand of Siska who wanted to shake hands with him.

Surprisingly Siska was not scared. He was getting closer to Irwan. He went around to Irwan's strapping body while playing his index finger. Pressing Irwan's hard bicep muscles.

"Don't do it, dear. Don't you miss me" he whispered into Irwan's sensual-sounding ear.

The design that stood behind Irwan to the point of shuddering in horror. Look at that woman named Siska.

"God! Don't you touch my body!" irwan snapped while clasping Siska's hand which continued to wiggle her stomach and chest.

"Ho .. why am I getting challenged ...."

"Mahaha ...."

Siska gave a faint laugh looking at Irwan's angry red face.

"Didn't my body be your favorite?" A flirtatious smile still adorned Siska's white face.

"Otherly this. You used to love this part" said the unmitigated Siska holding his two mad hills. While curling the body.

Really female jal*ang.

Irwan's emotions are getting higher. He stared intently at Siska's eyes.

But again Siska just smiled.

"Yes .. I admit. Now I'm married. My husband is rarely home. He often goes to Kalimantan to take care of his coal business there. And if you want, I'd do it with you, '" said Siska winking. He went around Irwan's body. Looked for interest in her ex-boyfriend.

"Don't dream!" Irwan's voice was so high. Until some people stare strangely at them.

"Hahaha ... why? Because of age? I'm not as young as I used to be. But I guarantee you. My game will not make you regret, dear Irwan," said Siska while licking Irwan's ear.

Astarghfirullah's.

The designers increasingly do not understand the direction of the two people's conversation. One he knows. Siska really is like a bad woman.

"M-mas, I-I go first," said Reka stammering. He felt ashamed to see Siska's behavior. It tarnishes her dignity and dignity as a woman.

The designer steps up, but Irwan quickly catches his arm.

"We are both," said Irwan who is clearly seen to be holding back the fire, full of hatred.

Both step. However, Siska pulled Irwan's arm until their legs stopped again.

"I'm not done yet."

Siska approached Irwan. But now it was Reka who became a figure that he looked at intensely.

"By the way, who are you?" Siska lift chin Design. The design looks up. Their eyes are looking at. Siska grinned. Then release the face of the Rustic

"Don't touch my wife!" irwan snapped while pointing right at Siska's face.

But Siska just laughed blandly.

"What! Your wife? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why is your taste like a village like this" Siska recalls. Staring contemptuously at the design who only looks ordinary. Although the clothes that are designed to wear are also no less expensive. Still seen a village in Siska's eyes.

"What advantages? Skinny like this. This is just no contents at all," said Siska while pressing the bust of Reka. Glanced at Irwan's angry face.

Siska pulled the edge of her lips. He brought his face to the ears of the designer.

"Do you know how wild your husband was when he met me first."

The design immediately fell silent. Heart rate becomes irregular. Hearing the whisper from Siska, as if getting a loud slap. How not? Because he never wanted to fulfill his duty on that one.

"You're crazy, Siska!" said Irwan while pulling Siska's body. Looked at her ex-boyfriend.

Irwan pull up the arms of Reka. Embrace him away from Siska.

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Mr. Marno drove the car at an average speed. Every now and then he peeked at his master who each cast a glance out the window.

"Where should we go first, sir?" ask Mr. Marno who immediately disperse the daydreams of his two masters.

"We'll just go home."

Irwan turned his face out the window. His heart was completely broken. Recollecting the memories of his love with Siska first. He breathed heavily. Cursing yourself in the heart.

The design is the same. Struggling with his own mind. Remembering the humiliation Siska said. Make him breathe out.

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Eight o'clock at night.

In his big room. The designer sat staring out the window. Looking at the starless night sky. I only saw the lights in the garden from a distance.

"Buk, sir ... Eka misses you," said Reka as she touched her phone screen. Photos of his family together during the Eid al-Fitr holiday. There was a water column at the end of Reka's eyes. Feel the longing for the figure of both parents.

Tok to tok.

"Sir, there's a guest outside" said someone from behind the door.

"In a moment" said Reka while wiping away her tear marks. Tidying up his clothes was also his messy face.

Si**what is it?

The design is made up, stepping foot towards the door.

"Why, Ra?"

"There's an older sister outside" Nara said.

Hearing Nara's brief words, making Reka's eyes widen, lips lifted and water droplets fell back from the eye pelukan. He was happy, the longed parents came to see him.

"really?"

With an expanding smile, Reka ran into the living room. Passing Irwan who just came down from the top.

Deghs.

Irwan. Not even glancing.

Beautiful ....

Just this time Irwan saw their smile.

With wide strides, Reka ran towards the front. Meet the parents he missed.

"Hud ... Father," he called her soft.

He hugged his mother's body tightly. Spilling a heavy longing.

"Mr ... Motherhood. When's nyampe?" ask without letting go of hugs.

"Just now, Brother." Goddess stroked the long hair of the staggered Design. He loosened his embrace and looked at his son's bead.

"How are you guys doing? Sorry, we just had a chance to visit," said Dewi who sounded sorry.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'm the one who should be apologizing," interrupted Irwan who came from behind. He grabbed her hands and kissed the backs of their hands in turn.

Because of the arrival of his parents, inevitably Reka had to share a room with Irwan. Sharing a bed and sharing other furniture. Spend the night in the same room.

"Have you slept?" irwan asked with eyes staring at the ceiling of their room.

The design that had not yet slept, hugged tightly his bolsters. Resisting nervousness and also fear. Even though Irwan had apologized to her, it still made her uncomfortable when she had to sleep together.

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