Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Heart to heart

Irwan fixed his position. He sits on the headboard. Glancing at the glance of the blanket wrapped design. Almost a hundred percent. Only the head is visible.

"If you haven't slept, let's talk" Irwan said in a flat voice. So typical, making Reka painstakingly swallow her own saliva.

The design moved from the fall. Sit back and hug a thick blanket. He briefly lyrics Irwan's stern face.

"What's wrong?" A faint sound came out from the lips of the Vibrating Reka. He held a thick cloth that covered his stomach.

"Are you still uncomfortable being close to me?" irwan asked expressionlessly. At first glance, he looks at the body of the designer who subdues the view. Seemed a slow nod from the head of Reka.

Irwan breathed. Back to the front. See a large 65-inch TV that stands firmly on a teak sideboard. But actually his mind floated. Flashback when he destroyed Reka's life.

"I'm sorry, I may be late in saying it. And maybe it won't change anything either. Rice has become porridge," said Irwan who sounded so full of regret in each word.

Again, the designer cried. He couldn't hold back his tears when he remembered that time. The time he had to lose his chastity was also the future. The bow of the head of the design deepened. Unable to lift his head straight. A heavy burden, he still carries alone.

"But Reka, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry I ever thought of you as Siska. You're a respectable woman, Reka. The kindest woman I've ever known. I shouldn't have ruined your future" Irwan added, so softly.

"Siska, that despicable woman I don't deserve to remember. Even for I hate it, it's not worth it." Irwan clenched his hands. Snarling in a breath. Regret yourself for ever dying love to Siska.

Isakan Reka began to sound. Hearing Irwan's second apology still makes his heart ache. I have not been able to explain that incident. The blanket that had been hugged, now changed position to the face. Design closes his face. Issuing regret, sadness and frustration. Let the water flow without it taking it anymore.

"I'm sorry, for ten years I remember it. Just by hating him, I have ruined my own life and your future" Irwan said. Sounds so sincere. An explanation that can tear apart Reka's wounds until they become more destroyed.

Irwan turned his position. Facing the Design who covered her face with a blanket. He grabbed the little shoulder of Reka into the chest of his field. He rubbed his long hair gently.

"I'm sorry ...." Irwan's breath hit the head of Reka.

With a clear-sounding cry, Reka let go of Irwan's embrace. He punched the chest of the evil man who had physically and inwardly abused him. He held a strong fist with a trembling hand. He did that many times. Persecution that he could usually only do in a dream. Tearing, tearing even pierced Irwan's body without blinking. But not for long. The energy of the design weakens by itself.

"You're evil. You're a cruel man. You're Irwan's monster ...." Reka's whimper shook Irwan's heart. The design again fell to the chest of Irwan's field as he pleased deepened.

"Do you know ..if it wasn't for my faith, it wasn't for thinking about my parents, I would have been crazy a long time ago" Reka explained.

Irwan tightened his arms. My regret then is useless. Anger that covers the heart and mind can plunge a person into the bottomless abyss of suffering.

It was a long time ago when Reka was crying. And quite a long time also Irwan received insults and even blows that Reka lay. Irwan let the vexation of the flesh-soaked design, take it off.

After he calmed down, he let go of his arms. Irwan tangkup swollen face Design. Staring at the bead of the eyes of the design who moved but still focused on looking at him.

"I'm sorry. I'll make up for everything" Irwan said meaningfully. He removed the teardrop of Reka with his two thumbs.

The design just snapped. Trying to understand Irwan's words.

Again, the plan is still silent. Listen to the words of Irwan. Their eyes are still on. So intense. Making the mind of the designer who had been rumbling, start to calm down.

"Although our relationship is not based on love, we are still a couple. Heaven and earth are witnesses."

Stunned design. He remembered he was just an assistant. Irwan never treated her gently. Until Reka had forgotten her status was a wife. Irwan did not treat him properly at all, as a husband should love a wife.

"I'm not the kind of gentle or romantic guy, but I will try my best to make you happy" Irwan said.

"I'll be a good husband" he said again.

Hold still. Husband? Can this relationship change harmoniously like a husband and wife?

Tertenung. Think about the answer he has to say.

"I know, all this time your silence was always cursed me. I realize that. From now on you don't have to be sad. Be yourself. What's on your mind, just say it. I'll accept. That's the first way we're getting closer" Irwan said.

Really am. For whatever reason, Reka is gone. Irwan's meek and sincerity-filled words seemed to hypnotize him. The eyes of those who look at each other are able to shed the hatred of the designer who has been firmly planted. The silent design, narrow eyes and the handsome face of Irwan were able to suppress his raging feelings.

Design of the face. Don't want to stay up longer. However, again Irwan flipped the body of Reka. They come back to face each other.

"Let's open a new leaf" said Irwan meaningfully. He looked at the pale face of Reka carefully. And somehow getting a boost from nowhere, Irwan is interested in having it. Tasting lips tiny Reka. He also enjoys his wife's body. His chest began to rumble, enduring the turmoil of wild fantasies that he did not know from when it filled the brain.

Irwan wanted to grab Reka's thin lips. Slowly get closer, tilting the head slightly, getting closer, until the breath hit each face. There is hardly any distance between the two. But, Rikk suddenly took a look. Irwan blinked in wonder. Within seconds, his face changed instantly. Irwan is upset, gets a rejection from Reka.

"Is there someone else's name in your heart?" asked Irwan while releasing his hand from Reka's shoulder. Now his eyes are back facing the front. Blank.

Reka. And whisper to him as if giving an answer 'yes' to him.

Irwan rubbed his face with a huff, moving from the mattress to the bathroom. Really, he wanted to destroy all the contents of the room. Wreaked out anger from the rejection of the design. But he has promised. And men must obey every word, whether it be seriousness or just a joke.

"I'm sorry. I need time," muttered Reka softly. Andra's shadow still clings clearly to the recollection. Makes him reluctant to do his job on that one. Design of heavy breathing.

How can I do that when my heart and mind still remember others.

While Irwan vent his frustration by banging water in the bathtub. It soaks, dampens unbidden desires.

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