Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

The forcing approach

One hour later.

Irwan came out of the bathroom feeling quite calm. He approached the bed and saw that Reka had fallen asleep. Irwan rubs the hair shoots Reka. Grabbing the messy child's hair and dipping it slowly.

"Good night" he whispered. Raise the blanket up to the chest of the designer.

Suddenly there was a sound of vibration on the nightstand where his phone was. He grabbed the flat object and walked away from the bed. Chandra's name is on her phone screen.

"Why?" ask Irwan to the point.

'Buset, fierce very bro. Relax, what?' sahut Chandra across the phone. It sounds slow from there.

"Ah lamak, if nothing matters, I close it. I want to sleep." Irwan snorted in annoyance.

'Yes, sensi very. I just want some news elo doang kok. How's it? Is it completely healed?'

"Hmm... 'Then, '" replied Irwan briefly.

'Oh .. thank goodness. Sorry, I can't look. I am still in Bali. Doing business that is not complicated, ' explained Chandra.

'How's bini lo? Healthy? Don't be rude about him. Cassian. Entar left new nyahok.'

"Damn lo. He's my bini. My business. What's ama elo's connection." Irwan a little ride apitam. I was upset about his best friend.

'Hahaha .. yes. If I close that. Be healthy there. End if I'm done, we go to the usual place, ' said Chandra.

"Eh wait!" prevent Irwan. He remembered about Siska this afternoon.

'Why again?'

"Please find out about Siska. I met a girl."

'Lha, why did he go to Semarang? Has he not lived in Jakarta all this time?' ask Chandra curiously.

"Where do I know. That's why I asked Elo to investigate Siska. Find out even the smallest thing. I don't want him to be a threat to my family" Irwan said. His hands were already tightly clenched, forming fists. It was going to happen this afternoon.

'Ce ila ... The family? Your style is already rich men who are afraid of being left behind. Haha ....' Again there was laughter coming out of Chandra's mouth, disdain. Makes Irwan a little bit angry.

"Serious cave, Chandra!"

'Yes, yes it is. I asked my assistant to tell me. But tomorrow only. It's late at night. I'm also sleepy.'

Irwan hang up. Looking out the window. Looking far away at the night sky. A hint of disappointment was clearly visible on his face. Irwan rubbed his face violently. Shooing the memory of Siska ruling the brain. Four years together still leaves the wound. Even ten years of time had not been able to erase all those memories.

Alright. I have to go forward. I don't want to lose anymore. The designs are definitely more valuable than Siska. Irwan satinized, steadying the heart and mind. I don't want to be stupid every once in a while.

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Azan. The design opened its eyes, blinked a few times, gathering energy that was still drifting due to the dream.

It's dawn.

The design of the muscle stretch, a little surprised when he saw the figure lying next to him.

Well, he's my husband. He would sleep with me in the same bed.

Look at Irwan's sleeping face facing him. Irwan's strong jaw shape seemed to reinforce how stubborn and idealistic he was. And thick eyebrows, as if saying himself is a possessive person figure is also jealous.

Should I trust him? But he's a playful pinter.

Look again at Irwan's closed eyes

"Yes already. I leave everything to God. He is the owner of the human heart and soul" muttered Reka softly. He also slowly moved from the bed. To perform his duty as a servant.

Irwan woke up from his sleep. Heard the sacred verses of the Qur'an. A beautiful voice of a woman wrapped in a mukena. Gave a twinkle of tranquility in every leaf that came out of his lips.

I haven't heard anyone teach for a long time.

Irwan stared at the ceiling. Remembering his mother who used to teach and teach him about religion.

Mom, I missed you.

Irwan close his eyes. Remembering the figure of a loved one who has long gone is indeed stifling. Irwan exhaled heavily, flowing a drop of water from both ends of his eyes.

"Oh, can't take another night" said Reka who was already in the arms of her mother. He was disappointed that his parents only visited for one day.

"No way, brother. Kasian. There is no one to look at them" explained Dewi. Giving understanding to his firstborn.

"But Buk, Eka still misses."

The goddess pat Reka's back slowly. Give a touch to calm his son.

"Sister, Ibuk is also missing. But your brothers need us more."

Isakan Reka began to sound. The embrace is getting tighter.

"Already, don't be whiny. You are already married. You will know the feelings of Ibuk with the Father if you have children later," explained Dewi who reflexes make Irwan who heard it become wrong behavior.

"Nice with Irwan. Must recede. A wife's paradise is under the soles of the husband's feet" said Dewi as he loosened his arms.

"We go home first. Kasian the taxi driver. Bored over time waiting," explained Dewi as she carved a smile. The old look of the Goddess shows sadness. But back again to the fact, that now his son already has his own family.

With a wave of hands, Reka ushered in the return of her parents.

"Have not cried anymore," comfort Irwan while holding both shoulders of Reka from behind. The design immediately fell silent. The fur of me sitting straight up got a direct touch from her husband.

Irwan slowly pushed the small body of the design from behind, re-entering the house.

"Prepare" Irwan ordered in a low voice. Making Design suddenly had many questions in his mind.

"K-where?" ask Reka. He pressed his trembling lower lip. The feet still go to the room.

"We're dating. I have promised. We'll start over."

Design stop step. Brave to turn the body facing Irwan.

"But ...."

With intimidating eyes, Irwan waited for the continuation of the words of Reka.

"But ... I ...."

"Do you want to reject my invitation?" Come out the last sentence Irwan. Words ask but actually dictate. Irwan's eyes began to change, sharp.

"Nope-no. W-well. I'll be ready" replied Reka haltingly. He walked away from Irwan with a heartbeat that began to take an overdose after months of hibernation.

The character of a person cannot be changed. He promised last night that he would behave well. The design sat down while making a step towards the room.

"Well, that's dong. Gotta massage." Irwan. Pulling the end of his lips.

While waiting for Reka to prepare, Irwan sat on the front porch with a silver-colored tablet filling his left hand and right hand holding his pen.

"Mr ...."

Someone's words shifted his gaze. Irwan looked forward. Mr. Marno was standing side by side with a young man dressed neatly with a shirt and a backpack on his back.

Irwan glanced intently at the young man and then looked closely at Marno. "Why, Sir?"

"It's Mister. I'm bringing in a suitor who will replace me as your driver. Name's Dion. He used to be an online Driver," explained Marno while lowering his gaze, sung.

Irwan put his smart tablet on the table. Stand by Marno. Staring at the man named Dion with a full probing gaze. Then he looked back at the downcast Marno.

"Can't you work here any longer?" ask Irwan. Not willing if Marno who has served his family for so long, stopped working.

"Sorry, Sir. I am old. My eyes are not as good as they used to be. So, for the sake of comfort and safety, I will stop and return to the village," explained Marno who was immediately connected with a long sigh from Irwan.

"alright, Sir. Just tell me what it's like to do while working here. Anything I like or dislike. About salaries and other regulations," Irwan said as he sat back down to the chair.

"Today, let me bring my own car. I'll have dinner with the mistress" Irwan added again and responded to nods by Marno and Dion. Both also resigned.

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Hi gaes .. sorry two days I'm not up. Son again bapil. Focus on the child first. 😊

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