Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan was jealous

In room.

"What kind of clothes does she like, huh?" guman Reka bent his face, confused by what clothes he should wear. Several times he chose, even tried the clothes hanging neatly there. Rows of dresses are of course soft and the price is quite enough to drain the contents of the wallet.

"Yes already. I'm using this one. Hopefully he does not mind it," said Reka slowly while pulling a dress Rania Agnes Long made from baloteli from the closet. Wear it quickly and dress up.

With a tiptoe, Reka stepped towards the terrace. Questions about Irwan's opinion continue to swirl around the brain. Make it a few times wiping the sweat that just keeps coming out of the pores.

*Yes Allah. Why am I getting nervous? Can't she just think of me as a maid? He turned out like this and it made me cringe.

Relax Reka. Wouldn't it be nice if she was being nice to you. Your life will be better. Are you blind? Your husband is perfect. You'll be happy if he really changes.

But, Irwan was good at pretending. What if his original attitude returns? He's gonna torture me even more. He's not perfect anyway. The perfect is just the shell. His heart is evil. His possessive illness was acute.

Well, just from that. You know the point of anger. So just avoid what might make him emotional*.

Inner Design fights. Between happiness and fear of the change in Irwan's attitude so drastic.

Without feeling it, Reka had already arrived at the doorstep. He took a deep breath, calming the feeling that was getting rumbled. Swinging between forward or backward.

"M-gold ... Irwan," call Reka slowly while twisting the middle of the long dress she is wearing. The small fabric that forms the waist curve almost comes off because it continues to be knotted by it.

Irwan who was leaning on the pillar of the house immediately twisted his body, seeing who was calling him.

A split second Irwan was made stunned. The appearance of the design is very different. The long pink dress is so fitting on the skinny body of the woman. So charming, that Irwan had forgotten that Reka was his wife. He looked back intensely from foot to face. And again, he was stunned. It sat for a moment, then turned its eyesight in any direction.

"Ekhem ...." Irwan quickly neutralized the feeling of awe that suddenly appeared with a slight bow. He touched his nose with the back of his hand. Deheming drives away the awkwardness as far as possible.

"Are you ready?" irwan asked expressionlessly. Approaching the sculpting Design not far from him.

"I-yes, I've."

The design nodded slowly. But his nervousness grew when Irwan continued to walk closer quickly.

"W-why, Mas?" tanyakanya. The face has paled. However, Irwan continued to walk forward. The design was cornered, unable to move anymore because it was blocked by the living room sofa. The design is getting restless. Squeezing his fingers, lowering his gaze. The body also began to tremble. Not daring to see Irwan so close, there was almost no distance.

"Nara, here!" Irwan several times bent the knuckles of his right hand. Calling Nara who was carrying a grocery bag. While the look of his sharp eyes, still faithfully enjoying the fear of the Reka.

"What's up, Mister?" asked Nara who was slightly panting, running towards her.

"This, I pinjem first," said Irwan while taking a gold hairpin from Nara's hair. Nara was of course stunned, but soon engraved a smile on her lips. The hairpin he just bought had already switched master.

"Already," said Irwan briefly. He fix long hair The design is broken. Pressing the new butterfly-shaped hair decoration plan he pinned on the right side of the wife's head.

The plan slowly raised his head. Their beads of eyes unintentionally clashed, throwing rays of interest at each other. Get your eyes off quickly. Afraid that his heart would jump out. Because it was anchored like a war drum.

"Why? Do you think I'm gonna eat you?" said Irwan while raising the end of his lips.

The designer did not answer. He was busy calming his heart that was rumbling incoherently.

"Let's hurry. Later keburu jammed," said Irwan while holding tightly to the clothes of Reka.

"Oh yes, Ra. I bought your hairpin. I'll replace it with a month of your salary" Irwan explained without looking at Nara. He still pulled the hands of Reka to follow his wide steps towards the car that was parked in the yard.

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"Dinner," replied Irwan briefly. His eyes are still focused on the crowded streets of vehicles passing by.

The mood was silent again. Only the subtle sounds of a car engine are permeated into their respective sense of hearing.

The designer threw his eyes out the window. Leaning back looked at the sky that had changed color to orange. Setting the feeling on the sidelines of the noise of the horn. Severe traffic jams at red light junctions.

"Bang Aan ...."

A faint sound came out from Reka's lips when she saw a man on the motor. His heart felt like it was shaking. Got an uncomfortable signal to find a loved one chatting with another woman. The ends of the eyes begin to water, teary. Then quickly Reka neutralized the sad feelings that had already penetrated her heart.

Irwan who heard the name of a man from the mouth of Reka also immediately extended his ears. Glancing at a glimpse of the woman who looks riled up to see someone.

"Who?" asked Irwan who was starting to be curious.

However, Reka was only silent. People who are in love have put forward their motorbike through the crowd of riders at the intersection.

"Who's Aan?" irwan asked with a slightly raised tone of voice, not like to be ignored.

"Is he the one in your heart?" scatter Irwan again. His eyes were already emitting a dislike glow. Sometimes he held the steering wheel of his car.

The design sighed slowly. While the view is still faithful looking out the window of the car.

"Yes ...."

The short answer Reka was able to provoke Irwan's dislike.

Traffic lights began to green, will be when the feeling of Irwan began to turn yellow. Signs his narrow mind is lurking. Irwan drove the car back slowly. Several times clinging curious to the faithful designer with his silence.

"How long have you been dating?" ask Irwan who is still in standby mode.

"We never dated. My love is clapping one hand," replied the honest designer. It was clearly gloomy on her beautiful face. Not long after that, there was a long sigh of Reka who was able to carve a smile of relief on Irwan's lips.

"What's the advantage?" Irwan began to wonder.

Crazy, are you jealous? Agh fuck. Whatever, the important thing is that the design is mine. He can't keep anyone's name other than me.

But the plan again did not respond. He still set his heart broken after seeing a woman who hugged Andra's waist. The man he loved in his heart.

"What's that guy better than me?" Irwan's arrogant nature back on the air. Making a devil smile again adorn his handsome face.

"Many," replied the designer without hesitation. After a few seconds, he realized what he was saying. The plan quickly shut its mouth. Tilting the body looked at Irwan who already looked not okay.

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Jeng jeng jeng.

Will Irwan forget his promise.

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