Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

open hearts.

"What!" said Irwan with a tone up an octave. He looks angry. His eyes were focused on the streets. But, a glance at the net is able to grind the courage of Reka into dust grains. It easily disappears with the wind.

Who is that man. I was curious about his looks. Is he really better than me. Ah shit! I can't be calm like this.

Irwan exhaled violently. Closing eyes many times. Controlling the emotions that have been sticking to the surface. He clenched his hands, hit the steering wheel strongly. His pride was completely torn apart. She clearly adores other men more than her.

The vow. For whatever is in the heavens and the earth, the designers need help. His thin body was completely numb. He stared, a strange atmosphere enveloped his mind because it had accidentally offended the devil who lives in Irwan.

"Not be-so, M-mas. I-i mean ...."

Design lips vibrate. His tongue was a monkey, frozen instantly. To get a few words out is already draining sweat. He was clutching a leather handbag on his lap.

"It's okay. Continue in. I want to hear the advantages" said Irwan. His voice sounds flat. But being able to immerse the guts of Reka deeper.

Why her? Is he not angry? But ... When viewed from the look on his face, it is certain he looks unhappy. Oh my God, is this .. is he setting me up or what?

His stifled salivary swallow design. Breathing and correcting position. Back to bowing your head deeper.

"It's okay. Tell a story. I won't be angry. Everyone has a past. I want to hear your story too. Didn't we promise to open up to each other," said Irwan on the sidelines of his driving activities. Acting pretentious when his heart is fiery.

Can I trust this guy?

Monologue in the heart. His lips curled for a moment after hearing Irwan's explanation which was contrary to his personality.

"Hey hey .. come on. Don't keep moving. Reveal. Speak to me. I promised I would be good to you. Do you still not trust me, Reka?" asked Irwan who sounded serious.

The design is still tight. Wanted to believe it, but doubt still tied her vocal cords tightly.

Irwan wiped his face with one hand. Looking for a moment at the Design who looked strangely at him.

"If you haven't been able to accept me as your husband, at least consider me your friend" Irwan said, reassuring the doubtful Ris.

"Is that really so?" ask the designer back. He still could not believe the statement that Irwan had said many times. The conversation that had been the topic of questions from last night swirled in his mind. Apologies, as well as suggestions of good relations that Reka did not know was real or Irwan's play only.

"Hm ...." Irwan nodded steadily.

"Explain who he is" he asked later.

"They looked questioningly at Irwan, then returned to look forward. Take a deep breath and throw it away slowly.

"Name Andra. We are three years different. He lives not far from home. I've loved it since first grade Junior High," explained Reka, engraved a bitter smile on her beautiful face. Recalling the past when he often observed Andra from a distance.

"Well .. I didn't expect your story to be so classic. I'm sure you must be a stalker. Yes, right," terka Irwan while raising his eyebrows next. Mocking Design.

"I'm not like that!" sahut Reka full of affirmation.

"Hahaha ..really. If not a stalker, then what? A loser?"

Again, Irwan's bland speech and laughter sounded sharp like razor blades. Tearing through the wounds of the already gaping Reka.

Heartless. The design snorted, turning the body on Irwan's back.

"Then why don't you tell me how you feel?" asked Irwan again after muffling his laughter. It was inevitable that there were still remnants of anxious feelings in his mind. After all, who can bear if the couple bring up the past. Whether they love each other or not.

"He likes other people" replied Reka ketus. His face was still turned towards the window. The puffiness would ridicule Irwan inexhaustibly.

"So, why don't you run over the girl who took it?" irwan. Scrutinize deeper.

"Is not now the time for women's emancipation" he said later.

"Well, if you fight for it."

"She's my sister" explained the short-lived designer.

Irwan squealed a little. And repeated the statement of Reka as if in disbelief.

"Your sister! Your young brother?"

There was no answer from Reka, making Irwan as if in the eyes of something invisible.

"Haha ... Kasian. Why is your love path so complicated."

Irwan's laughter broke again. It is clearly denigrating the already defenseless Design.

Change the position. Staring fixedly at the broken Irwan.

"More ngenes mana. I am the one whose love is unrequited. Or you're cheating on a boyfriend." The design squinted. Not willing to be scorned by Irwan.

"You!" Irwan looks inflamed. In an instant, the hue of his face changed completely. Silence can no longer say. He has been checked by his own wife.

Damnit. Why should I offer to be his friend. Now he's not afraid of me anymore. It even looks rude.

The design was no less regretful. He coughed himself after seeing a significant change in Irwan's expression.

Stupid ... stupid. Why do you fall like this. Turn your head towards the window. Slowly hitting his venomous lips. Regretting the words from his unconscious tongue had released poison.

After a long journey full of silence, they finally arrived at a restaurant called Hills dining. A luxury restaurant specifically designed, so romantic look with candlelight and lights adorn the corner of the room.

"What message?" asked Irwan to the Reka who was still busy staring at the beauty around the restaurant.

The restaurant is located at a height, becomes its own attraction because it can enjoy dinner with a glittering view of the lights below.

"Terselah Mas only," said Reka clumsily suppress the awkwardness due to their brief debate earlier.

"We order this, this and this" Irwan told a waitress, pointing to some of the pictures on the menu she was holding.

After the restaurant waiter passed, things went back to silence. The two return to their minds. Seeing the natural beauty of twilight with extraordinary awkwardness tucked.

"Pardon ...."

Both said the word was clearly almost at the same time. They were back in silence, with a red hue adorning the cheeks. Moments later, Reka took the initiative to open a chat.

"M-mas ... about that .. I ...." The designer was unable to finish his words. She held her dress firmly until it became a little tangled. Trying to calm his already chaotic mind.

"Not Designed. I'm the one who's wrong. I shouldn't have put you down. Though my mass is more despicable than anyone," interrupted Irwan, his gaze focused on seeing Reka who also stared fixedly at him.

"But yes, that's it. From the debate I realized something about you."

The design scrunched his forehead. Looking questioningly Irwan's unreadable mimic.

"You turned out to be quite emotional. You have even dared to mock and refute me," said Irwan with tightened jaws.

The design immediately lowered the view. Getting a bad signal from Irwan's eyes made the body shiver instantly. He pinched his numb fingers. Regretting having been consumed by Irwan's persuasion to consider him a friend.

"Pardon ...."

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