Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Dinner

Irwan smiled with irony. Enjoying the trembling design.

Gotcha. His lips were half-interested. Quickly, he aimed at the woman unnoticed. Keep it on your phone for later plans.

It was so adorable for this woman, her mind as she touched her nose, holding back laughter so as not to echo in the open room of the restaurant.

"You must be punished, Rusey. You've been rude to your own husband" Irwan said with a damning voice. The clear sound makes the design even more cold hot.

"Pardon me." The words of the designer faintly sounded. Makes Irwan smile satisfied because he has succeeded in teasing him.

"Mahaha ...."

Irwan's laughter finally came. Can't hold it much longer. The fear of Reka becomes a cuteness that is not comparable to the jokes of comedians on TV channels.

"Come Reka. Don't be so tense. I'm not gonna hurt you. I was just kidding. So don't be afraid. Uplight your head. Hmm ..." persuade him later.

But Reka didn't respond. Only his head occasionally moved, still in a lowered position.

Feeling no answer, Irwan moved from his seat, passing a round table that limited their bodies.

"Hey ... Why are you? I was just kidding. Aren't we allowed to joke with our friends?" said Irwan while holding the small shoulder of Reka. Patted him a few times.

The design mute a thousand hahasa. Only a faint sound of a sobbing sound made Irwan's face stiff for a moment. Looking to the left right with a tense face as if being caught making a mistake.

"They, why are you crying?" asked Irwan, a little panicked. Irwan squatted down and grabbed the little chin of the Design with his thumb and index finger. It was clear that the clear eyes were letting out countless chunks of water.

"Hey .. hey, relax. Don't be like this." Irwan quickly wiped away the tears of the Design with the tissue on the table.

"Don't cry. Shame." Irwan pressed his voice slightly so that no one else could hear him. But still, their suspicious behavior provokes the curiosity of the visitors

Irwan stood up quickly. Pulling out the head of the Reka, burrowing into her flat stomach.

In this way, I will not be considered evil.

Irwan stroked his hair Design gently Occasionally circulating his gaze around. After finding the diners no longer looking at the strange solids, he let go of his embrace and crouched back, looking into the eyes of the misty Designa filled with sadness.

"You're evil. It's not a joke" said Reka after a bit of calm.

Irwan smiled blandly. Can't defend themselves. He didn't know the reaction would be like that.

Yes, I am the guilty one. I forgot about your trauma.

"Yes yes, sorry. I'm mistaken. Stop your crying. Everyone thinks I'm a criminal" Irwan said. He wipes the soft skin of the cheeks that are as white as milk. Accidentally his hand touched the lips of the blushing Design . So passionate. Ransacking her sanity. Irwan swallowed his saliva quickly.

Maddened. I must be crazy. Why can't I control myself now.

Irwan looked meu Reka's eyes fixedly. Calms his struggling heart. But still, he wanted those lips more and more.

But she's my wife. It is only natural that I ask him to satisfy my desires. Whether we love each other or not. I have full rights over his body. Inner Irwan churned.

Ah no no. I don't want to scare her anymore.

Irwan bought his wild fantasies. He turned his gaze around the restaurant and his eyes were fixed on the two maids who were carrying push tables, approaching towards them.

"Not crying. Our food has arrived," comfort Irwan while patting Reka's shoulder.

Irwan sat back in his chair. Putting up a flat face as the two waitresses arranged the order with eyes full of questions on him.

"Enhm ...."

Irwan deliberately cleared his throat. Code hard for the two maids to quickly do their job and leave from there. And of course the code was understood by them.

"Please enjoy" said one employee with a round face and short hair. They leaned over a little, flipped over, then stepped away.

"Why so much?" ask Reka with eyes that blink, astonished.

"What's the problem?" Irwan asked back.

"This is serious, Mas who ordered?" ask Ruler again.

"Yes. I don't know your taste. So, I just order everything that looks good," he replied as he massaged the painless nape.

"Didn't you like it? If so, we can order another one," bargained Irwan.

"No, no need," prevent the quick plan by shaking both palms. His forehead shriveled drastically, looking at so many dishes.

This is not necessarily over.

The designs stare alternately at steak, pasta, long horn (a sausage filled with cheese) and also the lamb shank available on the table. Not to mention the array of desserts that look sweet.

"I don't know your taste. Please understand my mistake on our first date" he said expressionlessly. His hands were deftly cutting the steak before him.

Ck, dating? This is called dating. Scared me and bribed me. Heartless!

Get her steak plate. Pressing the contents with a fork and slicing them quickly. Making meat that had been neatly arranged into disheveled, not worth the art anymore.

"Eat this one alone" said Irwan who had been standing near Reka. He put down his plate and pulled out a steak belonging to a shapeless Design.

The design raises the head. Looking at the cold face of Irwan. So firmly incontrovertible. Making his mind studded with many questions over Irwan's changing attitude.

Without saying much, they also eat the food that has been served. Romantic nuances so thick felt. Moreover, the dim light rays make everything feel beautiful.

Ten minutes passed.

Sip water to push the remaining food in the mouth. While Irwan still eat the existing dishes. Chew and bite it with pleasure.

This man's appetite is incredible. The satin design was accompanied by her head double.

"M-mas, can I have it?" said Reka after seeing Irwan gulp water up the toilet.

"Hmm, what?" Irwan asked back, wiping his mouth with tissue. He looked closely at the eyes of the silent designer.

"Say. Don'tbeafraid. I'm not gonna hurt you again. Whatever it is, say it."

Long Irwan waiting. But Reka didn't open her mouth.

What exactly does he want to ask? Why does his face always turn pale when he talks to me? Why is it so hard to earn your trust, Reka.

"T-no so. Let's just go home." The design stood up from his chair. Trying to hide his fast-paced heart rhythm.

I must be out of my mind. Maybe I think he likes me.

The design is moving forward. Leaving Irwan far back. Unexpectedly someone crashed from the front, making himself fall on the floor.

"Ac ...." Design grimacing. The palms rub against the sand in the restaurant porslen.

"Delivery!" yell at someone standing in front of him.

The eyes of the designer are perfect. Seeing the figure that made you fall was Andra.

"B-bang Aan." The design gasped for a moment. He opened his eyes as if in disbelief.

"You're okay? I'm sorry I didn't see you" Andra said, holding onto Reka's shoulders, helping her to her feet.

Irwan who saw the unpleasant scenery was instantly crimson. Clenching fists, clenching jaws firmly. Can't accept hers being touched by someone. Goddamnit! How dare he touch my wife's body. Irwan fast. Approaching the designer and the stranger.