Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Andra

"You're not hurt, are you?" ask Andra. He twisted the body of Reka to break her worries

"It's okay, Bang," answered the Brief, releasing Andra's hand from her shoulder.

"You live in Semarang? Who else is here?" Andra spread her gaze looking for the figure who came with Reka.

The designer nodded slowly, firmly grasping the handbag he was holding. What kind of situation is this? Why do I have to meet him when I'm with Mas Irwan? The design is full of feelings of anxiety.

"Hey! What's the matter? Can you touch my wife's body?" asked Irwan who appeared from behind. He clearly looks angry. Seemed from the way he pulled the arm of Reka by force. Lead her away from Andra.

"Don't be near strangers" whispered Irwan. The design immediately became passive, suddenly stiff as well. Horror spread throughout the body when I remember Irwan tortured him only because he accidentally came into contact with other men.

"Mas, he's my friend" explained Reka slowly. He grabbed Irwan's hand that was clenched tightly. Didn't want Andra to be the target of anger from her husband who was burning jealous.

"I'm sorry. I accidentally," Andra said clumsily, massaging her painless nape. She understood that she was now being suspected by Reka's husband.

The situation changed drastically. Awesome, the atmosphere became strange when Irwan looked at Andra with a raining gaze. Insulting in his eyes.

"I didn't think we could meet here, Reka," Andra said. Realizing there will be an unhappy signal from Irwan.

"Yes, Bang." Nervous design is not a bitch. Thinking about what was on Irwan's mind standing near him.

"Do you know each other?" sela Irwan who does not know their relationship.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Andra. My sister and her sister are best friends" replied Andra politely. Spreading a smile also extended a hand about to shake hands at Irwan.

Hold on, Andra. What does that mean the person that Reka told you about? Irwan. He shook his hand with a sense of regret. Turns out he's the jerk that Reka likes.

"I'm Irwan. Her husband Reka," said Irwan by emphasizing the word 'husband'. Code hard so Andra doesn't mess with his wife.

"I'm sorry, that time could not be present at your wedding," said Andra as she glanced at the glance of Reka who was behind Irwan's back.

"It's okay. Whether or not you are present does not affect our marriage" said Irwan ketus. Not reluctant to show his dislike to the man who fills the heart of Reka. He looked intensely at Andra's figure from foot to head. His gaze was clearly intimidating Andra.

Andra again smiled blandly in response to a sharp speech from Irwan. What is this guy's problem. I just met you gas. Andra lyrically glimpsed Irwan's haughty face and looked back at Reka.

"Have you heard the news about Riri's pregnancy?" ask Andra to switch the conversation.

"Yes, already. Yesterday the same father came to visit and tell about Riri who was pregnant," replied Reka.

Andra mangosteen. Engraved a bitter smile on his handsome face.

Suddenly a woman appeared from behind and held Andra's arm. Looking questioningly at Reka as well Irwan. "An, who are they?" ask the woman. He looked back at the design carefully. In the next instant, his eyes widened wide with his mouth slightly gaping. "Oh my God, you're a designer, aren't you?" terkanya while hugging for a while the skinny body Reka. He filled her with warmth and gratitude.

The design was stunned, trying to gather memories. "K-sister Ria ...."

"Yes, I'm Ria. It's been almost ten years since we met. Now you look mature and beautiful. I'm pangling you know," explained the woman named Ria. His eyes sparkled brightly with a sincerely fluffy smile.

"You guys back together?" asked Reka stammered, she began to be overwhelmed with curiosity. Ria and Andra had long since broken up.

"Yes, we started again. And the plan is we will get married later this year," said Ria, a smile still faithfully adorned his beautiful face.

The designer was silent, arranging thoughts so that they could not be seen clearly if his heart was being torn apart at this time. Yes, bang Andra is suitable with sister Ria. The designer felt inferior, seeing Ria who was so beautiful and also charismatic with a batik shirt and knee-length skirt that she wore. Looks suitable when coupled with Andra who works as a lecturer.

"Mending we chat while sitting down," asked Ria kindly. Grasping his hands to follow his steps. But Reka let go of Ria's soft hands slowly.

"Sorry Brother Ria, Bang. We're done eating. I'm not feeling well and want to go home soon" Reka said. "Maybe next time we just talk," added Reka again by not reducing the sense of politeness. He smiled at the two men in turn.

"Come, Mas." Irwan arm coupler design. Irwan blinked in surprise, not believing Rusa touched him first. A few seconds later he realized that Reka needed someone who could be a shield for him.

"Then we'll excuse you," said irwan while tightening his hand with Reka. The tip of his lips slightly raised. Opportunity in narrowness. Inner happy.

After feeling far enough away, Reka pulled her hand. But Irwan quickly wrapped his hands back into his arms. "If the show does not play," said Irwan underestimate.

"Yes." Yeah." Reka snorted in annoyance while following Irwan's wide steps.

On the way home.

"Mas, can find the nearest mosque," Pinta Reka with a troubled feeling. He was restless because he had not fulfilled his duty as a people.

"Why? You kebelet?" ask Irwan.

"No. I have not prayed. Magrib time is running out" explained Reka as she looked to the left right of the street with a restless look.

Irwan followed the wishes of the designer. Stay and wait for him in the parking lot of the mosque. He smoked a cigarette. Pay close attention to the design who is fervently praying.

"You are different. Different from most girls I know," muttered Irwan while throwing his cigarette butts to the ground. Stamped on him firmly without taking his eyes off.

"I'll never let you go."

****

Get them in the mansion.

"Hurry to take a shower and throw away that shirt!" irwan orders when opening the car door for Reka.

"Yes." Yeah." The designer replied briefly, stepping foot towards the house. He was really tired. Pretending to be happy in front of a loved one requires more energy.

"Keep the door of the room do not lock. Tonight I'll sleep with you" Irwan said a little screamed. The design that had gone a little far immediately stopped his legs. Turning his body, looking at Irwan who was driving his car back, into the garage.

"What does that mean. He usually sleeps alone. Why would you want to sleep with me tonight?" The design monologues and suddenly the memory of the night comes back to pass.

"No. No. There's no way he's attacking me anymore, is he. He had promised to be kind to me" he murmured to calm his own heart.

But other than promising not to attack me, he also said he would be a good husband.

The design bit the tip of his thumb nail.

Is she gonna ask for her rights as a husband tonight?

The design immediately trembled. Quickly get into the house. Walk wide to the room, locking the door tightly. All right, this way he won't be able to get in. Inner design with a sigh of relief.

****

Jeng jeng jeng.

What does Irwan want?

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