Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Meat without bones

The gurgling sound of water faintly entered into the audible senses. Make the design slowly aware of the dream realm. He tried to recapture the sound even though his eyes were still closed. Reka's forehead shriveled, the longer the faint sound was the more clearly heard. Holy hooch! The designer forcefully opened his eyes, sat down and looked sharply at the bathroom.

W-who is y-who is d-in there?

Reka Hugged a thick blanket while grasping it tightly. It's a glimpse of a minion-shaped clock on a nightstand. Who's taking a bath at ten o'clock in his room? The question kept circling until the water's gurgling sound could no longer be heard. And of course the impact on the flow of blood that follows stopped, the reaction is instantaneous. He narrowed his eyes to see the direction of the bathroom door accompanied by a heartbeat. Dup dup, dup.

Chequek.

The door opened, making the Design fall suddenly. "M-mas Irwan."

The designer was really surprised to see her husband could enter the room even though the door he had locked tightly.

"When's entry? W-why can?" Design suddenly stutters. Especially after realizing Irwan only uses a towel that is coiled on his waist. At times other women may be half crazy when they see the beauty of Irwan's plaid belly. The design is just the opposite. He was trembling, an overwhelming fear ruled the mind.

"M-mas when do you get in?" The plan repeats the question. While Irwan who realized the panic Reka only thinned his lips. She rubbed her hair with a small towel. Glassed in front of a dresser mirror without guilt.

"Of course with a spare key. Why, are you scared? Didn't we sleep together last night, too" he said expressionlessly. He observed the agitated gurgle of the design from the reflection of the mirror.

"But last night the situation was different" said Reka, she followed her mentor and lowered her gaze.

"Ckck, what's different. Are we not husband and wife who should sleep in the room? I love sleeping here anyway" Irwan said, flipping over. He approached Reka who was sitting on the bedside and laid her body with her hands stretched out on the mattress.

The design inched, shifting his butt away from Irwan. "Well, then let me move to another room." The design stood up but Irwan quickly withdrew his hand. The design was clearly unable to balance the body and finally the impact sound was inevitable, the design was lying just above the chest of Irwan's field. Again and again, their heart rhythm crazes perfectly. His eyes were locked by Irwan's dense netra bead. The momentary khilaf. Hypnotized will be good looks when viewed from a close distance more dazzling. Divert the view, control the feeling after getting a strange signal.

"Sorry," said Reka while lifting the body. But, Irwan again pulled Reka into the deck. Now he pointed the ear of the design to his chest that field. "Try listening." The designer followed those instructions without resisting. "Don't our heartbeats be in rhythm" said Irwan slowly, making Reka lift her head. Staring full of wonder at Irwan's haughty face. What does the word mean? The designer again tried to get away from Irwan's body. But it failed. The supine design with Irwan's position next to it, locks the movement of the design with the right arm while the left arm supports its head.

"Why avoid?" the whisper sounded so casual.

Bite her lower lip, nervous not dumbass. "I-I'm I ...."

"Stt .. I get it. I will not ask for my rights before you are ready" said Irwan who still faithfully looked at the face of his wife who paled. More precisely Irwan's eyes were focused on the lips of the almost colorless Design.

"really?" ask Raya with eyes occasionally blinking. He breathed a sigh of relief slowly and flinched a thin smile, making Irwan increasingly want the boneless meat.

"Emb." Irwan nodded slowly with a precise look at just one point.

"I won't force you to do your job, but may I taste it?" asked Irwan ambiguously.

The design is still raking. Not long as the pupils dilate, you know what the speech means. Not yet had the plan to release rejection, Irwan had first indulged his desire. Grabbing the lips that from yesterday want to enjoy. Sip it slowly so that the design is not afraid. Feeling no rejection, Irwan kept his face away. Staring at the foggy design of anxiety.

"I'll ask you one more time. Can I kiss you?"

The designer wanted to refuse but the head first nodded. Crazy, I must be out of my mind. Why would I agree? The plan intended to shake his head, but lost quickly to Irwan. Their lips collide with each other. Irwan closed his eyes, enjoying the chewy thing he wanted. Irwan hesap with full softness. Play it safe so that the Rivers do not return in shock.

Long enough Irwan played there. And when he was done, he showed me a smile that Roses had never seen before.

"Thank you for not rejecting me." Irwan wiped his lips with his thumb and then dropped himself. Immersing the head in the recess of the neck of the level of Reka and hugging the waist of the woman tightly, so possessive. While Reka, silent sculpting. His eyes blinked many times.

"Do you still love that skinny guy?" asked Irwan without letting go of a hug.

"Who?" The designer asked without looking. His eyes were still fixed on the ceiling of the room, calming down.

"Andra," answered Irwan briefly.

The design that had been tense suddenly went limp for a moment. I remember meeting with Andra. He took a deep breath and exhaled quickly.

"No need to ask. Because I have no intention of being an actor," said Reka with followed by a sigh that sounded heavy.

Irwan smiled, feeling victorious without having to fight.

"What do you like about him. The body is just like a garbage basket so," Irwan recalls in the same position. He breathes deeply into the scent of body and hair. So fragrant, make it linger.

"For me to go everywhere" he added.

The design clucked, swerving annoyed at the closed Irwan.

"But I like everything that's on him."

Irwan opened his eyes. Keep your face away and look hard at Reka. "What attracts him?" The question is clearly dictating to Reka.

"I think he's the most handsome guy. I always fell in love with her whenever I saw her wearing a cocoa shirt with a skullcap on her head and a prayer mat on her shoulders." The design explains in detail with sparkling eyes. He even accidentally did not see Irwan's expression that was like doused in vinegar. Really, only this time Itwan's heart felt squeezed.

It turned out that I had indeed lost even before the match.

Irwan let go of his hold. Gawking, getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?" ask Reka.

"Mandi," answered Irwan briefly tending to ketus.

The design scrunched his forehead. Changed position. Get in the blanket, get ready to go back to dreamland.

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