Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Strategy change

A reminder of the time for dawn prayers has sounded. The design slowly takes back the life from the dream world. Forced to open his eyes because he felt something strange about his body. Why does my body feel heavy and warm? The design frowned in a tight.

One sec.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Degh's!

The buying design, aghast throw a hand that draped beautifully in his stomach.

"Mas Irwan." The surprise of the Design obviously woke up Irwan who was sleeping.

"Eugh, why? What's up?" asked Irwan in a hoarse voice. He opened his eyes and narrowed them. Look at the design that has been sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why hug me?" The designer asked with a raining glance. It was as if seeing a criminal secretly harassing her.

"Is there any reason why I shouldn't hold you? You are my wife, Reka. You forgot?"

Dorr! It feels like he was shot dead. The designer could neither move nor say for a few seconds.

"Hm it. But still, why embrace me without permission?" ask again. Silly questions that can make the drowsiness of Irwan disappear. Irwan chuckled for a moment, got up from his sleep and leaned his back on the head of the bed.

"Have you ever found a husband who asked permission before hugging his wife?" The Design question was turned back by Irwan. The designers are getting restless, unable to answer.

"But, didn't Mas say he wouldn't attack me. Mas also said he wouldn't ask for it before I was ready." The design is still defending itself.

Irwan raised his eyebrows. Looking questioningly at the restless Design.

"I'm actually wondering, what's inside your head. I was just hugging, not squeezing, groping or anything. And also, I've been trying to be nice, but you don't trust me at all. Please explain, what should I do to accept me as your husband." Irwan so seriously looked at Reka, that he was seen as being silent. I can neither speak nor defend myself.

Irwan shifted, approaching Reka. "Try explaining, let me understand. Why can't I touch you? Didn't I have a right," said Irwan full emphasis in the word 'rights' make the plan to fry his stiff fingers.

Irwan took a deep breath, dampening his unfighting emotions.

"Okay, in the past I was the guilty one. But I'm sorry. Do you still hate me?"

Irwan is running out of patience. He who from the beginning wanted to slowly reach for the heart of Reka became defeated. Losing his own mind because of the many times of rejection made him upset. And end up soaking long in the bath to get rid of the heightened libido.

"I-I can forgive you, but-but .. but I haven't been able to for that one yet," explained Reka.

"Why?" asked Irwan curiously. Suppress anger so as not to control himself.

"I can't love you yet. You may not need love to have sex. But not for me" replied the honest designer. He dared to look into Irwan's already misty eyes.

Irwan laughed blandly. Looking down at Reka who looked at her focus on her.

"Come on Reka .. Don't be funny. You are no longer an ABG who upholds the word love. We are both adults. So must have known love is not everything" explained Irwan who still locked the eyes of Reka. The designer averted his eyes, but Irwan grabbed Reka's shoulders until their eyes came back to meet.

"Instead, your parents who met because of matchmaking can be lasting and happy until now. They even had six children. That alone has proven that love is not the only fundamental thing in building a household," Irwan said again.

Reka. Not to argue because it is true. He bites his lower lip. Trying to calm his stale mind.

"Aren't you wondering why your mom keeps having kids?" tanya Irwan breaks the momentary daydream of Reka. He put his face close to the plan.

"Because to make the child delicious," he said followed by a distinctive grin.

The design was again aghast and immediately stood up, staring fiercely at Irwan who was in perverted mode.

"Hows it? Don't you want to feel the heaven of the world too?" Irwan cleared his voice while glancing at the one inside his pants. Then came the crispy ruddiness from her lips, making Reka goosebumps overall.

Crazy, the inner Reka while stepping foot, leaving Irwan who was still laughing in the room.

****

As usual, he will sit waiting for Irwan. Accompany and watch her eat accompanied by Sum's bik, Nara and two other household assistants.

"You don't eat?" irwan asked flatly after chewing and swallowing a bite of his sandwich.

"Later on," Reject the Design.

"Why?" Irwan scrunched his forehead.

"Because I'm used to eating together with the others" replied Reka honestly.

Irwan was silent for a moment. Looking around and his eyes stopped on the four women standing behind the chair of Reka.

"From now on you should come eat with me. Only with. Not allowed to eat with others or eat alone" Irwan ordered absolutely.

Stunned design, astonished. Trying to digest Irwan's talk. Why else would he? Breathe in slowly and nod slowly.

After finishing eating, Reka intends to say her wish to Irwan.

"Mas, can I visit Rianti's house?" ask Reka hesitated when she saw Irwan had eaten the sandwich he made.

"You know the house?" Irwan asked back after gulping down the available water in the glass.

"I don't know. But I have Rianti's address. I'll ask Marno to--"

"Can't, Mr. Marno has returned home," interrupted Irwan.

"When?"

"Every night," Irwan replied briefly as he looked at Reka who was sitting in front of him. No, I can't let him be alone with the new driver.

"Is there nothing to replace?" The design gave a full glance at Irwan who was thinking.

"There, but let me drive," replied Irwan flatly as he got out of the chair and approached Reka.

"W-why?" The design stood up and suddenly nervous to see the eyes of Irwan who turned back perverted.

Irwan pulled both of his lips. It's funny to see the fear of the designer.

"I just want to ask for my rights as a husband."

Degh's! Reka's heart returned to anchor, Reka was silent looking at Irwan's eyes so close to her.

The cup!

A warm kiss landed on Reka's forehead. The design was stunned with wide-eyed turns. After a few seconds he realized that Irwan had kissed his forehead. "Ken -"

Irwan didn't let oral Reka out because he was too anxious with those lips. He was addicted and admired him regardless of anyone else there. Even Bik Sum immediately closed Nara's eyes. A young girl who was only eighteen years old.

After it was finished, Irwan released the hand that supported the head of Reka.

"From now on this is how you take me to work," he whispered slowly, making the heart of Reka weaken for a while. Irwan twisted his body, stepping away from the shocked Design.

I hope this strategy change can make you accept me, Irwan sat up with a knotty smile on his face. Relax Thomas, I will make him accept you without coercion, Irwan's mind again while looking down at a glimpse of the area between his thighs.

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Well loh ....

I think if you guys be a designer how you decide. Hehehe ....

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