Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

The past of the design

The wedding of his sister is just waiting for the day. Family members seem busy preparing everything, especially Goddess. He who was previously so opposed, now looks more enthusiastic in designing a once-in-a-lifetime wedding for Rianti. While the design is more comfortable in the room, now inevitably have to help.

With below-average speed, the design drives its meticulous motor. Penetrate the streets of the market that began to be crowded by traders and buyers.

"Daddy, can you find this?" pinta Reka handed a rectangular sheet of paper to a young girl standing near the entrance of a minimarket.

The girl took the little note while smiling kindly. "Before a minute, Brother." Then go by looking for all that the designer needs.

After fulfilling all the list of items from the mother, Reka also paid without making a sound. Without bidding let alone protest. He just wants to go home quickly so he can be friendly with his favorite bolster.

With a somewhat staggering step, he walked out of the shop. Carrying a bag of crackles that weighs almost seven kilograms. Oh, my God, it's heavy. The designs saturate while trying to balance the body.

Unaware, a man walked up to her. Handsome man bar Oriental face and tall stature.

"Hallo, how are you? We haven't seen each other in a long time" he said from behind. The sound that sounded heavy and able to make the heart of Reka seemed to stop beating.

Sculpting design. Feet and heart strike as if doing its duty. *Dia .. what do not ....

Braving herself, Reka flipped the body. And dor*! It feels like he was shot dead. The body of the design is stiff and his tongue is mute when he sees who the figure of the person who speaks to him. "You ...."

"We finally met. I don't know if you live in Jogja." The man smiled. However, it was not the friendly smile that formed on his lips, but rather the grin that seemed so sinister.

Glegs!

Swallowing saliva with difficulty. Seeing the person in front of him made his eyes pushy at once. Cold sweat immediately soaked the body. The fingers of his hand that was carrying the burden were suddenly numb. Truly, horror spread throughout the body. Until unknowingly the bag that Reka holds detached.

The design immediately ran, continuing to run as if someone was chasing and would bury him alive. No matter what strange looks others have on him. His net even pulled out a chunk of water that flowed so fast. He died without having a chance because his brain just kept saying, 'run Reka, run!'

The man smiled again, lifting up next to the end of his lips. Go then! Go as far as you can.

"Irwan! Why are you there?" exclaimed a woman who instantly spread her evil gaze.

The man who managed to make Reka afraid was Irwan Syahputra. A 34-year-old neurosurgeon who looks so charismatic. Has a firm jaw, thick eyelashes and a sharp nose. Irwan himself is the only child of a jewelry entrepreneur whose turnover is even up to trillions of rupiah. Kinara Group, the largest and largest integrated gold producer and provider based in Jakarta. The figure of a man who is so perfect, so that the women race want to get his attention. But Reka, he ran, away as far as possible from Irwan's reach. Horrified, it was as if Irwan was going to swallow it round and round.

"Eh elo, Mel. Why come here?" ask his best friend.

"Who was it? He said he wanted to buy a drink?" jasmine asked back while raising an eyebrow.

Melati is getting confused about Irwan's attitude. But choose to ignore it because there are more important things than that. Because their initial goal to come to Jogja is to attend a seminar at one of the hotels there.

"That's it, we're leaving. It's late, this." Melati said after seeing the watch in her hand that had shown at eight in the morning.

"Sorry, Mel. Go first, yeah. I still have business" Elak Irwan. He wanted to walk looking for Reka but was restrained because Melati grabbed his arm.

"Lha, how the hell. We're going to go together. Who will I go home with?" jasmine's great-grandson while writhing on Irwan's arm.

"Oh my goodness, Melati .. you've been 30 years. Time is still spoiled, anyway. Taxis exist, many online. Still confused about what to go home with!" said Irwan who immediately got a strong blow on his shoulder.

Irwan let go of Melati's hand and ran to find the girl who had been constantly interfering with her mind.

"Ck! Temen not loyal friend," grumbled Jasmine.

Meanwhile, Reka hid in the gap between the two buildings. He sat down while hugging his knees. His body trembled violently and his heart was still anchoring rapidly. He peeked repeatedly from behind the used basket arrangement. Hopefully no one will realize his existence in the narrow hallway.

"Hud, Eka was afraid .." she cried. He clenched his knees firmly and occasionally wiped away the endless tears.

Two years ago.

The designer and his friend named Rania are pulling in front of a famous club in Semarang.

"Come on, we're in now. We've been like this for a long time, Reka. Don't embarrass me dong," whined Rania, pulling up Reka's arm to get into the club.

"Sir, Ra! I don't want to go to this place. He said he wanted to graduate. Then why come here? I've defended the dateng from Jogja just to celebrate our graduation. But still I don't want to go to this damn place, Rania ...." Draw his hand but fail. Rania still won't lose. Make the other visitors stare strangely at them.

"Jeez, Reka. We are graduating. I'm old enough to try something new" Rania's great-grandson again. He hugged his friend's body from behind, hoping that Reka would grant his request.

"But, Ra. This is not true. This place does a lot of damage. Now mending us back to your house," asked Reka, taking off Rania's hand by force.

Rania took off her hand. "Can't! My chance to get in here is only tonight. You see, tomorrow my mommy has come home from Jakarta. I'd be slaughtered if they knew I was here. Want, yeah. We're in, yeah. Come dong," whine Rania again and now he's crouching, holding Reka's hand, wailing.

"So from that, we have to go home Rania ... You are not cold what, wear clothes less material so?" sindir Reka, hoping Rania to undo his intention to enter the discotheque.

But getting a rejection from Reka makes Rania carry out her sneaky actions. He stood up, put on a sour face. "Yes, if you don't want to go in. Let me go there alone. You saw me wearing this skimpy shirt. And if I get raped, it's your fault!" threatening Rania, then walking away from Reka, into the discotheque alone.