Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Irwan's Story.

For God's sake, Reka was eager to immerse her face into the bottom of the ocean. Drowning brings the shame Irwan creates. The man could have stolen a kiss in front of a crowd. Ah basic! Binal man! The insolent! The design continues to step, holding the skin of the face throbbing, kembis kembis while wiping the lips that are still wet. Away from the dining room, avoiding the eyes of the servants he could not understand.

Arrive in the garden gazebo behind. Touching the cheeks that are still warmed, holding back the chest that became more when remembered the indecent treatment of Irwan. How annoying! Damn guy! Dropped a drop of water from his eye patch. Feelings of resentment, hate and anger, lumped into one. Cock-a-hoop? Surely, again Irwan harassed him.

"Madam" call someone from behind.

The designer turned to the direction of the voice and found Sumi, a person she respected just as mom came over. Sit next to her and embrace her warmly. "I hate him, Bik." The cry of Reka broke, decaying profusely, signifying a very painful feeling.

Sumi tightened the hold, stroking the hair down the design slowly. Trying to reconcile the chaos that bewitched the mistress. "I really hate him. How can he ... he ...." Isakan Reka increasingly become, no longer able to complete the oral that has been halfway.

While Sumi remained silent, patiently hugging, waiting for Reka to stop crying. After the sobbing was no longer heard, Sumi let go of her embrace. Staring at the shade of the eyes of the moist design. "Ndok, make peace with the situation," said Sumi slowly. Removing traces of tears on the tapered cheeks of Reka.

"But he's evil, Bik. I have tried to forgive and accept the truth. But he .. he's still like that. He repeated the same mistake."

Sumi smiled kindly and clasped her right hand tightly. Turning his gaze towards the clear morning sky, then looking back at Reka who also saw him. "You want to hear Bibik's story, don't you?"

Reka. He wiped the remaining traces of tears. Heart to stop crying.

"The Ivan is not really evil. It's just that the scratch of his childhood wounds was so big," Sumi said, sighing deeply. His eyes looked back at the sky, but thoughts drifted into the past.

"Do you know that his mother was severely depressed before jumping off the roof?" sumi asked, treating the slowly nodding Design.

"Do you know the reason why his mother got depressed?" ask Sumi again who responded to the headband from Reka.

Back, Sumi took a deep breath and let out a quick one. There was a deep look of sadness in his aged facial water.

"First, their families were very harmonious. The great lord loves the mistress very much and also Irwan. Because of his love, the master sometimes acts beyond reason. The madam was being monitored from a distance. Tuan to hire private detective services just to follow the daily life of the mistress. The lady is not allowed to associate with anyone else. And if the madam accidentally met a foreign man, the great master went berserk. No hesitation in yelling and even whipping the mistress. Irwan who was five years old did not escape his frustration. Sometimes locked up for up to two days without feeding." Sumi stopped. Bongkahan free waterfall from his wrinkled eyes. As if implying an unparalleled sadness for the misfortune that befell his late mistress.

It is worth the appetite. It turns out there's a story behind it. The design is entrenched and tucked into a sense of pity in Irwan's harsh childhood.

Sumi was silent for a moment. Set your heart to continue the story. "The excessive jealous attitude of the master made the mistress decide to divorce. He ran away from this house, intending to pick up Irwan who was still at school. But unfortunate, madam accident, hit two pedestrians to death. From there the beginning of the mental illness of the mistress appeared, gradually getting out of control until finally the master put the mistress into the mental hospital," said Sumi with a soft look. He took a deep breath and wiped his own tears. He looked at the designer who was clearly surprised by the dark story of the Irwan family.

"So Reka, Bibik please, accept his feelings. He was rude and looked cold. But he's actually a poor good boy. He acted haughtily, to fortify himself so as not to be oppressed again," said Sumi who increasingly tightened his grip.

"But I don't love him, Bik." The designer let go of Sumi's hand and turned his gaze forward.

Sumi gave a quick smile and looked at the white clouds. "Love can grow on its own, Ndok. Tresno jalaran soko kulino. Love grows out of habituation."

The design is silent, Sumi's speech is exactly the same as her mother said.

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"Is this really his house?" irwan asked as he looked up, looking at the high fence that covered a magnificent whitewashed house.

"Yes, Mas. Riri gave the address," replied Reka who was no less amazed at the magnitude of Rianti's house. This was the third largest house he had seen after marriage.

Irwan honked a few times and a middle-aged man appeared. Without much question he also opened the fence because he knew that Reka was the sister of his employer.

"Sir Eka!" exclaimed a young girl of small stature tends to be short, stepping quickly towards him who just got out of the car.

"Riri don't run around, Kasian debai in your stomach." The design commemorates his sister who is now pregnant for two months.

"Yes yes ...." Rianti smiled broadly, unable to hide the happiness as the older brother came to visit for the first time. He hugged the skinny body of Reka very tightly.

"Oh, yeah, where's your husband?" tanya Reka while releasing a hug. He took the parcel from the car and handed it to a housekeeper who stood not far from Rianti.

"Mas Ardi again in the back garden," replied Rianti. Then glanced at the body of the strapping man who was standing not far from him.

"This is Brother's husband?" rianti asked as he stepped, circling Irwan's body, watching him from foot to head. Then shakes in disbelief. "It turns out our fate is the same, Brother," said Rianti who of course confused Reka also Irwan. "We both married old men," he said, followed by laughter that made Irwan's expression sour in an instant.

"Hust! Don't that. Not good." Reka advised Rianti with a feeling of misgivings. A glimpse of Irwan's already overcast, thick foggy expression. If continued, there may be lightning as well as storms. "He's your brother-in-law." Back Design commemorates Rianti. His sister who is still at a young age but has a family, no doubt his behavior is still like most teenagers. Likes to talk.

"Hehehe. Say marriage without saying anything," said Rianti who still holds a grudge, because he was not told about their marriage.

Suddenly Reka was silent. Given the marriage that he deliberately made as simple as possible.

"Yes, yuk. We go inside." Rianti took her brother by the arm, leading him into the house.

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Oh, aye. If anyone wants to know Rianti's story, can be posted in my profile. There is a Rianti story called Duren Palm.

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