Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Old and ugly

Irwan snorted irritably, he let the brother miss the sister. He chose to walk around the house. Calm down, sit back in a back garden filled with all sorts of colors and types of flowers.

"Ck, what's wrong with getting old?" muttered Irwan, annoyed. He took the cigarette out of his pants pocket, turned on the pantik and began to burn the end of the tobacco paper, sucked in and then exhaled slowly until a collection of smoke billowed out of his nose and mouth.

"Even though I'm not as mature as her sister, at least I'm still healthy, still strong. I was like I was old. Goddamnit!" Irwan again grumbled. Being blatantly mentioned like that made him arrogant, his pride smeared when it was said 'old'. Though his efforts to maintain appearance and fitness are not abal-abal. From taking supplements, vitamins to exercise. He did all of that regularly to keep his body in top shape.

"Why pout, Bang?" ask someone from behind. Irwan turned around and found a man of his age carrying a tray. Stepping sure and smiling kindly towards him. The man arranged two cups of coffee and a plate of snacks on a round table near Irwan.

"You're Rianti's husband?" kera Irwan hesitated. He stood up and watched the man closely. How could this adult man be the husband of that brash little girl just now? Inner Irwan was curious, frowning, in disbelief.

"Yes, my name is Ardi." Stretching out hands to shake hands.

"Irwan Syahputra's. Just call Irwan, no frills 'Abang, ' because I think our age is almost the same," Irwan said in a firm tone. He greeted Ardi's hand outstretched warmly, grasping it tightly.

Ardi nodded, not agreeing. "Although our age is not much different, but still, this Brother In-law Riri. So I have to be polite," answered Ardi kindly and then invited Irwan to sit back.

"Just as you are."

"Drink first, Bang," haggled Ardi, pushing a small cup with milk-white ears.

Irwan sipped the warm coffee a little, then again sucked the gunshot scroll. "Smoking." Irwan pushed the small box along with his pantik.

"Son, Bang." Ardi politely refused. Pushing back the Marl*oro-branded red-and-white box towards Irwan.

"Why?" Irwan knitted his eyebrows together, astonished.

"I want to live long, Bang. I don't want this lillahi first. Kasian Riri and my son. You know, we're not young anymore. Our wives are far below us. So, if our old body is not balanced with a healthy lifestyle, yes we can go home sooner," said Ardi reminded, but look at it in a polite way.

Degh's!

Feeling slapped, Irwan shook for a moment, then threw the cigarette butt in his hand and stepped on it firmly. "I'm not actually an active smoker. I'll smoke if I'm upset." Irwan looked ahead. Reciprocating Ardi's words just now. Yes, I am old, while others look happy with their wives and children, I am .. ah shit!

Irwan bought his own daydream. Staring at Ardi's face that looks no burden, so calm, fun to circulate around, staring at the flowers while enjoying coffee. I wonder, how could he bear to live with his childish wife? Irwan. Still upset about the behavior of Rianti who contrasts with Ardi and his wife.

"Aren't you overwhelmed by your wife?" asked Irwan to the point, suddenly he was curious to dig up his beer household life.

Ardi smiled, went back to sipping coffee, then put it back on the table. "No, I'm grateful to get it. I don't care if other people make fun of me 'pussy' or something. Yeah, because the truth is I do." Ardi let out a crisp laugh, as if he had remembered a funny thing. "Therefore, I must be able to take care of myself so that I can live longer" explained Ardi again with the tip of the lips are still lifted.

Irwan sighed. Justifying Ardi's words that never crossed his mind. During this busy life as a doctor and his endless revenge action makes him forget about the future and death.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the terrace. Irwan and Ardi glimpsed at each other, confused simultaneously.

"Den, there's a guest in front," said a middle-aged woman who looked bored.

"Who, Bik?" asked Ardi astonished, because it was no longer waiting for anyone other than Reka and Irwan.

"If not wrong, his name is Eldi, Den. He came with a little boy."

Irwan's like he's got an electric shock. Tense and inflamed. Hearing Eldi's name actually made him ride apoplexy. "Wijaya's LEDs?" timpal Irwan, furious. Looking at the woman at a glance, she turned to look at Ardi.

Irwan did not answer. He got up in his chair, emotion was clearly struggling, remembering how Eldi looked at his wife the other day. Goddamnit! What kind of coincidence is this? Irwan hurriedly stepped his foot. Manahan angrily imagines what he will do this time.

Arrive Irwan and Ardi on the front porch. The commotion seems to be under control, but it is Irwan who is now at war. Not happy to see his wife being hugged by someone else's child. Moreover, his son Eldi.

"Eldi, tumben here? What's up?" ask Ardi.

"Here, I just want to turn back your files that are left behind," replied Eldi while handing the chocolate map to Ardi's hand.

"That's it, why a fuss?" sela Irwan flat. Resist his dislike of Eldi.

"That's because Aji doesn't want to go home." Rianti.

"Why?" Ardi glanced at his wife then looked at the clumsy smiling Eldi.

"See you don't want to go home! Aji wants a pretty aunt," replied Aji innocently, hugging tightly the legs of the next door.

Eldi was getting awkward, massaging his sudden pain. He crouched down to align with the little body of his son. "Aji, don't be reckless. Kasian Aunty Reka if you hold her feet," persuaded Eldi who replied with a sullen face from the child. "No way!"

Eldi rubbed his face in a huff, not knowing how else to persuade his son to want to go home.

"Eat, Sir. Cepetan wedding. Find a new mother for Aji, " said Rianti without burden.

Everyone was silent, glancing at each other. Only Rianti did not know that the atmosphere had changed completely.

"Aji wants Auntie Reka who is Aji's mother. Aunty wants to, well," Aji's pinta as she raises her head. Staring with his innocent eyes.

One side of the design was afraid, because several times got a sharp glare from Irwan. But on the other hand he pity Aji, a seven-year-old boy who has no time to get the love of his biological mother.

"Ajj ... Aunty can't be your mother. Aunty has married the same Om who is," said Reka softly, pointing Irwan who stood with a sour face.

"Just like my dad, Auntie. It's ugly."

Hearing the ridicule of the little boy made the fire of Irwan's turmoil increasingly uncontrollable. With a width he approached Reka. Keep away Aji's body easily and escort her to Eldi's arms without any resistance.

"Aji, Aunt Reka's Om's wife. So it won't be your mother." Irwan said with great emphasis. Making the little boy dare not argue and just nod slowly.

"Printer's son." Irwan rubbed the head of Aji's head which of course by holding back the growl.

"If so excuse us to go home first," said Irwan by holding the hands of Reka.

Ardi approached the body of his best friend. Align yourself while looking at Irwan's car away. "What exactly is your relationship with him? How do you know each other?"

"He was my class brother in High School. And during the reunion, I accidentally hit the bin that almost fell." Eldi explained with a fluffy smile, leaving behind a trace of discomfort.

"Well basic. Pates he is so." Ardi pulled Eldi's shoulder until he had a little shoulder.