Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Give and take

The warning!

Minors please stay away.

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Midnight.

A pair of Irwan's eyes refused to be closed, staring at the ceiling with a blank look. The feeling of longing for the mother again swallowed, making her eyeballs move wildly and awake for almost three hours. May my mother be calm there. Irwan sat in between the breaths. Then, close your eyes and try to fall asleep. But in vain, the net seems to want to see the beauty of lamentation.

Slowly Irwan turned his body. Facing a woman who's been locked up for a long time.

How can you sleep so well? You should take responsibility first. Irwan monologued in his heart, a little sulking because Reka had fallen asleep when he entered the room.

But before long, the annoyance turned into a smile. He slowly sibak a haircut that covered the beautiful and clean face of his wife.

You are so charming, her mind is praising. Then rubbed with soft cheek that.

"You're like a gift and a guide in my life, Reka. I'm grateful to have you, even if the way we met is far from good. But I promise, I will always take care of you. I'll take responsibility for you and we'll age together." Irwan smiled bitterly. Moved back fingers towards the lips of the Rannum and immediately also a lot of desire began to stick out.

"Ah ... Why is it so hard to touch your heart?" clean again while exhaling slowly so that Reka is not disturbed.

Irwan closed his body. Revealing a design that is already in a dream world. "You're so smart to torture me. You can calm down like this after making me ge-er ."

Irwan muttered softly again, remembering that the five-second incident left him thinning his lips.

After a few seconds of hugging, the delicate rose scent from the hair of Reka burst into Irwan's sense of smell. Unfortunately the fragrance is increasingly arousing the desire to spice up into many times.

Jesus, calm down .. Now is not the time, inner Irwan, trying to calm Thomas who has jumped in his pants.

Not long after, the plan moved slowly. Feeling that there are heavy objects that overlap the body, pierihan that provide a warm sensation and also comfortable.

"Eugh ...." The design smiled in its lull, but a moment later the smile disappeared and changed into a frown on the forehead. He slowly opened his eyes and reflexively pushed Irwan's chest with his meager strength.

"Mas Irwan is doing it!" hardiknya with hoarse voice. He fixed his position, sat tightly hugging the blanket, as if the thick cloth was his life.

Irwan who saw the surprised expression of Reka became smiling, shortly afterwards became a laughter that echoed filled every corner of their room. Evil indeed, the anxious face of Reka always successfully tickled her to laugh.

"Hey, relax." Irwan tries to neutralize the funny feeling that is still gnawing. "Looking at you like this makes me feel like I have deja vu syndrome, too" he continued. Irwan's laughter was heard again.

"Ish, what the hell!" The design grumbled, turning his eyes with a pouting face. Being laughed at like that made him blush. Angry away, shame approached. Undeniably, the charm of Irwan's face is so strong. Gives a strange twinkle in the heart of Reka.

"Sana, get all the way to sleep." Design putting on a fierce face. Lay back down and wrap yourself in a blanket.

What is this, is there a problem with my eyes? Why is his face so handsome now? Why am I being so wrong. Oh my God, am I starting to like it?

"Hey, what are you doing?" ask Irwan who can stop the laughter. He approached again the design who had been lying down with his back.

"You're sleeping." The designer answered briefly, then closed his eyes firmly. Lazy to serve Irwan who likes to be alone.

"Ck, why sleep? You're wrong, so you need to be punished." Irwan spoke in a high tone, as if he was a tyrant punishing a traitor.

Unaccepting, Reka sat back down, looking seriously at Irwan who had accused her.

Irwan squinted his eyes. "O .. have dared you, yes. Dare to argue with husband. Your punishment must be even more severe, Reka!" Irwan tightened his jaw.

"What! What punishment?" He stared with courage.

"It." Irwan immediately moved his face. Crashing their lips, grabbing the lips that had called out to him. Lips that make him unable to focus on anything since insidants in the roadside park. The lips that made him swallow repeatedly. The lips that made him addicted.

Feeling no resistance, Irwan also released the pagutan. Give distance to the breath that has been hunting.

"Hey, why are you being so stiff? Not that this afternoon was so shrewd," said Irwan with a slanted smile. Looking at the astonished Design who closed his eyes and lips firmly.

"What the hell, it's an emergency situation" replied Reka after opening her eyes. Pushing Irwan's body away from him.

"O .. so you PHP-in me, so!" Irwan said in a snarled voice. Squinting, staring dislike at the designer who has toyed with his feelings.

"T-no, b-not that I mean ...." The design took a long breath.

"Then what! Is playing me making you happy! Come on quick, leahin!" irwan cecar. His eyes began to glare, misty in annoyance.

"A-I .. I've decided to give you a second chance, Mas" he said with a lowered gaze. Squeeze his fingers tightly.

Hearing the honest words made Irwan feel overgrown with wings. A perfect smile on her thick lips. He embraced the bowed body of the Design. Slowly rub that hair. "Thank you very much" said Irwan. A few seconds later he released a hug, raising his chin with his index finger.

"I promise I won't let you down. I will be a responsible husband and will only be loyal to you." A smile formed on Irwan's lips.

"We'll start from the beginning. You ready?"

The designer frowned, smiled clumsily and scratched the back of his head. "meaning?"

"I know, that night was so imprinted here and here." Irwan pointed at the forehead then in the middle of the chest of the design slightly to the left.

"So, I'm going to erase it, change the bad memories into good memories there" he added.

"You're ready, right?" Their eyes are still on. Meaningful in Irwan's brown bead that can't be explained verbally.

"Here you are," replied the designer, blushing in embarrassment. His face was already blushing, imagining what would happen in a few seconds.

Without notice, his second instinct took the lead. They definitely erode the distance. Shaming shame is also prestige. There is only the desire to have each other. Adhere to the already burning turmoil. Until the sound of a lash is inevitable, providing evidence that they are ready to start everything.

Irwan who feels Reka also reciprocates his game becomes excited. No coercion and no threat. The two enjoy each other, want each other.

"Thank you." Irwan spoke in a soft voice. Smiling faintly, making Reka hypnotized by him.

The night is getting late, but it does not prevent them from mingling. Want to quickly enjoy and give happiness.

"I'm starting, yeah." Irwan immediately put up the horses. Prepare to give and take. Yes, although not the first night, but they both want to go to the top of heaven.

Suddenly Reka pushed Irwan's chest. His eyes hinted at uneasiness. Frightened, those memories flashed clearly back in the memories.

"Let's just be calm, it won't hurt as much as it used to." Irwan spoke with a warm smile.