Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Threats

Irwan knocked himself down next to Reka. Regulating breathing and heartbeat that are still reluctant to calm down. "illness?" tanyakanya. Shrugging the messy design hair. Wiping and wiping the sweat that soaked that face. Ignoring their innocent bodies. Irwan's eyes were only fixed on the beautiful face of the woman who had forgiven him.

"E-no ...." The designer replied with a disconnected voice. His breathing was still stingy and his chest was also going up and down.

"Thank you very much. I'm gonna try to be a good husband." Irwan said as he carved a smile. His feeling was so happy because he had been able to embrace the heart and body of Reka. A lot of gratitude.

The design twisted itself, facing Irwan who had faced him first. "Why is that all you said, Mom?" protest Designa, looking at the bead focus of Irwan's brown eyes.

Irwan chuckled, "Yes yes, it looks like I do have deja vu syndrome."

The design pursed the lips, slowly the puffiness disappeared. Especially now that Irwan's eyes were so soothing. Making a feeling of comfort spread in his heart, slightly healing the wound.

Slowly Irwan moved his body. Hugging warm Dressless Design. Drowned his woman's head into his chest that field. "Yes, we sleep yuk," Irwan asked while pulling the blanket. Covering the bodies of those who are hugging.

*****

Morning time.

Breakfast is ongoing. The atmosphere is so different. Usually it feels tense, only the sound of the clanking of spoons and plates that accompany Irwan's breakfast ritual. But today is a little bit more. The sound of a spoon bump is almost inaudible. Replaced a timid smile that was engraved clearly on Irwan's face and also the Design.

Why them? Sumi satin while throwing a glance at two friends seprofesinya who also looks confused.

"Darling, today I came home late. I'm going to meet Chandra." Irwan said after downing the white water.

"Yes, M-mas." Styled design. Mas's? The darling? Why am I getting creeps like this?

"Mas, can I not join Bik Sum today to the market?" Reka glanced at Sumi who was standing behind Irwan's chair, then looked back at Irwan expectantly.

"Hm, can. But don't go anywhere else. Don't wander," said Irwan in a firm tone. Get up from the chair and step quickly towards Reka. Raising his lips when he saw nervousness adorn the beautiful face.

"A-what's up, M-mas?" asked Reka, holding her breath as there was almost no distance between her and Irwan. Irwan hugged her so tightly. Unmindful of the gazes of the servants who looked strangely at him

"Yes ask for rations." Irwan smiled obliquely. Clutching the waist and head of the design aggressively. Landing a warm and long kiss on the lips of the designer. Lips are like honey, exciting and addictive.

Again, Sumi closed Nara's eyes tightly quickly. Shaking his head, astonished at the behavior of the employer who does not know the situation and conditions.

"Sir, from today no one can stand here. It was enough that he accompanied me to eat," said Irwan after removing the pagutan. Smiled happily as Reka welcomed her kiss.

"Okay, sir," replied Sumi.

"Go, Mas. It will be jammed." The design pushes Irwan's field chest wrapped in a brown shirt. Distracting the eyes of Irwan who returned misty desire.

"Yes, but this is removed first." Irwan quickly pulled the scarf that was coiled around the neck of Reka. Smiled satisfied after seeing what was behind it. "Honey, my masterpiece is covered in cloth" he continued. Make Rivers tiptoed and instantly cover her neck with both hands. "It's nothing at all!" Sharp glaring design. Shame because there are so many kissmarks.

"Mahaha ...." A crisp laugh rang out from Irwan's lips. Make the servants back astonished and grateful. Laughter they never heard while working in the house.

"Ih, this is it." Reka snorted annoyed. Gawking towards the room. His face flushed red, holding back the anger that was mixed in shame.

****

Coming back from the hospital.

Irwan arrives at Chandra's residence. A house that is no less luxurious than his home. "Where is he?" ask Irwan. A glance at a middle-aged woman he knew named Mala. Then spread the view into the entire living room.

"All right, I'll be there. And please make me drink."

"What drink, Den?"

"Anything, that's important cold." Irwan said then left Mala who was still standing in the doorway.

Irwan is on the third floor. He entered a room that looks like a bar but minimalist. High tables and iron chairs neatly arranged facing the window. Shows the evening sky that is still blue, bright.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" ask Irwan to the point. He sits next to Chandra. Staring seriously at Chandra who was enjoying his drink that was deep red.

"Wei ... relax, Bro. New nyampe has just gas. Drink first what?" Chandra pushes the glass bottle along with the glass. Poured the contents of the bottle into a glass that he had given ice cubes. A smile expanded, giving a fleeting change to his square jaw.

"No need, I asked to make a drink like Mala," said Irwan flat, pushing back the glass that had been filled towards Chandra.

"Seriously you refuse this? It's delicious, sent straight from France," woo Chandra, a lost smile changed with raised eyebrows. He pushed back a black bottle that read Meiomi Pinot Noir. "Drink, I'll send Mang Limin nganterin elo. Come on, don't push," he said again, then re-absorbed the drink in his glass.

Not long into Mala. Serving an iced tea as well as a bowl of pea skin in front of Irwan.

"What! Do not refuse this for the sake of this," said Chandra in disbelief, pointing to a bottle of wine and then an iced tea glass with slightly widened eyes. Not long after Chandra's laughter was heard. "Ha-ha-ha, only seven months of marriage has changed. Sure you want a break?" Chandra was still loyal to her laughter.

"Ah, fuck you! Cepetan, what the hell are you talking about?" Irwan snorted, rolled his eyes lazy, then sipped the drink that Mala had made.

"OK okay." Chandra calms himself from the invisible tickle. Glancing at the glance of Irwan's already foggy eyeballs was curious.

"It's about Siska. I got the info from my man. He said Siska had been divorced for a long time" Chandra said, looking out the window.

"Why?" Irwan knitted his brows.

"He said it was because Siska was a wasteful woman. His social life is incredible. Yeah, who can stand that bini kayak. And finally her husband cheated on a simple woman who lives in Kalimantan," explained Chandra, raising her lips as if grateful for Siska's suffering.

"But my advice, you kudu ati-ati ama Siska. He has no grip. Divorced, disposed of and his license was also revoked due to malpractice for money. Usually if it's cornered, everyone is willing to do anything to survive" Chandra said. Glancing at Irwan's face at a glance then smiling obliquely. "Gue was surprised, you could have died love for that woman." Chandra chuckled, mocking Irwan who already looked riled up.

"Basic monkey lo." Irwan threw the pea skin on Chandra's face. Get out of a chair with a face you don't like. "Yes, I'm back."

"Wait!" prevent Chandra. make Irwan who was about to get out of the chair undo the intention. Looking at Chandra who already looks serious.

"What?" Irwan asked in a tinge.

"How are the news of Reka. You guys doing okay?" Chandra re-siped the drink.

"Lo's very big boss." Irwan answered briefly. I don't like talking about Reka. Moreover, Chandra once looked at the interest in his wife.

"Wo ... relax. I have no evil intentions. Just a suggestion, get her pregnant. She was afraid she'd leave you because of Siska. We don't know what the snake woman's plan is. 'The one who lost elo himself."

Irwan exhaled a long breath. Not willing if Rita leaves him. Just imagining it had already made his mind run amok.

"Yes, I'm back." Irwan spoke in a soft voice. Stepping gontai left Chandra still sitting in the iron chair.

****

On the way home. Irwan drove the car below average. Chandra's words spin constantly on the head. Goddamn bum! Irwan. Hate the circumstances that threaten his life with Reka. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a car blocked the speed of his vehicle. Dangan quickly Irwan stepped on the brake pedal and slammed the steering wheel to the left. "Woi! I can drive!"