Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Suspicious.

"That's right! Looking to die apparently." Irwan got out of the car. Snarling by tightening the jaw and fingers. Unexpectedly, three burly men got out of the car carrying baseball bats. "Heh, who are you!" the fearless Irwan. Staring nyalang alternately at three men with masked and large bodies.

"Lots of your bacots." Bugh! A fist drifted from the man holding the baseball bat. Hit right on Irwan's jaw until Irwan pushed and fell onto the asphalt. "Hurry up and hold him!" the man orders the other two. Without requiring a lot of time Irwan who has been lying directly signed by the two herds of attackers. Holding firmly Irwan's left and right arms without pity.

"Hey! What do you want!" Irwan struggled to escape the lockdown of two black masked men.

Bugh! Back blows landed in the same place. Making fresh blood flow from the tip of Irwan's left lip.

"What do you really want!" The question came back from Irwan who was already overwhelmed. His sturdy body was incomparable to the two big-looking, muscular people who held it so firmly

"Damn it, what exactly do you want!" Irwan is still angry. Getting hit twice did not dampen the hot blood that had already flowed in his veins. Blood from the father who also likes to behave violently.

"Great as well as your guts. Ha-ha-ha ...." There was a faint laughter from the man before him. The man who hit him without blinking.

"*******! Who are you guys, actually? What do you want!" Irwan was still glaring. Not satisfied because the question was not answered.

"It doesn't matter who we are. Obviously, you have to take care of Reka. He doesn't love you. Someone has that design, you know!" obviously the guy. Roll up his black shirt to the elbow, walking up to Irwan's car and prang! Irwan's car's windshield broke apart, shattered into shambles strewn across the asphalt. Then the baseball bat swung back to the roof of the car until it dented, losing its curve. The rearview mirror did not escape the man's rage. Within a few seconds everything was destroyed. Trimmed glass scattered.

"Damn it! Lepasin no! Irwan returned to thrashing. He's really wrathful. The Lamborghini Aventador's expensive car collection has lost its aesthetic form. Destroyed, dented and impossible to return to full as before.

"It's a warning!" The tone of the voice again cornered Irwan. And before long a handkerchief landed in Irwan's mouth. Irwan fought back. But what power, his vision began to diminish, muddled, blurry and soon darkened. Irwan was unable to maintain consciousness and eventually became unconscious.

****

The hospital VVIP room.

Irwan felt his body as if he was crushed by a huge rock, feeling heavy. However, with sober awareness he tried to open his eyes. Trying to know where it is now.

"Wake up?" ask a woman he knows named Clara.

Irwan groaned slowly. Gathering energy to sit. "Gue's in the hospital, huh?" tanyakanya. Holding the cheek while moving the jaw that feels so painful.

"How can the story be rich gini, anyway." The jasmine that had just entered directly chimed in. Astonished and worried about what happened to Irwan.

"Okay, I don't know either. Suddenly they hit me with bonyok like this" Irwan explained. Trying to get inching, getting out of bed, but his self that is still playing makes him lose his balance and accidentally rest on Clara's body. "Don't wake up yet" forbid Clara with a face that has been blushing. His heart beats like a race. Found Irwan in his arms.

"Mas Irwan!" the newly arrived design.

Seeing such an unpleasant sight made him want to get angry. What's this. Am I jealous? He took a deep breath, controlling emotions he never imagined. He approached Irwan and sat at his bedside. "Mas, why do you think you can be this?" The sound of the design sounded vibrating. He held Irwan's jaw firmly and rubbed it gently.

"Why did you get here? Who would tell?" Irwan asked her questions and asked with their eyes that were already square, full of warmth. Making Clara turn her face away, not liking. Irwan's eyes on him and Riska were completely different.

"Gue called her" Melati said.

"Yes, I can." Melati answered what it is. "The administration will let me take care of it," continued Melati.

****

In room.

The design gently wiped Irwan's bruised face with warm water. Clean up any remaining blood that is still attached. "Why, Mas?" tanyanya. There was something strange about that look. An expressionless look that made him wonder. Is something wrong?

"Darling, have you ever dated?" asked Irwan flatly.

"Never, I just love the bang Aan. And never once intend to date with others." said Reka. Squinting because his wish was never reached because of Irwan.

But Irwan ignored that cynical view. Want to pry more into the past of the woman "Yes never dating?" Irwan forced a smile. "But if that shot you, isn't it?"

"What the hell is that. You suspect me, do you?" The design began to frown and threw the broom he held into the basin, flipping his back to Irwan.

"Living answered. No need to use anger," said Irwan in a flat tone. Put a basin full of warm water on the nightstand and begin to close itself to the body of the designer. Hugging tightly from behind.

"Nothing" replied the designer quickly.

"Think first, hmm ...." Irwan placed his chin onto Reka's shoulder. Inhaling in the scent of roses from the scattered hair.

The designers fell silent for a moment, following Irwan's request to remember. "Nothing, when school used to exist. His name is Dito, an IPS student." The designer said as he turned the body. Cupped both sides of Irwan's cheeks and stared at those eyes intently. "What's really going on?"

Irwan shook his head quickly. Finding there is honesty in the bead of the eyes of the designer makes him expel the suspicion away. Yes, the design is now mine. No one has the right to take this woman. Irwan was full of confidence and immediately recalled Chandra's suggestion. All right, I'd better get her pregnant. Let him not run away from me. Irwan grinned, looking into the eyes of the Reka who had seen him. And uninvited, libido has taken hold of Irwan. Irwan put his face down. Sip quickly lips Reka while unbuttoning his shirt. Playing on the boneless meat that had become opium for him. Deepen the pagutan by pressing the back of Reka's neck. Inserting, winding, channeling an already unstoppable desire.

"Mas, not now. You're still sick," Rejected Design after the subtle collision was over. Pushed Irwan's chest slowly and stood up from the side of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Irwan quick pull wrist Design. The design spun and sat right on Irwan's lap. "The jaw hurts, not Thomas." Irwan spoke while smiling sideways, making Reka frown, confused.

"Thomas?" rework Design.

"Yes, Thomas." Irwan grabbed Reka's hand and led her between her two thighs. And sure enough there's someone standing tall in there.

"Ih, this Mas ...." Suddenly red face. He quickly pulled out his hand and held both sides of his already warm cheeks.

"Come .. emb," he persuaded. "We made a baby deck" he continued.

"Mas Irwan!"