Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Storms

Two months after the attack.

Irwan, who was still curious about the perpetrator, continued to look for traces. Unfortunately, there was no clue at all. Everything they have arranged, from dashcam to CCTV TKP, everything is gone. They did it in a planned manner. Packed neatly until the authorities were unable to sniff their existence. Even Doni, whom Reka calls his admirer, is not a suspect. Doni has long been married and settled in the United States. Then who are they? Irwan pulled his hair, frustrated. Throwing his back on the back of the rattan chair, staring blankly at the starless night sky.

"Mas, what's on the balcony alone?" ask the new designer. Disperse the burden-filled daydream that was in Irwan's mind.

Since then, the feeling of suspicion has always existed. Though he had tried to establish the heart that Reka was his wife, his own, and would never do contempt like Siska. A woman who has broken her conscience and empathy. But still, Irwan was always hesitating. Siska's story always follows the goodness of Reka.

"What the hell, sweetie." Irwan pulled Reka who was standing next to him. Directing the slender waist was sitting onto the lap, hugging tightly from behind, as if not wanting Reka to disappear.

"Are you happy living with me?"

Suddenly the question came from Irwan's lips. Words that are able to wake up in the heart of Reka. Make the tongue Itchy design to say 'yes.'

"Why is that?" Design diverts questions. Prestigious to admit that he had been fascinated by Irwan's kindness. Trapped in the love of the cruel man he once hated to the bone.

"No, I'm just afraid you're leaving."

Degh's! The heart of the design is back. Make the tip of the lips can not not be lifted. The pale face that used to always decorate the skin of the face of the design, now disappeared somewhere. Change color to red, blushing and pulsating. Irwan is good at making smooth cheeks The design blooms wide.

"What exactly are you doing, Mom?" The designers tried to turn themselves around, but Irwan wouldn't allow it. He increasingly hugged the possessive waist of Reka while drowning the face. "Stay like this?" he said with a typical baritone voice. A low voice that feels sexy in the hearing senses.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here with you." The design is full of sincerity. There is no reason to leave Irwan who has done it well, loved him and also spoiled him. The deeply embedded wounds have been uprooted to the roots. Replacing with beautiful flowers. Flowers that Irwan always watered with attention and also affection. I don't regret giving you a second chance, Mas Irwan. Maybe this is God's way for us to correct the mistakes of the past, the inner designer. Rubbing Irwan's hand rider slowly.

Silent, the atmosphere was quiet again. Both of them were busy exploring their minds. Irwan tried to believe the words of Reka, rejecting the bad thoughts that approached.

While Reka, trying to regulate the mind, calms the libido that suddenly appeared, a strange desire since a week ago. Feelings of wanting to be noticed and felt. He is addicted to Irwan's performance which always successfully makes his knees vibrate. Crazy, why am I being so perverted. Conscious Reka, aware! The design closed the eyes. Enjoy the sweep of the night wind that hit his thin body. Inhaling the cold air produced by the rest of the rain this afternoon.

"Mas ..." Call Reka.

Irwan responded to the call by moving his head. Signs that he is listening to the words of Reka.

"I want to know about your father" said Reka. Successful words make Irwan straighten his head and turn the body of the Design, facing him.

"Don't talk about that." Irwan said in a dislike voice. His face was covered with vinegar. There was an aura of hatred in his brown bead of eyes. "understand!" continued Irwan. Shifting views as code so that Reka does not talk about the figure.

"Alright," replied the designer softly. Disappointed, even though he felt his relationship with Irwan was so good. But unexpectedly, Irwan's reaction was so reversed with his expectations.

****

Her morning.

"Why you?" ask her gently, touching Reka's forehead with the back of her hand. "Not hot, really. Do we need to go to the hospital?" Irwan's expression turned frantic. It wipes the sweat of corn that comes out of the pores of the skin Design. Feeling astonished, the body of Reka at normal temperature, but his body released a lot of sweat. "We're going to the hospital, now."

"No need, Mom." The designer said slowly, blinked many times and then twisted his body. Look at her husband's appearance. Neat, long-sleeved shirts that have been rolled up to the elbow.

"Just get in the wind, really. Maybe because of the delay outside," he added, thinning the lips. Grateful Irwan treated her so well.

"But it"

"Udah, don't worry," cut the design. Change position, sit down. Locking her husband's already foggy eyes. "I'm not pa-pa, really."

Irwan exhaled a long breath. Ruffling the heads of the designers and smiling bitterly. "Alright, if there's anything tell me, ma'am." Smacking the forehead The design then turns to the lips. "Mas left first," said Irwan who immediately responded Reka with a smile. "Be careful on the road."

Shortly thereafter, Sumi entered with a tray containing sandwiches and warm tea. Put the luggage on the nightstand and wake the mistress wrapped in thick cloth.

"Madam, here's breakfast" Sumi said.

"Emb, later yes, Bik. I'm gonna take a break for a second." The design tightens the bandage. "And also don't call 'Mistress, ' 'there's no one else here" added Reka.

The cold heat that hit the body makes the eyes that were already bright, back dim. The drowsiness is very terrible, beating hunger, even though the sun has revealed a bright light.

Sumi thinned her lips, spread herself beside the bed, touched her forehead with the back of her hand. "Ndok, when was the last time you came to the moon?" The mother's gentle and loving voice made Reka open her eyes quickly. Saw Sumi who was already staring at him.

"Why, Bik?" The designer asked back. Correct the position by sitting leaning on the head of the bed. Trying to twist the memory of when she menstruates. "I guess this month hasn't, yet" replied Reka expressionlessly. However, not long after the face that had been flat, changed completely, the pupils of the eyes of Reka widened, before long the two ends of his lips were pulled upwards. "Am I pregnant?" ask with enthusiasm. Engraved a fluffy smile on his colorless lips.

****

Afternoon.

With a pale face, Reka waited for Irwan's presence. Sit on the front seat with my eyes. Resist the disappointment because the fetus is not in his womb. I'm too baper. The design is deep, rubbing his stomach still flat.

Before long, Irwan's car arrived followed by Chandra's Ferrari. With a quick step Irwan approached Reka who was standing on the terrace of his house. Grasping a strong brown envelope.

"Mas is already pu---"

Plaakk!

A hard slap landed on Reka's cheek. The hands that Irwan had never done for almost eight months.