Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Talak one

"Basic women jala*g! How dare you trick me!" Irwan. Pointing hatefully at the Reka who was holding her cheek. "From now on, we're divorced. I don't want to see you again! Get the fuck out of my house!

Jederr!

Seemed struck by lightning, Reka's heart weakened, suddenly stopped pumping blood. The man was silent, thinking hard. Seeking the meaning of Irwan's words that have no beginning but end in disaster. A divorce? Oh my God, a word that Risa never wanted in her new household nibble for corn. The sacred words he never imagined were thrown from the man who had stolen his heart.

Without being able to hold, the water flow out profusely, passing through the skin of the cheeks that are already pink, sore. But even more hurt his heart was torn because of Irwan's accusation. With trembling Reka grabbed the owner of the hand. Clasped, staring questioningly at the person who gave off a ray of hatred. "Mas, what's my fault? Why suddenly the"

Again, the oral Reka was not complete because Irwan first brushed off his hand. Push the body until staggered backwards.

"Don't touch me!" Irwan's voice was really thunderous. Sumi and the other domestic assistants scatter to the terrace to find out what happened.

"Please, Mas. Where is my fault?" Lirih, the sound of Reka fused with the sobbing. Still trying to get close to Irwan and grab that hand. The hand that used to be fondling her. The hands are sturdy which provide protection as well as comfort. But the hand is now back to its original form. Rough and heartless.

Irwan squealed, staring in disdain at the Reka who was asking for an explanation. "You don't know what to pretend to beg*k." Irwan gave a sharp look. Then laughed blandly, mocking Reka.

"Yes, I'm the fool, I can be fooled by your innocent face." Re-release Reka's grasp.

"I don't know, Mommy." Tangis Reka broke. Making Irwan more and more black.

"Basic hypocrite!" Irwan was furious, moving quickly wanted to return to blow. But luckily, Chandra confronted him, pulling Irwan strongly back.

"Let's just be calm, this issue can be discussed very well." Chandra mediates. Still clutching Irwan's wrist.

"Damn it, let's not!" Irwan brushed off Chandra's hand. "What else to explain. He was clearly cheating. This is real evidence that he's just v*ng." Irwan threw a rough brown envelope at the face of the designer. Along with the exit of the contents of the envelope that makes Reka's eyes widen perfectly.

"I-this .. This is not true, this is slander. I've never been like this." The designer hurriedly grabbed Irwan's hand. Ignoring the fear of blows. He was more afraid if bad thoughts possessed Irwan even deeper. The designer knelt down, looking at Irwan's eyes which were still misty of hatred. "I've never slept with another man, Mom." The design discards the photo paper that is in hand. It appeared that a woman who looked like her was in the chest of a tattooed man whose head was not visible.

"Defamation?" Irwan laughed again. Squatting, flanking firmly both cheeks reka with one hand. "I made sure of it. It's real, Reka. How far are you going to fool me, cih!" Irwan spit, fed up. Releasing his grip violently.

"Say! Who's he!" Irwan. Three seconds later, the flower fitting on the table was already scattered, lying irregular.

"A-I .. I don't know, M-mas." Stuttering, Reka tried to speak withstanding the overwhelming fear. Irwan is really windy. Not even the servants and Chandra dared to approach. Just to say 'calm' they don't have the guts.

"Well! Don't know." Irwan grew furious, his breathing was also increasingly hunting. Hatred dominates the mind. He clamped back the bruised cheek of Reka.

"Say! Who is he and since when?" Irwan's hands turned to hair. Make a face water The patient design looks up. "Well, when I went to the seminar a month ago, yes!"

Irwan. Ignoring groans. The extreme disappointment blinded the eyes of the heart. Make him forget the promise he made to the designer. The promise will make the girl happy, will take care of her, responsible until she dies.

"Basic bitch." The design fell down, pushed Irwan until his forehead hit the edge of the table.

"Go from here! Or I won't hesitate to hurt you any worse." Irwan passed carrying a burst of emotion on his chest. He slammed the door with all his might. Let the design rest on the porch floor porslen. No mercy, no love, no love. He forgot his gratitude for having a design. Forgetting all his imagination about the happy family that many children have.

Oh my God, what is this ordeal? Breathe heavily and then exhale quickly. Trying to stand on elbows on a glass-bottomed iron table. Glance at the indecent photo sheets lying not far from him.

"Mrs ...." Sumi helps Reka to stand up. Removing Reka's tears even though her eyes also let out a chunk of water. "Why is this so?" continued. Slowly lead Reka to sit on the iron chair. Then slowly wiping the temple The design that bleeds.

"You just calm down. Let me talk to Irwan, ", sidelines Chandra, pity.

"What's really going on, sir?" ask Sumi while standing up. Staring intensely at Chandra, asking for an explanation.

"Let's know, Irwan came to my office. He said he wanted to confirm the photos he received at the hospital. And what he wants to make sure is yes .. the photo," said Chandra, pointing to several sheets of images that are uneven, irregular.

"I-it's .. it's not me" said Reka. Trying to resist, but soon he returned as he pleased. He was completely cornered. How can I be sure that it's not him. While Irwan has come to the experts.

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The design runs slowly down the city that has been shrouded in mega twilight. Relying on flip-flops, he again bears a burden that he cannot share with others. How could he tell his family that he had been stabbed? The disappointed expression of the parents made Reka undo her complaint. Choosing to devote everything to the Khaliq.

The voice of Azan was also heard. The plan accelerated the steps towards the mosque not far from him. Stepping wide by holding back hunger is also thirst that begins to slit. He does his duty as a people. The whack of temptation does not dampen the faith of the Reka. He was even more convinced, God gave him the temptation to lift his degree, later.

When you finish greeting.

"Dec, what's wrong with you?" ask a middle-aged woman who is still using mukena. "Your face is pale, are you sick?" added again. Shake the face and fold it.

"I'm fine." Designs carve smiles. Open the face and fold it.

"Who's here?" ask the woman again. Unbelieving, more precisely walanghati because the appearance of the design is quite alarming. Pale face and puffy eye bags. Moreover, the lips of the design that vibrates smoothly make it even more afraid when something happens.

"Alone" replied Briefly. "Then I go first, yeah." Moving design. But unfortunately the view of the design began to blur, head dizzy and soon the net could not catch any light other than dark. The designer is still trying to wake up. But for free, the balance of the body is lost in one second. The design eventually collapsed, unconscious.