Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Dion and Aji

The Irwan mansion.

The sky has shown a dark color. The cold wind also enveloped the night that had already come. Not to mention the earthy sound of lightning from a distance vaguely entered into the sense of hearing. Klop, natural symptoms that mediate silence in Irwan's palace. The luxurious mansion that used to be busy with servants preparing dinner, was now deserted. Everyone dared not make a sound. Even just stepping, they were on their tiptoes. Afraid that the master will go back to rage.

The jedar!

The sound of lightning sounded thunderous. Near, so loud. To admire the empty souls of men. Before long, come down the big rolling water. Making Sumi who was worried about the state of the mistress to be many times. Especially outside, it is raining very hard.

Duh, Gusti .. protect Design. Sumi satin with a feeling of misgivings. Pacing in front of Irwan's closed room door.

"How's it?" sumi asked when she saw Chandra coming out of the room.

Chandra shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. "Free. He's stubborn." Then grabbed the keys of his car lying on the teak sideboard not far from Sumi standing up. "I'm going home, Bik." Speak with disappointment.

Before long, the lightning returned to show its strength. Making Sumi tiptoed in shock and without a second thought directly opened the door of the room. In his brain was only filled with Design. To hell with Irwan who's been missing.

"Go!" Irwan's loud voice welcomed Sumi's presence. But Sumi doesn't care. He continued to step steadily to set foot into a room that was already in disarray. Glass shards and furniture crumbs seemed to be a red carpet for him. Sumi continued forward, approaching Irwan who was on a backrest on the wall of the room. Selonjor legs with disheveled hair. Not to mention the fresh blood dripping from the skin of his knuckled knuckle. Terrible and chaotic.

"Master, please find madam. Kasian him, outside the heavy rain," said Sumi, weeping.

However, Sumi's request was met with disgust from Irwan. He took out a cigarette lying near his thigh. I started the fire with trembling hands. "No need! Ja*ang like him should be living on the street." Sarkis, expressionless, but clearly still lingering flames of anger in her brown eyeballs.

"But she's your wife. Aren't you kasian?" sumi said in a different tone than before. There is nothing more in that intonation. "He left without money and cell phone. Are you that loaf. What if he had an accident. What if he faints. He's sick again."

Irwan moved from his seat. Stand close to an old woman who may be the same age as her mother if she is still alive. "Why did Bik Sum defend him? Why?!" Irwan shouted, letting out his unfinished emotions. He stepped on a new cigarette with his shoes. Strong, representing his self-esteem that has also been stepped on.

"Bibik's color knows he's not like that." Staring unobtrusively, as if facing a child. The child who must be quickly awakened from the madness that is afraid will lead to regret.

Irwan laughed blandly. "Don't trust the outer form, Bik." Loosen the tie that is still wrapped around the neck.

"Why not?" Nara interrupted without fear. He came with both shoulders slightly wet from the rain. He who just came from the supermarket did not know about the existing problems. But for sure, the design is not what Irwan accuses. "Sister Designa is not that kind of woman," he continued with teary eyes. He hugged Sumi's fat body from the side.

"You know what you are!" hardik Irwan's. Pointing angrily at Nara as if ready to eat her alive.

"Because I'm always with him. So how could he possibly cheat." Still with a brave look. Makes Irwan more emotional. Irwan walked towards the nightstand and grabbed a photo stored in his laptop bag. Throwing the picture paper in Nara's face.

"Look around, and open your eyes. Look really at the behavior of the woman you consider holy" Irwan said. Turn your body and walk back to them. "I've even gone to a telematics expert to make sure. What more evidence is needed?!"

Shaking Nara ventured, crouching to grab the paper that he said 'proof' it. "I-it's .. It's not, it's Dion." Stand up quickly. Full of confusion in her small eyeballs.

The jedar! Lightning reverberated in the sky.

"Yes, I'm sure it's Dion's. I've seen her undress once and this tattoo is exactly the same as the one I saw" Nara explained. Words that make Irwan back angry. "Where is that jerk?"

"So early in the morning the permit came out, but until now it has not come home" replied Sumi.

Irwan also set his feet wide. Looking for evidence of Dion and Reka's affair. But free, no trace. The room where Dion lived was already neat. No clothes or anything. It was as if there was never life there.

Again, with a rush step Irwan back to walk. Entering his study upstairs and looking for Dion's cover letter. Damnit damnit! Dare, you. Squeezing and clenching HVS paper with Dion information data.

****

"Bude ... Bude, Aunty Reka's awake."

The faint sound of a small child penetrates into the hearing senses of Reka. Slowly the design reaped the consciousness that was still being manned. Glued over and over again, recognizing where it is now.

"You're awake." The soft voice of a person resuscitates the reverie reverie. He saw a middle-aged woman walking up to him.

The plan slowly moved from its position. Sit down, respect the kind woman who helped him. The woman at the mosque who had talked to him before ended up fainting. "Where am I?" The designer again circulated the view in the room he had just seen for the first time. Confused, frowning, realizing there was an infusion tube stuck in the wrist.

"Now you're in my house." Smiling friendly. Hold hands warmly. "Calm down, you're okay now."

"But I--"

"Come, Dad. Cepetan, pretty aunt is awake." Again, the voice of the little boy again diverts the design. He did not have time to finish the speech because he was first curious about the figure of the owner of the voice.

Design a gaze toward the door, and within seconds, the face of the Design is unreadable. Stunned, realizing the two figures of people who had just entered. Ajj ... Eldis. The woman called that name in her heart.

"That's right, Dad. Aji did not lie," said Aji as she let go of Eldi's hand and ran, hugging Reka. "Tante, don't get sick anymore, yeah."

Throw down, the tears fell unannounced. How can a child be so attentive to himself. And Irwan? The husband that he considered his world, could destroy everything. Dreams are also dreams that Irwan always whispers. You bad guy.

The design wiped away the tears that made the three people there look at each other.

"Tante why cry? Don't be sad ...." Reapplying on the cheeks of the Reka who returned in the flow of tears. Quick flanged design. Cupping Aji's puffed cheeks with both hands.

"No, my aunt is not sad. Even Auntie is happy to see you." The design took a deep breath. The tongue really drains energy.

"Why so cry? It must be the same, yeah." Pointing to the lips and forehead of the blue design. "Here, let Aji blow." Blowing slowly. "Usually when Aji jatoh, Bude Iren's dad likes niupin. He said let the spleen heal," continued Aji with a fluffy smile.