Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Siska again

Sorry sodara. I old can just up. Child.again fussing. So jan ngambek. I am up 2 chapters at once.

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"Basic jerk!" Eldi's jaw tightened, a sigh of anger had risen into the crown. "How can you keep something this big a secret, Rise." Get out of bed and step back and forth in the room. He was angry, did not accept anyone who was so hearty to torture his own wife. Whatever his faults, beating is not the right way. Especially for Irwan who is highly educated and famous as a good man. "That's right!" curse again. Eldi's teeth were churning. Imagining just how hot Irwan was torturing Reka, the higher his frustration became. Ah, if Irwan were there. We can be sure of a bloodbath.

While Iren, embracing the Design who was crying as much as she could. "Already, relax. Everything's gonna be okay." Stroking hair Long design. Later then.

turn your eyes towards Eldi. Giving a shady look at the sister who was riding apitam. "And you, don't be like that. Everything has happened" said Iren mediated. Do not want to continue the chatter that will certainly dig deep festering wounds Reka.

Eldi sat back down, and Reka slowly started to calm down.

"So, what's your plan? What about your family?" Iren asked, gently. Still hugging the skinny body of Reka with love.

Design released a hug, looking at Iren who was already looking at her. "Come, Ma'am. I'm still confused. But obviously, I want to keep this a secret first. I'll definitely tell them. But not now." The plan returned to wiping her tears. The heart will rise from the fall. It was free to think of Irwan repeatedly incising wounds in the same place. Although it's because of love. But Reka was sure, time would cure everything.

"Then stay here."

"No, Ma'am. I can't stay here." Refuse politely. Glanced at the glance of Eldi who was sitting restlessly on the sofa. "I'm a newly-worn woman. So it's not like you want to live in a house with a man who is not a mahrom" he continued. Twisting the ends of clothes. Afraid that Iren was offended by her words.

Iren chuckled for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Calm down, Eldi never sleeps here. It's just me and our mom."

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Irwan's like losing his sanity. Last night rubbed the contents of the city that was rained without rest. His mind was really messed up, afraid that if Reka really left him. He even asked Chandra for help and hired some private detectives. But free, the sky seemed to defy his wishes. The vanished design carries a wound.

"Ah, fuck shit!" Hit the steering wheel many times. His red eyes were still looking around the road. The road he knew how many times he had passed. Irwan was so upset, realizing how foolish he was to doubt the loyalty and sacred love his wife gave him. Love that has sprouted long, now dies due to its own actions.

Her morning.

Irwan entered his residence with staggering steps. Dragging your feet to a well-organized room again. He was tired, his eyes were soft, his face was also haggard. Inevitably, how could he possibly be fooled by a driver named Dion? Ah, goddamn. More precisely named Bambang, a con man who has been out of prison since adolescence.

Irwan put his tall body on a big size mattress. The bed and also the design. The most comfortable place for him because there is always a design there. But now, deserted, only regret remained. Irwan immerse his face in that soft bedsheet. Kissing inside, hoping to find the scent of the Design left behind.

"Darling, I'm sorry ...." Wiry, that voice sounded faint. The voice that yesterday afternoon blared insulted Reka, now slowly full of guilt.

"Reka ... go home. I miss you," he lamented with a smooth shaking shoulder. Then regret is useless. Only pain felt. Blaming himself for his own stupidity.

Irwan fixed his position. Sit on the edge of the bed. "Bas an idiot, a fool, useless," he said, pulling his hair back. Then support his heavy head with elbows. Thinking of ways to find his beloved wife.

Unexpectedly, someone walked into his room without knocking. "Darling, what are you doing there? Wait for me, will you?" said it. The figure of the woman with her hair down spoke confidently. Put on a happy smile when he got a sharp look from Irwan. "Siska!"

"Sorry, Sir. This lady forced her way in" said a servant who was already trembling. Afraid of getting hit by the impolite guest.

"Miss?" Siska flipped over, staring dejectedly at the middle-aged woman who was behind her. "Dengerin is fine, yes. I'm not Miss, but Madam. Because I, Siska Wira Pratama, will be his wife." Smiling cunningly, pointed at Irwan who ignored him. And then walked unhesitatingly toward the man she had labeled as her future husband.

"Why did you come here?" Nonchalantly. Irwan turned his face.

"Don't jutek that, ah. We should be grinning." Wrestling the ear of his ex-lover was without awkwardness.

"Go there! I'm tired." Brushed Siska's hand off her head. Grunting angrily and then moving from his seat, walked towards the long window. Look at the sky that is already bright white.

"Don't that dong, Iaaang." Making a spoiled voice while hugging Irwan from behind. Without shame, without hesitation, he held Irwan's sturdy body tightly. "I miss you." Kissing Irwan's nape leaves a cold and wet sensation. Awakening Irwan's hatred to be many times than before.

"Damn it! Go there!" Releasing Siska's embrace violently and pushing the body of the shameless woman without blinking. Irwan had clearly returned enraged. Staring sharply at Siska who did not heed his words. "Don't bother me" he said with emphasis.

Siska chuckled cleftly, walked away from Irwan and sat on the purple single sofa in the room. "It seems like you're really happy to throw people out. Your wife last night, and now me, your future wife. Do you want to be single until old." Siska said half mockingly. Cross your arms while leaning your back against the back of the sofa. It was like the queen was there. The ruler of the magnificent Irwan palace. "But good too, anyway. I'm glad he's gone. So no one can bother us."

Degh's! Irwan's heart was pumped up fast. Hearing Siska's words of anger had reached its peak. "Satan bitch, you're the mastermind." Walk wide towards Siska. Pulling the woman's wrist firmly until a ringing sound came out of the venomous lips. "You're really outrageous." Snarling, staring at Siska's presumptuous eyes. "Where's my wife!"

"It hurts, Irwan." Hit the back of Irwan's hand, hoping to escape from the grip. "I don't know. Are you not the one who disgraced him. Why am I wronged?" he said, withstanding pain.

"That's because of your ruse!" Still with a beaver tone. Let go of Siska's hand until she sits hard on the porslen floor.