Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Lara Irwan

Siska clucked, annoyed. Then stand back. "The wrong thing is you. You don't trust your wife. Just a few photos I sent. You are immediately provoked. Huh! Is that what you call love." Siska sneered at Irwan without any burden. He also walked back. Surrounding Irwan's body and looking at him with an eager gaze.

"I did plan it with Dion. I've been after you guys for a long time. And it seems like God is on my side. We were so easy to fool your wife that she took a sleeping pill and we rolled it all out." Grinning, Siska again continued the word, "Am I not smart."

Irwan. Siska's ways were truly unimaginable. He even accused the non-Reca. Shit, I'm a fool.

"Come on. Honestly speaking. You don't love her, do you?" Whispering quietly then pull Irwan's trouser belt until their bodies are attached. "Forgot him, and come back to me" he said again and immediately got a jubilee in his hair that was broken.

"Don't dream." Pushing Siska to stagger, hitting the wall.

"Women demons like you don't get second chances." Sarchic. Irwan pulled next to his lips. Ignoring Siska who complains because of her rude behavior.

"Huh, demon?" Siska repeated Irwan's words.

"Aren't you like that, too. If I'm a demon, then what are you? A devil? Demon king or the god of the jinn? Don't fuck Irwan." Siska chuckled then continued saying, "You are rude, callous and emotional. So, I think we're a good match."

Irwan did not respond, because he was like that. And it was because of that bad bet that Reka left him without any intention of returning.

Siska again groans Irwan's body from behind. Squeezing Irwan's chest muscles blocked the shirt. "Come on, we start over" he whispered sensually. Unbutton his shirt and dip his fingers.

Glegs! Irwan gulped quickly. Little tempted. But the brain is still reminded until he is conscious and holds Siska's wrist firmly. "Don't hope!" Irwan glaring. He forced the woman's body out of her room. Keep pulling without caring about Siska who screamed in pain, until finally they arrived at the door.

"Now go! Or I-i-"

"Or what, what?!" Siska. Shame to be treated like that.

"Or I'll spread your vidio to the bule man" threatened Irwan with an index finger a moment from Siska's nose.

"V-vidio?" repeat Siska with trembling lips. The once-great guts were now as small as dust.

"Yes, Vidio. Do you not know. Before I went back to Indonesia, I installed CCTV in our room." Irwan. His heart grew even more furious considering the past incident. "So now go. Don't bother my life anymore. Never disturb my home. Or you will no longer be able to lift up that hypocritical face of yours to this world. Basic cheesy!"

****

Three months later.

The hospital canteen.

Irwan was stirring his coffee slowly. Stirring continues even though the black drink has lost its warmth.

"Hey, what daydream?" someone said from behind, patting him on the shoulder.

"Eh, elo, Ra." Smiling clumsily. "Let's sit down," he bargained at Clara, pointing at the long chair that was in front of him.

Clara sat down and placed the iced tea glass she brought on the table. "Thinking Design?" ask again.

Irwan took a deep breath, then wiped his coffee. "Yes, he hasn't been home for three months."

Irwan again gave a long sigh. "Udah, but they don't seem to know this story." Back up the coffee. "Where is he ...." Lirih, Irwan's voice was completely full of despair.

Grasping Irwan's hand and saying softly, "Calm down, wherever he is. I'm sure he'll be fine." Clara thins lips. Forming a smile that ignites Irwan's turmoil.

"Ekhem ekhm ekhem." A person thundered many times from the side. Makes Clara let go of her grip and feel her cheeks tighten. "What the hell, Mel? If it hurts again, the mask is dipake." Clara said, trying to neutralize the atmosphere. Moreover, looking at Melati's gaze as if she was introgating him.

"By what?" Jasmine sat down without welcome. Staring at Irwan's disheveled face then squinting his eyes. "Surely because of Design," guessed Melati. And the silence of Iwan and Clara seemed to agree with his words.

"Udah, really. Ikhlasin. Maybe he found a new guy. A loving man, who does not suspect and certainly loves him as he is. There's nothing." Melati. Alluding to Irwan who had his face splashed with vinegar.

Irwan did not respond. It was the long sigh that again came out from his lips. As proof that he was truly sorry. Irwan turned his eyes. Look at the entrance. Looking at the busy people passing by and out of the canteen. "Maybe he had an accident, then forgot his memory. Ah, I'm going crazy." Irwan ruffled his hair that had started to grow long.

Melati clucked in wonder then shook her head in disbelief. Irwan whom he knew of a rational figure became a fool in an instant. "That's impossible. If he had been in an accident, his parents would have known. And if he's amnesiac, that's good. So, she can dyed elo and knit new sheets." Again, Melati quipped. Inexhaustibly checkmate his own friend. Pissed off? Yes, Melati is upset. As a woman, she was called to defend others. Feel the pain of baseless accusations. Especially to drop talaq. Really, Melati hates Irwan a lot. If not his little friend. It was certain that he would help Reka skin Irwan, then sink his carcass to the bottom of the ocean.

"Ck, yeah. I'm pulling it out." Jasmine up from the chair. Passed away from Clara and Irwan.

Silent, the atmosphere of the boisterous canteen seemed not to enter the senses of Irwan and Clara. Clara, who has long liked Irwan, stared fixedly at the face of her dream man up close. I don't want to waste the time available.

While Irwan, still thinking about Reka. Where he is, how he is, how he is and so on. Not expecting the figure of Reka to completely dominate the mind. He who had always thought love had disappeared from him. Now start to realize. That he had loved Reka. The weak woman but becomes her amplifier. Design home.

"There's something I can help you with." Clara reopened the conversation. I wish Irwan would look at her. I don't like to see Irwan's face from the side. Yeah, even if it looks good in Clara's eyes.

"Thank you, Ra. I can take care of my own home."

The dorrr!

Clara's heart was shot. Turn off his spirit to get Irwan. Disappointed, Irwan still considers Reka his wife. Though he really hopes Irwan can forget about Reka and welcome her feelings.

****

In mansion.

Irwan frowned, seeing so many cars lined up in his yard. Trying to remember if he had any guests today. Shakes slowly, then pinches his temple. "Whose car is this? Feelings no longer waiting for guests." Irwan drove his car into the garage.

"Master, I-it .. it exists ...." Sumi looks troubled continuing oral. Scrimping his fingers tightly.

"Who, Bik?" irwan asked, but Sumi had not yet answered Irwan's eyes had been presented with the back of the human figure he hated the most. Papi's. Irwan tightened his jaw. Approaching the old man who was standing looking at an abstract painting hanging in the living room. Arya Tri Widiarto, the papi whom he had not met for a long time.

"What are you here for?" Cynic, Irwan spoke as if the man was a stranger. Circulating his gaze and seeing so many black-clothed bodyguards standing inside his house.

Arya turned her body and immediately floated her hot hand to Irwan's left cheek. "Basically the child does not know profit!" the hardship is full of anger. Staring sharply at Irwan who was grinning because of his slap. "You can get married without telling me, Papi you are." Loud. Arya's voice made Irwan's ears ring for a moment.

Irwan collected the saliva and threw it away, spitting out the blood that had accumulated in the mouth due to the blow. "Cute, what for? Why would I tell you, Dear Mr Arya Tri Widiarto?" Challenging with a puffed up chest.