Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Arya

"Basic children don't know themselves!"

Again, Arya growled. The more upset will Irwan's insolent behavior. A child who never behaves politely with him.

"You are Papi's son, Papi's flesh and blood." Piqued. Pushing Irwan's left chest with the tip of his stick. "You should respect Papi more than anyone else" Arya continued. And again with a grin.

Brushed away the wooden stick from his body that had staggered. Sharply locking the eyes of the Papi who was filled with evil aura. "If I could just throw that blood away. I must have done it a long time ago. I'm not proud to have your blood on my veins." Expressionless. Irwan said it was full of emphasis. And of course back to make Arya emotions rise to the crown. He took back his blow. Plakk! Arya's hands were hot, matching the taste on her chest. Clenching fists while tightening jaws. Arya was really angry at Irwan's words.

"Take a lesson to this brat." Glanced at some of his men.

No need to wait long. Four moody men managed to knock down Irwan. Hit and kick Irwan who was already lying on the floor with a curled position covering his head. Heartless. The paid executioners with all their heart do the orders of the salaryman.

Shut up, Irwan doesn't fight. Gaining such physical enrichment made her smile bitterly, invulnerable. His mentality is accustomed. From childhood saw his mother who was also treated harshly. Being hit without being able to defend themselves. Irwan understands his father's temperament. So he broke his battered body. This is not the first time for him. Irwan remembers very well, this is exactly the same way his papa did when he decided to go to college and major in medicine. Opposing Arya's desire forces her to move on with the company.

While from a distance Sumi ran, she sobbed. Dissipating through the legs of the Aryan bodyguards.

"Please, stop, Mr ...." Sumi's voice was soft, vibrating fused with the cry. Hugging Irwan's already weak body. Fresh blood came out from the tips of his lips, nose and also the arms of his poor master.

Arya took a deep breath. Waving his hands to four of his men. Squatting down, facing Sumi's face then seeing Irwan helplessly in the old woman's arms.

"Eat him do not be reckless. Volunteer with the old man." Arya clucked then continued her words. "It's a punishment for a disobedient child. Wanna volunteer? Kill your Papa first."

Arya was unmoved, completely indifferent when she saw the child helpless like that. What is the heart of Arya Tri Widiarto? Stone. I don't know, even the universe can't give an explanation. How can a biological father behave violently in his own flesh and blood. Cruel and heartless.

"You." Arya shouts Irwan's forehead with her index finger. "You are Papi's son. Until at any time will not be able to escape from Papi," he continued. Ruffling with rough Irwan's hair that has been mixed with sand and dust.

Irwan did not respond, only a faint groan came out from his bruised lips.

"Bring it here." Moving four knuckles at one of his men. Arya smiled obliquely with the position still crouching. Before long came someone give thick colored paper, like an invitation.

"Here, your engagement's in two weeks." Throwing the thick paper into Irwan's face that was already tracing blood.

"Invitation?" Sumi repeated the words, confused.

Slowly, Irwan moved his body to sit down. Facing the old man who was already filled with gray hair almost all over the head. "I'm married." With a trembling voice and a crumbling body, Irwan defies Arya's wishes. Want to achieve happiness on their own and in spite of the shadow of men who do not deserve to be called parents.

"The fire doesn't care. After all, you've already kicked your wife out." Meyeringai, scorned Irwan in one lip pull. "Marry this girl. He will help our company" Arya explained, standing to fix her slightly tangled suit.

"No, I love my wife."

Brakhs!

"If you refuse this match. Papi make sure you lose your job and your dignity as a doctor. Remember that!" asserted Arya, then passed away.

****

Iren Residence.

Designs bring her views to the page. Sitting casually on the front porch with a netra served with various trees and flowers. Comfortable with the beautiful garden. Moreover, the structure of the building is so thick with Javanese customs. A cool breeze hits the body because there is no wall there. Luxury house roof joglo. That's the right word for a residence that has been three months of being his protector. Become the most comfortable place for design.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Iren came up with a tray containing two bowls of fruit and two glasses of water. Smile kindly when Reka responds to her speech with her lips curved, drawn upwards.

"I will probably miss this house and Miss Iren" said Reka, welcoming a bowl of rujak that Iren offered.

Sit down, leaning back on the teak chair. Iren looked at the face of Reka. There was a trace of sadness there. "Don't do that, I can't even get here. Semarang is not far away." Iren smiled, but clearly left a tinge of sadness in his shady eyes.

"Yes too, yes, Ma'am." Lip thinning design.

"Where's Jude Ika?" tanyanya. Wailing looking for the figure of Iren's mother. Old women who have given birth to great children like Iren and Eldi. But unfortunately, because of her age, the woman always spent time sitting in a wheelchair. The age factor makes his hearing reduced and vision has also begun to blur. But Ika, still remain friendly to anyone. Design Included. And during his stay there, Reka had always been his nanny. It was never asked, but Reka happily wanted to do it.

"Hum is sleeping" answered Iren, chewing a spoonful of fruit that has been sprinkled with peanut butter.

Silent, both are so solemn to enjoy the fresh fruit combined with chili. Leave a sweet spicy sensation on the tongue.

"What do you think?" Iren asked in between his chews. Make a design that is enjoying fresh food immediately stop the bite, grab a glass of water and drink it up to half. "meaning?"

Iren turned to Reka, looking at the bead of the eyes of the Reka who had moved wildly. "My youngest brother, Eldi. What do you think, isn't she your type?" Jeez, Iren's description made Reka swallow her saliva with great difficulty. He was confused as to how to answer it. "Hm, that ... that ...." Nervous design, holding a strong glass that is still filled with water.

Breathe out, then turn your face forward. "Sorry, you shouldn't interfere." Iren smiled blankly. "It's just, Ma'am wants us to be in-laws" he continued. Honest words that leave a trace of discomfort in the heart of the designer. "That's, that's .. i---"

"Don't think. You don't know you're ready yet" Iren cut. Pull up the hand and hold it tight. "But if you can think, yes. Eldi seems to have a crush on you. That's a lot of savings and turnover, loh. I'm rich, Mr. Takur, he's got land everywhere." Said in a joking tone. Iren carved a smile, but still not the relief that Reka felt.

Before long, enter Eldi's Avanza's car. Stop right in front of the terrace.

"Is he ready?" asked Eldi, walking closer towards Reka and Iren stood up.

"Yes, it's already."

Aji ran small, taking a step closer to Reka. Hugging the waist of the design tightly. "Tante, I'll be there, don't forget to call Aji, yeah." Speak with glassy eyes, making Reka can not dispel sadness. He wiped away the tears on Aji's puffed cheeks and tried to hold back the water in his eyes.

"Yes, Auntie promise." Reka let go of Aji's wielder and started crouching, hugging the filled body warmly. "Don't be naughty. Follow Bude Iren's advice." Forcing a smile and trying to soft nose aji.