Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

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Crumbed. Irwan felt the internal organs of his stomach like squeezed. Unbearable pain due to the shaking. Not to mention the face that was also throbbing was hit by kicks from the men of his father's man. Fate is very good at life. The heartless Irwan is turned into a victim. As if the sky still has sky. Irwan is cruelly persecuted by his own father. A really complicated family.

Resting the body on the living room sofa. When Sumi treated him as a patient. Receiving the touch of an old woman's hand that cared so much about her.

"Ow, slow down, Bik." Irwan jumped smoothly when Sumi put a cotton wrapped in betadin on her slightly torn temple.

Sumi flinched for a moment, then smiled. Trying to neutralize his emotions. Calms the sadness that arises from the pain that afflicts the employer. "Alright," said Sumi. Re-attach the medicinal liquid to the injured part of Irwan's face slowly.

The atmosphere was silent, the other servants could only peek out from behind the closet. Watching his haughty master become a patient.

Irwan who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed again remembered the fatwa that his papi said. Why is it like this? Open your eyes and glance at the paper lying on the floor not far from his sitting position. "Bik, please get me that."

"Good, Sir."

After all, Irwan's eyes bought perfectly when he knew his name was really listed there. Especially with the name of the girl he knew. Clara Bramanty.

"Rome." Scrunching his forehead, covering the brown paper and then throwing it away. How could my life be so runnyam?

"Norh ...." Irwan pulled his hair with one hand. While the other hand held Sumi's wrist which was treating her wound. "Enough, Bik."

Anger, regret and frustration converge. Tightly intertwined as if not to let Irwan calm down. Himself who is restless looking for the existence of the wife is now increasing. Strange, everything's getting smoother. Irwan's mind again raged when he remembered the threat of the father. How could she be engaged to another girl while her status was still Reka's husband. Moreover, his prospective fiancee is Clara. Oh myGod. What is this experiment? Exhaling a rough breath then closing the eyes. Think of the quickest solution to the problem.

"Yes, I need to talk to Clara. This engagement can't happen."

Grabbing a cell phone from a pants pocket. But had not had time to press Clara's number, a message entered her phone. The writing is getting more and more draining of his head. A news that he had been waiting for a long time but did not have a good impact on his household life. He quickly pressed the number of someone from his phone screen.

"Chan, anterin me to Jogja. Now!"

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Ady Gustiawan Residence.

The whitewashed living room has been a witness to the pouring of all the quiet nestapa. Overflow all the wounds buried deep. Tells a story that desperately hold the designer until they let themselves jump into the fire pit that Irwan created. But whatever the power, man only plans and God makes. The sacrifice of the design is not worth the result. He was still hurt even though he was happy. With a sobbing Reka told me everything. The story of grief that made her cry and the mother fused, tightly coupled to make incision after incision in both pairs of netra Ady and Eldi. The mother and son hugged each other, sitting on the floor. It brings sadness and regret.

"I'm sorry, Brother." The voice of the Goddess was truly shrill. Swiping his son's vibrating back. A feeling of regret for his decisions in the past burst into his chest. Capping the waves that easily break the rocks on the beach. Not expecting, Irwan the dream daughter-in-law could do cruel to his eldest son.

While Ady, can not say. He just sits down on the couch. Feeling guilty for not knowing his daughter-in-law's temperament. Wanting to be angry, Ady was so angry when remembering Irwan's sweet treatment of Reka and also them. But in vain, he is also responsible for the suffering that afflicts his son.

Everyone sat quietly at the dining table. Designs that have lipas eyes still have to fill the energy. Yes, although viewed strange by his two younger siblings.

While Eldi, calmly recounted his past. About him who was widowed after the child was born. How is his personal life and family. And Reka was silent. Assuming the story of Eldi because for three months living with Iren, he followed the movement of Eldi when educating Aji. Good man, that's the nickname that Risa pinned on Eldi. A figure that is never rude, even though the child is often emotionally draining. Eldi also recounted how close his relationship was to Rianti's husband.

"Huddenly unexpected. Eldi's son is the same as Ardi." The goddess thins the lips. So grateful that someone took care of Reka. Moreover, the helper was good friends with his second son-in-law.

Chugging the water nearby, looked at the mother of Reka who was already staring in the shade at him. "Yes, Aunt."

"Don't call Aunty, just call me Mother."

Smiling a snail, Eldi nodded.

They continued to eat dinner. Dinner after the storm. Before long, everyone heard a commotion in the courtyard.

Irwan walked over with a stagger. Bowing to hold the stomach that is still dark. "Om, Auntie, Design, please open the door." Still knocking with the back of the backrest on that door. Powerless, but he had to keep trying to keep that door open. Not just the wooden door. He also had to knock back the door of the heart of Reka and her family. "Darling, bucain."

Miris, Chandra rubbed her face with one hand. Helping his best friend stand up and helping to bang strong so that the door opens.

Creats.

Open, a purple-painted woman with bunned hair opened the wood leaf. Looked hard at them. "You." Snarl. The goddess pressed her voice so as not to bully. Hot, his heart suddenly hot to see a despicable son-in-law standing in front of his house.

Paralysing feet. Irwan knelt down holding his stomach. Holds his face and holds the hand of his mother-in-law. "Please let me see Reka."

Clucked. The goddess shook Irwan's hands without pity and ruffled her waist. "You are doing it again! Not satisfied you tortured him." Loud, the voice of the Goddess finally came out loud. Make all residents flocked out.

Irwan quickly shook his back to grab those wrinkled hands. "No, Aunt. I'm here to apologize. So, can I meet Reka. I want to refer to." Weld. What a very sad sight. The blue face plus there was a little water stuck in the sharp eyes of the son-in-law, uh no, exactly former daughter-in-law.

Irwan looked back and found that Reka had stood not far from the Goddess.

"Dear, Honey." Stand up and walk quickly into the house without excuse. Grabbing the skinny body of the woman he had long missed. "I'm sorry. You're okay, aren't you?" Let go of the hug and look at the face of Reka with a feeling of relief.

"No, I can't go back. My idaho is over. So now we're not husband and wife anymore. So it's better now you're home." Flat. The plan voiced its decision without stammering. His intentions are round to escape from Irwan's life.