Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Third chance.

Cruel. When the hands want happiness. But fate is playing again. Flipping through the sorrow of the Design. Just now happy, he now has to let go of all that feeling. Swallowing the bitter pill of life that never acted sweet on her. Should kufur? Should we be angry at God? Or, should you slice your wrist so that it really is gone? No. gabe. Answer no. They dare not challenge God. He was just a wisp of dust that was swayed by the wind. Enjoying the bitter path of life that has been outlined. Desa berbasrah, willing to endless trials.

"You're evil. You're a jerk, mas. You ... you ...." The designer can't finish the oral. The pain made his mouth weaken. I don't know what to say and do. Crying out? Oh, the designer is tired of crying. Why does the water never run out? He wants a rock. He wants to fight the people who hurt him. Butwhy? Why should it be made weak?

Overflowing, chunks of tears Reka soaked the blanket. His voice muffled in the thick cloth that covered his face. Angry and annoyed, jerking Reza's phone in hand. Squeezing a black device that provides information about Irwan's engagement. "Bas evil, just said 'sorry' now even want to get engaged. You really have the heart. There really is no love for me. Do you have no intention of changing and fighting for me?" Reras, Reka's tears are seeping. And the Goddess who was in the room accidentally heard the child's soft murmur.

Do you still love him. He's a criminal, Reka. The goddess exhaled and turned back the body. Leaving a design that seems to take time to own.

Two weeks later.

Walk down the complex streets. Intended to buy vegetables at Asep, a traveling vegetable seller. Asep is still waiting in front.

The plan accelerated his pace, but suddenly stopped his legs when he heard gossip about him. Two mothers were talking without realizing there was a design behind them.

A mother in her fifties with a short, ornate posture nudged her friend who was feeding toddlers. "Eh, you know. The plan was divorced from her husband, you know."

The woman who was nudged immediately closed her gaping mouth. Put the spoon into the bowl when the child is ready to be bribed. "Well, how can you? Why?" Staring seriously at his gibukannya friend.

"Say, the design is cheating. I just took a few times to squirm the man visiting his house. But that man is definitely not her husband."

"Ah, who really?"

"Ye .. don't believe it. I'm a witness." The mother dressed in orange shrugged her shoulders then crossed her arms at the chest. "The rich woman is not really her. Bayangin, a cute husband is not that stingy it is still cheating. No shaving. Mine's behavior can be a teacher."

Again, the tears were lured out. But as hard as the heart of the design is resistant so that the water does not plunge. Shame to cry on the streets. Malicious. Just holding on to the sadness is not enough. Now he is told to be ashamed. The world was really cruel to play with him

The plan walked almost half-run. Keep moving forward to your original goal. Meet the Asep mang.

"That's his eyes why, Neng?" asep asked in between his busy activities to put the groceries of Reka into the basket.

Throwing a bitter smile then shook her head slowly. "What the hell, really, Mang."

"Allah, lie it," interrupted someone from the side. Twisting the kale while glancing cynically at Reka. "You messed up 'cause you cheated on me."

Back, Reka's blood rippled violently. But as much as possible he dampened those emotions. Free explains. After all, they had already been contaminated with news that was clearly unfounded. Ha! Cheating, I'd love to have your hair pulled.

"Why diem? Guess I'm real, aren't I?" Whipping, women of the same age Reka scorned in the look in her eyes. The woman they knew was named Nunik. His SD friend who now has two children.

"Of course not." The low voice of someone shocked the two. The sound that makes the feathers Iuduk Reka bristles perfectly. Irwan. Reka called out that name in her heart. Not happy to see Irwan walking closer and embracing him tightly.

"This woman is still my wife. Why should he think of divorce?" Irwan knitted his brows. Staring strangely at Nunik from toe to head.

"But the rumors---"

"It's just gossip. Unreal news that you deliberately rub so that it gets more sip." Grins. Irwan insulted Nunik in the pull of his lips. "Oh, yes. My advice, you better take care of your appearance first. Don't worry about gossip," Irwan said. Without further ado he despised Nunik in front of the mothers who had gathered. Then shamelessly embraces Reka's shoulder, leading her into the car.

"Apaan, anyway." The designer whispered, muffling his voice so as not to concern others.

"Udah, come with me."

Irwan drives at below average speeds. Glancing repeatedly at Reka who threw her face towards the outside of the window. "Have you had breakfast?" Soft-pitched. Irwan opened a chat with his woman. The woman who has filled the whole heart. It was empty when not with him.

Snorting, Reka lazily followed Irwan and only responded to the question with the word, "Udah."

Unable to bear. Irwan pulled his car over the shoulder of the road. The edge of the road is covered with shady leafy trees. Once beautiful, making Reka complacent until unconscious Irwan has opened the seatbealt. Forcibly cupped his face which was originally looking out the window. Irwan pressed the squash of the cheek.

Scrunching his forehead, the design of astonishment. Irwan's bead eyes were so wild. "W-why?" The design opens the mouth with slightly pursed lips. Funny, Irwan smiled at her.

"Mas miss you." Then he landed his lips. Scooping the edge of the mouth the bottom of the design. Sip furiously for rejection. Breathing that hunts, becomes a seasoning of coercion that Irwan does. Design just kept pushing her chest, thrashing. But Irwan even more deepening lu*atan. Pressing firmly on Reka's nape and calling her deeper in the lips that she had longed for. A lump of sweet meat that became opium for him.

Plakk!

Reka's hand floated right on Irwan's left cheek. The fair price that Irwan had to pay for forcing him. "You jerk!" as if Design with glassy eyes. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Staring fiercely at Irwan who was smiling satisfied.

"You're really mean! How you are like this. We're divorced!" Hysterical. The sound of the car echoed in the car. Evaporates anger at Irwan's unwillingness. How could Irwan have kissed her when they were already religiously divorced? Clench your hands and take your eyes off. Letting tears out due to the growing deep-rooted irritation.

"No, Honey." Pulling on Reka's shoulder and seeing clearly the face of the wrath of Reka. "A piece of paper from this religious court can't separate us." Irwan tightly clenched the inscribed paper. Court notification letter for divorce case filed by Reka. "I still love you" he continued. Throw the paper out the window. Back to lock the net of worry with his eyes.

"Give me another chance, emb."