Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Dating.

"A chance? Huh, no!" Removing traces of tears. No, not just tears. He wants to destroy the source. Yes, Irwanlah the pain point. A few days ago maybe Reka was still hoping to get back to Irwan. Wanting a change of attitude and hoping for the maturity of Irwan. But everything is just a fantasy. Irwan is still a forced and selfish.

The plan to give up on love. A feeling that always ends in disappointment. First Andra and now Irwan. Why aren't they so lucky in love? I don't know, it's all just a secret from God. And that's why he gave up. His strength had already drained away just to calm down. Determined, Reka decided to put aside the word love itself. Because he is tired, sticking with God's destiny is not easy. Learn to make peace with reality, but reality can paralyze despair slowly. Simalakama, survive the pain, go more sick.

Pursue. Irwan hugged his skinny woman from behind. "Don't go." Slowly, there was a trace of despair in that tone of voice. The sound that shook the heart of the designer. Wobbled? No, that can't happen.

Meronta design. Want to escape from the embrace also Irwan's grasp. "Please!"

"Don't want to."

"You're crazy." The designer was still trying to break away from the tightness of Irwan's embrace. Moreover, some of the road users were staring strangely at them. 'Unbecoming, ' maybe that's what other people's gazes mean to them.

"Mas, call me 'Mas'. I'm still your husband." Hugging more possessive. Kissing in the neck curvature Design. Irwan smiled, able to breathe back the scent of the body that for months became his spirit.

Snarling, Reka overwhelmed. "You're not a doctor, Irwan. You are a patient. We are no longer husband and wife. Lepasin. I'm ashamed."

Lopsidedly smiles. Irwan turned his body to face him. Locking the eyeballs of the misty-poor design. "That's why don't run away. Come on, come in." Irwan led her back into the car. And the designer will not have to obey. Rather than being looked at ugly by others. God, why is my life full of fruit?

The beach. They end up on the beach. The designer who did not carry a mobile phone and only had his alakadar money in his pants pocket was forced to resign when Irwan brought it. Kidnapped, that seems like the right word for the situation right now

Cupped plan. Letting the face in the wind, inhaling the aroma of the sea and letting the sound of the roar of the waves penetrate the sense of hearing. Calm down? Yes, a little treat the cobwebs caused by Irwan.

"Why so?"

Irwan came with a bag of snacks as well as drinks. Snacks to accompany their late date. Irwan smiled with relief, Reka did not run away when she stayed shopping. Put the luggage and sit next to Reka at the beachside cottage.

The design that snapped in shock automatically opened its eyes. Frowning brows when looking at the item Irwan had bought. "That's a lot, who wants to eat all this."

Irwan thinned his lips. "We."

Cut down, get her eyes off. Seeing the roll of water so fierce hit the beach. Watching the foam break down in the sand.

Silence, both are silent. Only the sound of the waves mediated their silence. Because as usual, they always put their heads first until it did not feel fifteen minutes had passed. And when Reka opened her eyes, snacks were almost eaten by Irwan.

"Laper?" ask Reka, astonished. Irwan's appetite is big but a little different this time. Irwan doesn't eat for days.

Smiling with a mouth full of food. Irwan could only nod slowly. Grab a bottle of mineral water and open it. Encourage the rest of the bread to fill with water that is still not perfectly chewed. "Yes. Haven't eaten from yesterday."

Irwan slid the body, approached, and shamelessly laid his head on Reka's thigh. Stomach-facing. "I'm gonna take a little break here."

Sculpting design. The nervousness suddenly came. It feels like ABG again. The heartbeat began to craze and the cheeks had stiffened when he noticed the handsome face of Irwan. Whatisthis? Why am I salting like this? The plan refused. But the man was already closed first.

The plan looks carefully. This familiar face is wara-wiri in the eyes. Whether it's anger or a smile. It made him feel homesick.

Why is it like this. You threw me away, but why are you so horrible. Take a deep breath. Irwan temple design that still leaves scars there. Touch it slowly. No, I have to be strong. Don't be fooled. This man once promised to be kind. Butwhat? He doesn't even trust me.

Design throwing face. Pulling his hand from Irwan's tapered face.

"Why not continue?" Irwan opened his eyes. Staring at Reka who had a surprised expression. "Are you still angry?" continued.

Sure oes. What kind of question is that. The design snorted, turning the gaze back towards the beach. "So. Because it's the best. I was angry. But we have to take the positive side. Maybe we are not a match," said Desa flat.

Irwan fixed his position. Take a look at the direction in which the eyes of the designer are directed. "I'm sorry .. I realize I'm the one at fault. And you have every right to hate me, Risa. But, plis don't stay away." Irwan. Leave a string of discomfort in the heart of the Design.

"Why is that? Didn't you tell me to go." The designer said with a little emotion. From the beginning had intended to calm down but still the thoughts and feelings were again not in line.

Take a deep breath and let it out quickly. "I am a fool. Siska. He's the one who set up my gouging and your picture. He's the one who makes up stories like you cheated on." Irving explained. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. "Think, right. I've really fallen in love with you." Irwan widened his smile. "Give me another chance, yeah.

I swear by anything, Reka's down. It feels like something invisible tickles the heart. Makes the cheeks stiffen. Not to mention the heart rhythm is faster than usual. He soars when Irwan says love. It proves that his feelings don't clap one hand. Not expecting Irwan who from the beginning balked at love even told her love first. But there is one sight that makes the face of the Reka back grim. The ring on Irwan's finger is not their wedding ring.

"Liar, move!" The patis design of his hand and push Irwan's chest until the plain-shirted man tumbled backwards.

"Aragh!" A small groan came out of Irwan's mouth. He also had trouble managing his position. Like a dying sickle, Reka could not bear to see it. "K-why? What's wrong with your back, Mom?" Feeling guilty, the designer pulls Irwan's hand, helping him sit up.

Irwan did not answer, and the curious Rikka immediately pulled over the cloth covering her ex-husband's back.

"Oh my God, my. W-why is this so?" Glazed. Design said with trembling lips. It was sad and sad to see Irwan's bruised back, red with elongated shape. "You're whipped?"

Lowering the clothes, Irwan carved out a single smile imprinted with helplessness. "But, this is because I tried to refuse the engagement he arranged" Irwan explained.

"Astaghfirullah ...."

"I'm engaged to Clara, Reka." Irwan exhaled heavily, reaching for her hand and grasping it warmly. "But don't stay with me, yeah, plis ...."