Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Want change.

"Son, I can't."

The words of Reka's rejection revolved constantly on his head. Making Irwan back windy and downing his drink. "Ah, fuck." Grasping and crashing the can with coca-cola, then throwing it into the garbage basket.

"How else do I have to let you believe, Reka?" muttered Irwan slowly. Banging the head many times to the bar table made of teak wood.

While from the direction of the entrance, Chandra shook his head. Approaching Irwan who is self-mortifying. "What's wrong is not the head, but the elo behavior" Chandra said. Put together the glasses and bottles of wine he brought from a storage area in the basement of his home.

Looking up, Irwan stared intently at his friend who was pouring deep red water into a long-legged glass. "meaning?"

Sighing, Chandra thrust out a glass that was already filled. "Drink," bargained. Then sip a little water in the glass in hand. "All women want love. Wanna be trusted. Want loved. Lah, he was restrained, suspected. Elo played his hand. That's not good, Bro. I have always told you that to Elo. She's a pinter girl. His parents are still alive. So there's no reason for him to stay the same elo that obviously hurt him" Chandra said.

"Try elo inget-inget. Have you ever treated him properly. For example, love flowers, romantic dinner or affection. Ever been?" Chandra glanced at Irwan's confused face. "Definitely not, is it?"

Irwan. Open the can again. Uphold the fizzy drink as if it was plain water. "Gue's coming home" said Irwan. Get up quickly from the chair and leave Chandra still enjoying her collection of red wine.

With tired footsteps, Irwan entered his residence. The house he had left for two days was no man. "Why is it so hard to bring you back?" Irwan exhaled a long breath. Spreading his gaze, sweeping the room with a sad look. Dragging legs that feel heavy like invisible hands.

"Iranian!"

A young woman in a long white shirt chime with a knee-length black skirt, walking up to her. Beautiful and sexy woman. Reverse compared with Designs that rarely polish themselves.

"Clar." Sculpting in front of the room. Looking at the woman with a look of disbelief. "Gapain come here?"

Ignoring questions. Clara even touched the shoulder and flipped Irwan's body with eyes full of anxiety. "You're okay, aren't you? Where are you from? Why can't your HP be contacted?" lick Clara.

She brushed off the soft cry and walked towards the kitchen. "Why did you come here?" Irwan repeated the question while speeding up the pace. Ignoring Clara who followed him from behind. Open the refrigerator and grab a bottle of mineral water from inside.

"I'm waiting for you. Where are you from? I'm anxious. You said after the ring exchange." Staring at Irwan who sipped his drink. "And also say don't use 'lo me.' We're officially engaged, Irwan," protested Clara. He voiced his opinion because he was not considered a lover.

Irwan was unmoved, not responding to Clara's words. He just wants to rest the body and mind that is not going properly. Since expelling Reka from home she felt empty. Whatever you do, nothing goes well. "Back off, gih. I'm tired." Back on, past Clara to the room.

Clara jerks her legs, angry. Irwan was always acting indifferent to her. "The answer was my question, Irwan! Are you from Jogja?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Without feeling guilty Irwan answered. Turn around and approach Clara. Try hard not to get emotional. "From the beginning of 'kan elo already know, if I still hope the same Reka. And never ask for more. Our relationship can only be limited to ten."

Clara's tears shed on their own. "Yes, I know that. I also realized that this engagement was based on the word forced. I also initially disagreed with this engagement. But it's all our parents' decisions that we hold, Irwan. I can what? I'm just a kid. The child who must obey the parents." Clara was so happy, hurt and sad. Hearing Irwan's words that seemed to corner him. It's like Clara wanted all this.

Clara wiped away the trace of her tears. Approaching Irwan who was two meters in front of him. "But even if it's like that, can't you give me a chance to erase the name of Reka from your heart?" Clara cuckling. Hoping to get the approval from Irwan to enter his heart. He set aside the price of the already torn. Because Irwan has repeatedly asserted about his feelings-still in love with Reka. But is he also wrong, fighting for his desire to change the name of Reka to Clara. Is there no possibility for that?

"Sorry, Ra. I can't. This engagement should never be agreed," said irwan expressionlessly. "If you want to continue the relationship like this, it's up. But don't expect more. This relationship started with a two-family agreement. And we'll be business partners forever." Irwan said with great affirmation. Again ignoring the feelings of Clara who must have been hurt. Which woman is willing to be considered as an exchange of profit and loss?

Cruel, Clara changed her gaze on Irwan. He who used to be stunned by the good looks and kindness of Irwan now turned to hate. He wiped his tears. Leaving Irwan half-run.

Evening has arrived.

Yeah, correct. Come to think of it, I'm not a good husband. Even the pictures I don't have. Irwan. He has been following his attitude all along. Too selfish and indifferent. Wanted to keep the design but in the wrong way. Although the plan has patience as wide as the horizon. But who can stand it when faced with violence.

"Sir, here's the tea." Sumi disperse Irwan's reverie. He placed the eared cup onto the table near Irwan resting his body.

"Hm, thank you."

Staring at Sumi who was crouching. An old woman who has worked for more than three decades and took care of it from childhood until now. "Why is my aunt still faithful here?" irwan. Thinning his lips, hiding his sadness. "Don't Bibik hate me?" continued again. Irwan turned his eyes. See the dark night and enjoy the wind blowing a little hard. Signs that it is going to rain or maybe a storm.

Sumi smiled warmly. Sitting next to Irwan. "Color to your aunt is a child, Irwan. A mother will never leave her child. No matter how wrong the child is, a mother will never stay away" Sumi explained. Grasping Irwan's hand and looking into his eyes.

"But I've been cruel, Bik. They all left because they couldn't stand me. Including Design."

Quickly whizzing. Sumi rejected Irwan's words. "No Irwan. The designer doesn't hate you. Bibik believes he still loves you. Give him time, yeah." Developing smiles. Hope the master is calm.

Releasing Sumi's grasp, Irwan looked back at the night sky. There was water stuck in his eyes. "But he sued me, Bik. Even the trial schedule is two days away."

Sumi took a deep breath. "Take him know you want to change. And you also really have to change."

Irwan fell silent, thinking about Sumi's words which had already become his goal. Unaltered. Yeah, he wants to really change. The change in order for her life to become calmer with Reka beside her. But somehow they always fail. Emotions always become uncontrollable when jealousy overwhelms the self.

Silent, silent, both silent. Thinking while enjoying a gust of night wind that gives a gigil effect on the body that is only wrapped in a piece of cloth.

But not for long. The silence and calmness were disturbed. Irwan seemed to get lightning in the middle of the storm. He saw three cars enter his yard. "Fire," he murmured softly.

Quickly the round-hated old figure walked over. Stepping surely approached Irwan who was already standing.

"Basic fool!" A slap floated from that wrinkled hand. Gives a hot sensation on Irwan's cheeks that have been slightly thin.

"What did you do to the extent that the Bramantyo family withdrew its investment?!"

Irwan fell silent, only Sumi put up her body, protecting the master. "Please don't do this, sir." Sumi.

But Arya doesn't budge. He was still staring at his son. Pointing Irwan's face with his index finger. "What a hell of a poor woman is that you refuse Clara, huh!" Arya is really windy. Grasping firmly the wooden stick until the palm of his hand loses color.

"Well, if you can't let him go. Papi's gonna make him disappear out of your life."

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About what yes, the plan of the Aryan.

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