Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Returnees

The Ady residence.

The designer sat on the front porch of his house. Twisting the wedding ring that is still embedded in the finger. Unexpectedly, a shadow flashed through the recollection of Reka. How helpless expressions and words paled Irwan. The little conversation shook his heart-divorced firmness.

Exiting with a tray containing due warm tea glasses, the Goddess walked over to Reka who was staring at the black horizon. "Why are you, brother?" said Dewi. Put the luggage in their middle.

Thinning lips while shaking. "No pa-pa, Buk. Just can't sleep." The design spoke softly and unknowingly the hand was still playing jewelry made of diamonds.

"What's Irwan thinking?"

Stupefied. The design further rotates the rate of the ring slightly loose on his finger. Questions that somehow made her feel like she was being interrogated.

"Not really, Buk."

Exhaling a long breath. There was a tinge of sadness on the face of the umbrella-mastery woman. "Don't lie to Ibuk, Brother." The goddess said softly. There was a tone of disappointment coming out along with a sigh.

Reflecting, Netra again showed the helplessness of the Design. He who from the beginning tried to cover the hardness of heart even able to lie, now poured everything. Just one sentence of rebuttal from the mother made him feel the most ungodly child in the world. "Buk, forgive Eka ... Eka ...." Unable to say more, Reka also hugged the thin body of the mother. A sigh, showing how deep his sadness was.

"Are you still expecting him?"

Isakan Reka is becoming. He was disappointed, laughing at himself. He who intends firmly to separate, immediately collapsed just by meeting. Why does my heart change so quickly? Change or be forced to change? I don't know, but what is clear is that the design is not sincere when it ends just like that. Especially after seeing Irwan's sincerity. Really, Reka was fooled by the red blob on the chest. The pieces of kama that came back. I want a divorce, but my heart is back. The brain and heart really fight.

"You don't know, Buk. Eka loves him. But Eka was afraid to give him another chance." Lirih, Reka spoke on the sidelines of her crying. Letting go of her embrace and removing the trace of her tears. Seeing the mother's brown iris which is also foggy of sadness. "What do you do, Buk?"

Stroking hair Reka. "Don't ask mom, brother. Pray. Ask God for guidance." Thinning lips that look ambiguous, Dewi again continued he said, "Busy actually does not like children mother suffer. But seeing you rich gini. I also feel sick," said Dewi

Re-hugging the body of the designer in his arms. Twenty-five-year-old boy who still feels like a baby to him.

****

Go to trial day.

The house was followed by her parents.

Grasping the hands of the designer from behind, the Goddess released a look of questioning eyes. "Are you sure, brother?"

"Yes, Buk. Eka sure." Disown the contents of the heart that is not willing to separate. But the fear of Irwan's unexpected demeanor made him suppress that strong sense. Divorce, steady design for it.

Eldi who was leaning his back on the wooden pole of their house immediately corrected the position. Tidy up a slightly tangled shirt. Deliberately arrive early to witness the first trial of the Reka. "Let off now?" tanyakanya. Getting both parents Reka while thinning lips. Wry, Eldi smiled awkwardly when the one who was given a smile did not respond. Who can smile when his son is a widow?

"Come, leave?" reka. Put your foot in the car. However, a car broke into his yard.

"Iranian!" Eldi growled, wanting to smash the face of that shameless man. Remembering the carita Reka, making her bar-bar instincts thrash. Want to give students a rough guy like Irwan. "What are you doing here!"

Holding the hand of Eldi who had already formed a fist. Eldi's emotional eye-to-eye design with the glare of his beautiful eyes. "Calm down." Stepping past Eldi and approaching Irwan who was walking towards him. Watch from feet to face. More and more unattended than ever. The clothes were tangled and his curly hair was falling apart.

"What's it for here? Should go straight to court." Design is firm. Refraining from hugging Irwan's body.

"They ...."

Original, the heart of the design back to act. It had been able to control itself now turned to embarrass yourself. He returned Irwan's embrace with eyes that were also already glazed over. Seeing Irwan like that made him forget about farewell. His cry broke and tightened the embrace. A sigh in the arms of the man who is already mentally. The penalty? Oh God. Forgive them.

While Eldi, who had been ready for battle, became weak in one look. Disappointed, yes, who is not disappointed re-refer to the husband. He had not even had time to express the contents of his heart-relief to be a substitute.

"Hud, that ...." Ady stepped foot followed by the Goddess from behind.

Approaching the two men who are shedding all burdens. Ady and Dewi were a little uncomfortable to see it. Forcibly withdrawing the body of the design from the hands of the former daughter-in-law. Ah, yes, now it will be a son-in-law back.

"Not muhrim" said Ady with raining eyes.

Smiling, the euphoria became the end of her heart's excitement. The plan now forgives and takes it back. Irwan quickly grabbed the hand of the prospective in-law. Kissing the back of the wrinkled hand while saying thank you who did not know how many times. Happy, that's what they feel.

Without them noticing, an old eye was watching from a distance. Sharp, implying dislike. "Basic fool!"

****

Reka and Irwan walked through the city of Jogja which was studded with stars on it. It was as if the universe was restoring them both.

"Where are we going, Mom?" ask Reka. Pulling the hand that was still in Irwan's hand.

The unceasingly expanded lips finally let out the word, "Weekly night." Irwan blinked eyes that immediately changed the color of the face of the design to blush.

"Ish, what the hell, anyway." Touching the cheek again warms up with just one sentence. Design a view out the window while adjusting the beat in the chest. "Mas, we're eating there, yuk." The design pointed to a tent that was the most refractory near the park. "I want to eat pecal catfish."

Smiling, Irwan agreed to the request of the designer.

"You wait here, Dad. I'm gonna park there." Irwan spoke with his head slightly lowered. Seeing Reka standing on the side of the road, while he was still behind the wheel.

"Yes, Mum."

Again, the figure of an eye residing in a car emitted an aura of hatred. Arya turns out to follow them knowing early. He growled. Grasping firmly the wooden stick he always carried. "Bump the woman" he ordered.

The driver was perfect. "What, Mister? Hit it?" Repeating the question as if he did not believe what he heard. Glance at the Master from the glass in the middle of the car.

"Em." Nodding steady.

The driver's face became an instantaneous misfortune as well. He who was just working with Arya suddenly trembled. Turning away looked at Arya with an illegible look. "Sorry, Sir. I really need a job. But I don't want to be a murderer and end up in jail." The young chauffeur with the fused eyebrows solidified the word. Removing the ID card that was wrapped around his neck. Identification sign that he works in Kinara Group.

"You."

"I'm sorry, Sir." Open the car door and leave Arya alone there.

Shaking her jaws, Arya became even more wrathful. He got out of the passenger seat and switched behind the wheel. Grasping the steering wheel of the car and intending to spread his evil actions. "Basic witch."

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Hayo. Pissing in her vote. Heheheheh