Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)
Arya Tri Widiarto's.
"It's all because of you. If it wasn't you, Irwan would've been with Clara, and his father wouldn't have pulled out all the investments he'd made." Back tightening the jaw until the teeth churn. Staring with anger at Reka who was only twenty meters away from him.
"You made me bankrupt. Even now I am not afraid. Why live if I'm in debt." Arya grinning. His eyes were fiery. He stepped on the gas pedal and said, "Come, we go together."
From across the street, Irwan waved. Replying to the Rivers who smiled warmly at him. This time he felt perfect. Who would have thought that age is quite old makes it become ABG again because of love. Ck, God's destiny is indeed full of secrets.
Irwan came down from the shoulder of the road. While the lips are still growing. But, just about to step foot across the road, Irwan's eyes were perfect. A car is driving uncontrollably. He frantically shouted to call the name of his wife. "Your awass!"
Brakhs!
Everyone is surprised. The atmosphere of the park that had been calm turned gripping. Sitting down, irregular breathing along with a fast-beating heart rhythm. He noticed the smoke coming out of a car that almost hit him. For a few seconds, the shock. But he quickly regained consciousness as he shouted, "Moon, please call an ambulance!"
"Darling, aren't you pa-pa?" Irwan helped Reka stand up. Without heeding a car that was shuffled not far from him stood up.
"No pa-pa, my. Quickly help the man," said Reka. Pointing to a car whose hood is already open because it hit a collection of parked moror bikes. There is also a thin smoke coming out of the car that has been shuffled in the front.
Irwan running. Approaching the suspect, or may already be the victim. He gedor-gedor car glass doors are black. But the one inside didn't respond. Panicked, everyone who was there took the initiative to break the glass and, degh! Irwan's heart was pumped back up quickly. He swiftly opened his seat belt and grabbed the body of the man who was not moving. Patting the old face that is bleeding only in the temple. "Bapi, bolus! Back, Pi!" Irwan yelling. Carrying the father's body and putting it on the road. Check vital signs for first aid. But baby, destiny says something else. The father is lifeless.
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Mega cloudy enveloped the horizon. Dark, cold air also shrouded Arya's burial place. Provides a sensation of a gigil for the body that is only wrapped in white cloth. And before long, the water droplets fell drop by drop. Stripped the bodies of mourners who came to take the deceased to his last place.
Clutching the wet ground, Irwan again remembered the memory of the father. The memories he so longed to forget now flashed vividly in his memory. Memories of how hard Arya educated him. From the punishment he deserves to the humiliation a father shouldn't say. Hardly any sweet memories came through. But still, the departure of the cruel man gave a trace of sadness and regret in Irwan. How could the two meritorious people in his life end so horribly? His mother committed suicide, while his father died without regretting his mistake.
Crouching down, Reka embraced and rubbed Irwan's trembling shoulders. He knew the husband must be crying in his bow. "Mas, let's go home."
Irwan shook his head, raising his face to let rain water drench his skin. Looking at the designer who was also looking at him fixedly. "Why is this?" Irwan again bowed, firmly clenched the ground and leaned his heavy head on Reka's shoulder.
"All is God's destiny, Mommy."
After Arya's departure, Irwan was so busy taking care of the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. His father left behind a lot of debt. Actually, he could have ignored the company that had been built by his grandfather. But considering how Arya dedicated her entire life to running the company, plus after seeing the desperate faces of the employees and staff, made her reckless to take over. He tried to convince the board of directors that he could run Kinara Group. Irwan even sold all the assets he made from his own efforts and also sold his father's property to nothing.
"Are you sure you want to give me this?" Irwan held the brown map in his right hand. Then look at the smiling Design without any burden.
Nodding sure, "Em, I'm sure, Mas. I don't need that either."
"But it's yours, Reka." Re-take the map.
"What do I need that house for, Mom. We should have stayed together." Irwan's hand. Let the man through his eyes.
Nodding slowly while exhaling. "All right, thank you, yeah. I'm lucky to have you."
Irwan clasped the hands of the designer. His hands are also his heart. The angel is human. Yes, that's the right picture for the designer. He was even willing to give a house worth 20 billion. Daughter when you get married.
The silent atmosphere accompanied by the feeling of gratitude of having Design beside him made Irwan beguiled and forgot. He forgot that he was not remarried. The sudden departure of the father, plus taking care of the company that was almost out of business, required them to withdraw the marriage. The wedding Irwan promised. But again, it was hindered.
Impatiently, Irwan glued to the eyes of Reka. "You're so good, you're beautiful, too. I want to ...." Smilingly. Approaching the body, want to reach for the lips of the Reka who had thinned earlier. The lips are increasingly seen increasingly want Irwan tasting it. Irwan brought the face closer, tilting his head bit by bit closer to the boneless flesh. Raise your head, almost until ... a little more ... a moment more .. and brakh! The loud sound of the door slamming scattered the two.
"Why is that?" Ady was behind them. Anxious at the sight he accidentally saw. A sight that made him shake his head with a waistline. He approached Irwan and Reka who were sitting on a rattan chair and said, "It's not halal." A speech full of emphasis. Pulling the design pointing behind the back. Staring at Irwan as if able to swallow it. "When it's done, the spit goes."
Smiling snail Irwan scratched his nape, embarrassed. "Yes, Om. I'm saying goodbye." Walk bowing past the surly Ady. Glancing at Reka at a glance and giving a flirtatious blink. "I love you" he whispered, which was still heard clearly by Ady.
"You!" Ady growling.
While Reka, blushed shyly. Especially if there is a father there. "Jeez, he's pubescent again like that." Ady mutters. Shaking his head, astonished at Irwan's behavior that was like an unstable ABG.
"Yes, already. We're in."
