Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

New bride.

Six months. With such a short time, Irwan was able to get back up. Capitalized on the recklessness and blood of business people in the pulse and the science of akutansi are quite qualified, finally he managed to prove to the board of directors that he could maintain the company that has been hereditary became a symbol of the family. Kinara Group, a jewelry manufacturer that has reached foreign countries. Grateful to have Chandra, a friend who is in the business world who always gives direction for him . And his doctor's suit, he kept it as a memory.

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Irwan shook his hands. Frowning when he saw Reka coming out in a wedding dress. "Mas doesn't like it. The collar is open" he said.

The design clucked while folding the hands on the chest. "No, it's." The design said to hold back upset, had changed the dress many times but still not in accordance with Irwan's wishes.

"Mas still doesn't want you to use that, period."

"So which one should I wear, Mas?" Slightly lightened, Reka walked over to Irwan who was sitting on the sofa. "I'm tired" he said. Laying down the body next to Irwan. A day at the store was fruitless. All the clothes that Reka assessed no one liked Irwan.

"This is it, this is it." Pointing a growl at the neck of the Design. "Too open. I don't like it. They can wriggle at your smooth skin" Irwan protested.

The designer rolled his eyeballs, lazy. Irwan's possessiveness has not changed at all. Even though the clothes that are designed to wear are quite polite. Long-sleeved white dress, with slightly exposed neck. It was not too obvious either, as it was still covered in a borkat cloth covering the arm of his neck.

So ribbony. Inner design. He was tired of changing clothes. Though from the beginning he had said just want a normal marriage, take it legitimately, enough in KUA. But, Irwan still insisted on holding a reception at one of the famous hotels in Semarang.

"Yes, already. Tomorrow I wear a mukena," said Reka, bending his face.

"Ha-ha-ha ...." Irwan chuckled, until his narrowed eyes became almost closed. He swished out the nose of Reka. Anxious will that pouting face. "Yes, yeah. Tomorrow take this one."

Moving on from her seat, Reka turned her body, looking at Irwan who was still smiling after teasing her. "We eat this. I'm a laper," said Reka ketus. Upset to see Irwan laughing while he was suffering.

Nodding, Irwan assented to Reka's request.

After finishing their business, they left the boutique. And the design who walked first accidentally saw the figure of the woman he knew. "Mas, is that Clara?" Pointing the new woman out of the car and walking towards them.

Irwan did not answer. He only noticed Clara following a man in his forties. "Hi, Ra." Irwan greeted, throwing a smile at Clara whom he had not seen for half a year. Then do not forget to extend a hand to the man next to his former fiancee. "I'm Irwan, Clara's friend." Smiling friendly.

Snorting, the man in gray clothes returned Irwan's smile by giving a look of dislike. Brushed Irwan's hand while screeching. "So this is Irwan?" The man glanced at the glance of Clara who was bowed next to him. Cynically, his gaze clearly intimidated Clara.

Irwan was confused, a little offended because his hand job was not welcomed. But he has promised Reka will be change-not emotional. "Yes, I'm Irwan," he replied politely.

The man looked at Irwan from top to bottom then pulled next to his lips. "It's still taking me everywhere." Pull Clara's hand and drag her into the boutique. Leaving Reka and Irwan dumbfounded by the behavior and speech of the man who was with Clara.

"Knowing you?" ask Reka.

Irwan shook his head, leading Reka to step forward. "Son, but Mas had heard that Clara was betrothed to her father's business partner's son. Maybe the man was her future husband."

Nodding, Reka turned her head. Still able to see Clara who stumbled because of being pulled by her future husband. May he be well, Inner Reka. And sudden brain flashback to the past. When Irwan brutally torments her, forcefully withdraws without heeding rejection. The design shuddered in memory of that. He looked at Irwan who was walking along with him.

Thinning lips while shaking your head. The designer tried to hide the heartbreak. Didn't want Irwan to be like that again. Rough, violent and heartless. He is more comfortable with Irwan now. Possessive style bucin (love slave) is not possessive style psychopath.

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The wedding party was also held. All the acquaintances attended the event. From fellow doctors to business associates. Everyone is present, giving blessings to Irwan and also Reka. Everyone laughed off, seeming to enjoy an event that was quite luxurious. From decoration to consumption Irwan prepare perfectly. He wanted this marriage to be his last and make history in their lives. It will be a sweet story that can be told to children and grandchildren later.

The smiles of the two expanded, welcoming the invitations with joy. Weddings that lift the fall as their main decoration. Decorated by yellowing trees combined with cream sofas and classic partitions, it looks warm and romantic.

Irwan glanced at the face of the woman next to him. Smile and be amazed at the beauty and hospitality of the designer. "Honey, I love you. You are beautiful" he whispered.

Tense, tired face Perfect reddening design. "What the hell, Mas?" Slowly follow the stomach of Irwan who was standing next to him. Wonderful, again rich gini giny sempetnya ngegombal, Inner Design.

Chuckling, Irwan again shook the hands of the guests who went up to the guarantee. Congratulations did not forget the guest.

"Mas, that's who" whispered Reka. Directing the eyes at the figure of the red-clad old woman with a large bun on the head.

"Oh, that's Chandra's mom." Irwan seemed to think for a moment then continued the word, "It is not wrong to name Lita Mahardika Sutedjo."

Beards, Reka again thinned his lips, welcoming the arrival of Chandra and also his mother.

"Congratulations, yes." The old woman developed a smile, splashing at Reka without being awkward. What a friendly woman.

"Yes, Aunt."

Lita saw Chandra. "When did you make your mother sit there" said Lita. Glanced at the sitting chair that was next to Irwan.

"Well, Mama. That again, that again." Chandra clucked, embarrassed as well as annoyed at being alluded to like that.

Irwan chuckled, seeing Chandra surly made him unable to bear to add to his friend's suffering. "Yes, Chan. When married?" his god who immediately got a blasphemous gaze from Chandra.

"It's so cool!" Stylish about to lift a fist, but what happened he even hugged Irwan. Patting his friend's back. Laugh out loud while embracing. "Congratulations, yeah. Moga aja this is the last one," said Chandra who immediately got the jakata in his head.

"Yes, that's it." Irwan snorting.

"Udah-ud. We go home first, yeah. Congratulations on your marriage. Hopefully lasting until grandparents," continued Lita. Throwing smiles at Irwan and also Reka. Then shake hands with Ady and Dewi, while next to Irwan there are Sumi and Marno.

Yes, the two people who accompanied Irwan in the pelaminan. Because he has no one else. Only Sumi and Marno are considered family. And now he is happy to have a design. The only family and hope there will be second and third as well as next-children.