Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)
That night
The design thrashed in Irwan's arms. He prayed that Irwan would let go. But alas, Irwan is like a human being who is in solidarity. Raised skinny body Reka like holding a sack of cement, then threw the girl's body on the mattress and began to wrap it.
The cries, moans and stuffing of the Companion were****** and Irwan's puff of breath was hunting. He doesn't know what else to do. Moving, thrashing and shouting all he did with all his might, but for free. Irwan had no intention of stopping his madness.
After a long struggle, Irwan finally got the crown of the precious Design. He drooped limp on the body of the bruised Design. Inhaling that body scent deeply.
"Thank you" he whispered in a disjointed voice.
Irwan got up from the bed and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor. Meanwhile, Reka, enveloped herself with a blanket that had been mixed with blood spots. He huddled, crying without a sound.
"This, a hundred million." Heartless, expressionless, Irwan throws a piece of paper right in front of the puffy Design. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a virgin" he continued. Sounds like regret but inversely proportional to the water of his face. Devil's smile still adorned Irwan's face before finally leaving Reka.
With a broken heart and a crumbling body, Reka inched towards the bathroom. He turned on the wall shower and let the water wet the body. His heart was broken, crushed. Thoughts raged and tears still faithfully moistened the cheeks. His heart and legs weakened, until he finally sat on the hotel bathroom floor.
"I'm dirty, I-I am ...." The design is unable to solve speech. Her crying broke instantly. He breathes sadness and anger together into one. Crying when it comes back to the incident.
But not for long. The face of the design changed. Looked wrathful, her face was flushed red, hot. The heart also bounced great. The poor girl rubbed strongly on the body of a man who was not her husband. Even know him no. Design a strong brush body bruise until the redness appears almost wound.
"No! I need to stay clean. I need to quickly clean up this dirty stain!" he said it was like losing his mind. A few seconds later, she was crying again.
After the incident that night, Reka showed strangeness and always locked himself in the room. He didn't even call Rania. A friend who claims to be a friend, but instead plunges him into a bottomless abyss.
And Rania immediately moved out of the country with her parents because she was caught drunk that night.
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Irwan swept the streets with his eyes . Still looking for the girl who in these two years has dominated the mind. He never even touched another woman's body. All he wanted was the body of the girl, Reka. The virgin girl who left without a check from her.
"Agrh, shit! Where is the girl," sizzled Irwan, frustrated. He was tired of running down the busy streets. Luckily, his net accidentally saw the movement behind the pile of baskets. Approaching her slowly and engraved a relieved smile on her lips. Irwan looked at the body of the Reka who seemed to tremble by hugging the legs that were even unrequited.
"You're here."
Hearing Irwan's heavy voice, make the water face back Paled. The design stood up quickly, pushing Irwan's burly body firmly until the man's back hit the wall. Running from his hiding place with a truly horrifying look. Random hair, shabby and barefoot clothes. The design is not aware of where to leave the sandals. Run, only that word dominates the mind. Run and keep running on the side of the highway until finally felt a strong blow stop it. The girl fell down and hit the shoulder of the road. With all the rest of his consciousness he tried to stand up but to no avail. The gaze began to faint then not how long it became black and finally lay unconscious. While the car that nudged Reka's body, went to speed regardless of Reka who was lying helpless.
"Damn!" as Irwan, running, approached Reka who was lying helpless. He grabbed the girl's body and put her in the car. Irwan frantically looked at the head of the Blood-soaked Design. Didn't expect Reka to run again after seeing it. Am I that scary? Thought Irwan.
Get them in the hospital, get them treated by the paramedics. Irwan waited anxiously. Sitting in the corner while watching his fellow man treat Reka.
"How do you know that girl?" tanya Romi, Irwan's college friend when studying at the University of Oxford, England.
"Concidentally," he replied of origin. "Then how is he?"
"He's fine. When he realized later, he could go straight home" explained Romi. Check some of the paper in his hand and turn to his friend. "Yes, already. I'm staying." Then get out of the chair. Leaving Irwan sitting on a backrest with his eyes closed.
Shut up, Irwan is loyal to his silence. Thinking of a way to get a design. Gadia Yanh always looked up to him. I should be able to get it! Inner Irwan full of steadiness. Moving from the chair and approaching the bed of Reka. Look at that pale face carefully.
"You're beautiful" she muttered, touching the soft nose and lips of Reka. Brush your hair slowly. He did not even bother about the fishy smell of blood from the girl's head.
Not long after, his consciousness began to return. He tries to identify the person next to him.
One sec.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The design jumps off the bed. It went so fast that the doctors and nurses there were amazed.
Look around, then growl. Irwan tightened his jaws tightly. Embarrassed, stared strangely by the people who were there. He approached her body and whispered, "Do you want to announce that I raped you!"
