Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Treaty

The clock shows ten o'clock at night. All invited guests have gone home and only leave the hotel employees who are busy passing by. Clean up the leftovers and decorations.

"You go to the room first, yeah. I want to go to the office," said Irwan. Stroking the hair still beautiful designs.

The design nodded slowly. "Emb, Mas be careful," he said. Flipping away left Irwan who was still in the elevator.

Finally, with a shunt step and heels in hand, Reka walked down the aisle of the hotel alone. He was so tired and wanted to hurry up to the room to rest. Her body felt crumpled because it supported a dress that was not light. While the feet feel hot after standing for hours. It was a long day and very exhausting for him.

Set up in front of the room numbered 3013. With a cardlock in hand, he could open a tightly sealed room. But strangely, after the door opened, it could not catch any light. "Dark brown?" Design fumbling the walls to look for light buttons.

Clamps!

The lights are on together with the eyes of the buying designer. It was not a bright light that illuminated the vision, but rather a small light from the colorful lights arranged to form the word 'Thank You' on the wall.

Surprised, Reka gaped when she saw the corner of the room full of flowers enveloped in a dim light. Make the room look romantic. Yes, even though this is the bridal room, but still the designer feels amazed. Red rose petals are scattered, becoming a special carpet to welcome it. Not to mention the many balloons that cover the ceiling of the room. Not to forget also a bouquet of flowers of various colors decorate every corner of the room. Really lovely.

"Where, honey? You likey?" irwan. Hugging the body from behind. Sheathed an arm in the slender belly of her woman

The design rotates the body with the hands shutting the mouth. Manatap Irwan was already standing behind him. "Mas, you ...." They shed tears before they could finish the word. He was overwhelmed by the romantic treatment of Irwan. The cruel stiff man. Strangely, though, Reka loved him so much.

Irwan smiling. Embracing the body of the designer with one hand into his arms. "I love you, Reka." Whispering full of love. Irwan kissed the head of Reka and made a hug. Didn't want Reka to go from the side of his heart.

While Reka, happy in her tears. Euphoria again enveloped the heart. "I love you too, Mom."

Without asking, Irwan carried a bridal style design. Staring at the clear eyes while stepping on the petals of flowers neatly arranged on the floor.

"Thank you for being Mas's wife again" she said with sincerity. Dilute the body of the Design slowly and then long-dyed the forehead of Reka. It leaves behind a strange twinkling and evokes a libido that has long hibernated.

The design blinked, because the oral could not describe how happy he was at this time.

Letting go of the kiss and looking fixed into the eyes of Reka. "Mas wants you, honey."

Irwan started to draw a face. To reach the lips of Reka. He so misses red chewy objects that for months he can only lu*at in the imagination. "I miss you" said Irwan again. His breath hunting, warm, hit the face of the design who is still wrapped in make up. However, without Irwan guessing, Reka held her lips with her palm.

Irwan said, "Why?"

"Just a second, Mom." Pushing Irwan's chest to lift from his body.

Irwan said, even in the head full of question marks. "Search what?" Irwan rubbed his painless neck. Look at the design that opens the drawer and looks busy looking for something.

"Well my bag, right?"

"Bag?" repeat Irwan, put his hands under the bed and pull something from there. "It's not?"

"Which, what are you doing? Cook should be given everything," said Irwan, mengoleum smile. Thinking Reka will perpetuate their bed scene.

"Stt, shut up." The plan walked up to Irwan while handing him a brown envelope. "I'm gonna take a shower first. Read this, yeah." Saying with an ambiguous smile. Makes Irwan more unsettled. He grabbed the envelope and opened it.

Ten minutes later.

The design comes out of the bathroom with small knotted hair and a blue bathrobe covers the body.

"Where, Mas?" ask Reka. Staring at Irwan's confused face with a smile unfolded. Leaning against the wall while folding your arms to your chest. "agreeably no? If you are interested, yes .. no pa-pa. I can go home by myself, really." Speak without burden and full of threats in every word.

Irwan scratched the non-itchy temple. Looking at the face of an unusual design. There was an aura of cunning in his wife's shady eyes. Why did you turn so scary? Irwan. Exhaling a rough breath and rubbing the face with one hand. "All right," he said briefly. "But what needs to be recorded as well?" continued again.

The design nodded steadily. "Emb, as real evidence. Let me not be mistaken for manipulating the evidence."

Again, Irwan felt that Reka was not the Design he had known all along. Noble heart plain design. But, back again to nature and nature. No human is perfect.

"Yes, already. We start now."

Ambiguous smile Perfect design. He presses the on button and starts recording Irwan holding a piece of paper.

"alright. I am Irwan Syahputra hereby pledge and agree to the rules made by my own wife."

Irwan also definitely mentioned the articles that Reka wrote. He must not cheat, play with hands, and say rude-crippling or mocking. And if Irwan is proven to have an affair and flirt with Reka and their children later, he will agree to divorce and give all the property and assets he has. Especially for the problem of swearing, he will get a hair-bald shaving sanction. And if Irwan refuses, then the punishment goes back to the first point. Divorced and ended up poor.

"Cuts."

Smiling, Reka pressed the save button and clapped her hands. Approaching the already surly Irwan. "Good husband," she said, touching Irwan's chin.

Snorting, Irwan stared fixedly at Reka's eyes. "It is so hard to believe the same. Sampe-sampe must make a letter of agreement all."

"In case." The horse smiling design.

But Irwan flinching. He ignored the design and shifted his eyes. Not angry at the treasure. It's just that he realized it turns out that Reka hasn't forgiven his mistake. He got up from the window and walked towards the window. Looking down, pay attention to the lights of vehicles passing by on the highway.

"Mas Irwan." The design calls out with a spoiled tone. Wishing to calm her sulking husband. But again Irwan did not reply. Until finally Reka desperate to do a movement that tests Irwan's patience.

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It was before, dad. Tomorrow again up her. You guys, pliss, get his vote. Hehe.