Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

hypocrisy Irwan

Choked design. He had trouble swallowing his own saliva. Hearing Irwan's words made his courage shrink. How could he possibly open up the disgrace that had been sealed shut.

"Come, I'll drive you home!" he said that doesn't sound friendly at all.

Every time he heard the foreign man's low voice, he remembered the events of the past. He had trouble swallowing saliva. The plan backed off and intended to escape. Irwan quickly caught his arm. With a sharp and fiery gaze, he looked at the already trembling Design. "You come alone or I force it!" Irwan firmly gripped the wrist of the designer.

"Hey, what's going on? Is there a problem?" asked Romi who suddenly appeared from behind.

Irwan turned around and put a friendly face on his friend. "There's nothing, I want to take him home. Here, where's the prescription?" irwan pinta. Romi gave the paper to Irwan without suspicion.

With slow steps and tiptoes, Reka followed Irwan's steps. He did not dare to flee for fear of the men's threat.

"Come in! Beware if you dare to run away!" gertak Irwan's. Closing the car door and walking to the pharmacy opposite the hospital.

Reka's eyebrows shot up and there was a frown on her forehead between her two eyebrows. He was agitated and his hands were sweating a lot. I gotta get out of here. But how can I run, his mind when looking at the foot that has been bandaged, even to stand alone is sore.

Before long, Irwan came with medicine and a wheelchair. He put his luggage in the back of the car. He sat behind the wheel and looked closely at the woman next to him. Irwan approached, but Reka quickly dodged. "Why? Still scared?" tanyanya while putting a seat belt on the girl's body.

Reka was silent, hearing the fleeting sigh Irwan just felt like he was targeted by a death angel. He just stared, holding his breath.

Irwan again grinned. He knew that he must have been scared after what he did that night. He drove his expensive sports car through the city crowd and several times glanced at Reka. While the girl was unceasingly chanting prayers so that the bastard next to her did not return to do evil and vile things.

"Where's your house?" asked Irwan in a flat tone which of course disperse the reka daydream.

Desa Want to answer quickly, but the heartbeat is still irregular making it take time to just take a breath. His lips trembled, a faint sound came out from his mouth.

"D-there b-turn left," explained Reka stammering. He held firmly on the tip of the jacket he was wearing until his knuckles seemed to pierce, cradling the thick shirt.

"You remember my name, don't you?" her question is still fokos driving looking at the streets. The design just nodded slowly.

The atmosphere suddenly grew increasingly uncomfortable as Irwan opened another chat.

"I'm sure you're not married yet" said Irwan. Makes the girl feel the bitterness in every breath. Without feeling the tears even flowed by itself.

How can I possibly go on living if my future has been forcibly taken away. The design of the water droplets that wet the cheeks.

"Let alone, I will make you mine" said Irwan, making Reka again feel the horror, considering how brutal Irwan was at that time.

"Curtain! I'm not going to!" hiss Reka without knowing the consequences of his words just now.

Getting an eagle-like gaze from Reka made Irwan pull over the car and remove the seat belt that was coiled around his waist. The atmosphere was gripping because Irwan looked at him with anger.he approached the body of the designer and began to want to force open the zipped jacket that Reka was wearing.

Meronta design. Suddenly his courage evaporated into the air. There is only fear in his heart and mind. He looked at Irwan's eyes that had turned red, hoping for forgiveness from the man.

"Please don't, sir. Let go of me ...." The design triggers a vibrating tone of voice. But Irwan flinch, he gripped both cheekbones Reka until the face of the poor girl looked up.

"I don't like being rejected! From now on, this very second, you are mine. Irwan syahputra's. Remember that!" irwan explained, releasing his hands violently until Reka's head hit the glass. The girl grimaced, she cried without a sound.

Irwan took a breath trying to regulate his emotions. After a little calm, then drive his vehicle to the house of the girl he labeled as his.

Set them in front of the house of Reka. By putting on a friendly face, Irwan snuggled up the body and sat him in a wheelchair. All were shocked to find the injured designer and escorted by a foreign man.

"Oh my God, Brother. Canapa this? What happened to you, son?" the mother who looked panicked. The eyes of the Goddess glazed over to see her firstborn coming home with her head and legs wrapped in white cloth.

"It's okay, Buk. Just a sprain, fortunately there is Mas Irwan who nolongin," replied Reka while forcing a smile. His heart was torn from lying to his parents. Said Irwan was a savior when the man was the source of his suffering.

"Jiang, Aunt, Om. My name is Irwan Syahputra. It just so happened that I passed by at the scene" Irwan said, introducing himself and of course by putting on a friendly face and a fake smile.

"Thank you very much, Irwan boy. You've been our son's helper" Ady said, shaking Irwan's hand.

"Let's go in first, son," asked Ady who certainly responded to a nod and smile from Irwan. He also wanted to know the life of the woman he was going to make his wife with.

Irwan also entered a house that could be said to be simple with all-white shades in it. He looked around the living room and saw various photos of Ady's family togetherness. Happy family photo with six kids in it. But there was one portrait that made him stunned. Pictures of a wide smiling design wearing a graduation toga shirt. One photo that is able to make Irwan feel comfortable and unconsciously smile widely.

"Please drink, Nak Irwan," said Dewi while thrusting a glass of tea on the table.

"Thank you, Auntie." Irwan again thinned his lips, staring at the Reka who was still sitting in a wheelchair. While being stared at, directly lowered his head.

To take the heart of his future father-in-law. Irwan also told me the good things in his life. He received a scholarship and the title of the youngest doctor in the UK. It has a luxurious mansion. Irwan also said that he himself is the sole successor of the company of the father who dabbled in the world of jewelry. Although it sounds bragging, but so ... Irwan is good at stringing words to be well judged by the Reka family.

After much talk, Irwan moved from his seat. Pamit resigned to return to the hotel where she was staying. He left the house with a big smile. After hearing Ady's story, he became increasingly determined to make Reka his wife. Design is the perfect woman. Has an above average IQ, beautiful, tall, smart cooking and moreover he is the first man in the life of Design.

I'll be back, baby.