Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Niatan Irwan's

After Irwan's departure, Reka went straight into her room. Self-locking fearing the evil man returned. His heart was still pounding and his body began to relax. He was a strong supporter of his left chest, some were restrained, so tight and heavy. His anger and sadness were combined. Crying without anyone knowing.

The night has come, the moon is in the middle. But Reka could not close her eyes. Recollecting the face of the cursed man who destroyed his life. And the shadow of the man she loved.

"Bang Andra ...." The Voice of Reka. It is an endless stream of water.

After what happened two years ago. Pupus is the hope of Reka to establish love with her neighbor. A good man who always makes himself smile. But baby, a thousand times baby. Looks like the Dearest one, loves someone else. Yes, Rianti, his own sister. But the younger brother who was unaware of Andra's feelings chose someone else to make him a husband. Unilateral love is painful. Especially just saved, without being disclosed.

In one third of the night, Reka always rested on the Khaliq. Wishing her forgiveness and peace of heart. He complained, crying in every prayer.

"O Lord, You are my Lord, where I ask forgiveness. Please forgive me all my sins, forgive all my mistakes and my previous caliphate. Verily, Thou art forgiving, merciful." Her tear-stuffed designs still ran down her cheeks. Remembering how he had been stained and dirty made his heart even more sick. His voice sounded vibrating too.

"O Rabb, please protect me, protect myself from all kinds of dangers both real and not. Protect me, lead me to always be in Your way. For it is only in You that I ask for help also surrender."

The plan is to re-set his breath.

"O Allah, You are the owner of this heart, as well as all the creatures that are on earth. Please keep me away from that man. Please ...." The designer was unable to complete his prayer. The breath feels more tight, the water flow continues to flow rapidly. He prostrated himself, spilling all the burdens that were so heavy. And finally Reka fell asleep, without having time to wipe the tears or open the face.

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A month had passed, and the marriage of the younger brother was long over. Everything came back to how it was. Except for Reka, he's getting shut down. Even just standing on the porch he was reluctant. After teaching, Reka immediately went home and locked herself back in the room.

Tok to tok.

There was a knock coming from behind the door of their room.

"Sister, there's Irwan outside, he says he wants to see you, "call the mother. Feeling unresponsive, Dewi again knocked on the door of his son's room. "Sister, let's dong out. Kasian Irwan has defended from Semarang to meet you, you know ...."

Reka unmoving. Ever since he found out he lived in Jogja, Irwan just kept coming to his house. Almost once a week he visited the Ady residence, without even hesitating to say that he would question Reka, their son.

Designers who don't like Irwan, of course, fret. The ugly thoughts kept turning in my head. I should how? Inner design, pacing around in the room. Several times he bit his lower lip. Trying to find an excuse so that he does not have to go out to face Irwan.

While Irwan, restless sitting alone in the living room. He did not even have time to rest at the end of the week just for the sake of meeting his woman. But many times have come, Reka always has a reason to reject it.

This time I have to succeed. Tightening his jaw, Irwan focused on staring at the white curtain that connects between the living room and the middle of the house. Hope Reka wants to see him. And lucky. The sky seems to support his intentions, because unexpectedly entered Reza, sister of Reka who just returned from school.

"Sir, may I borrow your HP. My HP is lowbat," said Irwan who of course made Reza stop stepping. Without much question, Reza also loaned her salary to Irwan and then stepped into the room.

Engraved a sly grin on Irwan's face, he quickly copied Design's phone number onto his phone. Gotcha. Now you won't be able to run away from me again. Struggling with a feeling of pleasure.

"Have, Bang?" ask Reza who has changed her High School uniform into ordinary clothes.

"Yes, already. Thank you, yeah." Irwan gave a hundred thousand for his sister-in-law. "Make a quota buy" he added, smiling kindly.

In front of the door of the room.

"Sister, please come out," the Goddess who is still loyal at the door.

Suddenly, the phone of the designer who was on the mattress vibrated.

[Get out! We talk.]

The design grew increasingly unsettled, cold sweat began to pour out from his pores.

One notification back in.

[Can get out! Or I will open the disgrace you have long covered!]

The design is getting shaky. With a hasty step he walked out of his room, past the mother, towards the living room. He sat in front of Irwan.

Irwan corrected his position. Crossing legs, putting on a haughty face. "Why? You scared?" he asked, sounding like a mockery in Reka's ear.

Clenching his hands, Reka tried to calm down. "What do you really want!" hiss Reka was slow, but it was clear that she was growling.

Irwan chuckles amusedly, not expecting to get a pelototon from the clear eyes of Reka. "You should be my wife, Risa. Otherwise, I will reveal about your situation that is no longer a virgin. Thenwhat? What's going on next? Didn't you get your honor and your parents' honor?"

The design has trouble swallowing. The shock is incredible. Didn't expect Irwan to threaten by involving his weak point.

Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?

Beautiful Paras The design pale instantly. The dignity and dignity of parents are at stake.

But what about my fate?

The design wiped away sweat several times. He also bites the tip of the nail, thinking about the decision he should take.

Irwan stood up, walking definitely towards Reka. He held onto the two sides of the sofa where the designers sat and aligned their heads. "Come on, just accept my proposal. We can cover up the past. You have nothing to lose, Reka. Or, you could have rejected me, but your own responsibility is the result" whispered Irwan, blowing slowly on the neckline of Reka. The girl gasped, stood up and stared intently at Irwan.

"Enough!" He pointed his index finger directly at Irwan's nose.

Irwan smiled back. But his smile now looked disdainful. "So your choice is the second option?" Irwan raised his left eyebrow. Putting out her index finger then kissed the back of that smooth hand without shame. "Are you sure you can face your parents?"

Glug.

The design went back numb. He quickly pulled his hand.

"I'll behave well with you. Problem the other day .. It's all a misunderstanding, honey. I promise I won't do it again, what?" rayu Irwan's. He returned to the sofa and looked seriously at the woman before him.

Reka. His legs suddenly limp, he put his back on the back of the sofa. Irwan's threat really made him not wince.

Not how long the Goddess came out with a tray containing drinks and snacks for them. "Well ... on what pain is this? Kok very serious," said Dewi, take out the contents of the tray and serve it on the table. Not spared also the friendly smile from his face that has begun to age.

"Yes, Aunt. We are discussing our marriage again," said Irwan lying, which of course immediately got a raining gaze from Reka.

The goddess was immediately stunned. Didn't expect Reka would accept Irwan's proposal. He also sat next to Reka while holding tightly the hand of the child. "Really, Brother? You serious?" ask the Goddess with a big smile and sparkling eyes, happy. Eventually Reka will marry Irwan whom she considers a good and responsible man. Reka did not have time to refute, the Goddess first hugged him warmly.

"Thank God, I'm glad you finally decided to get married. You are almost twenty-five, the right age to build a household. Ibuk sure, love will slowly grow if each of you open your heart," said Dewi while stroking the stricken hair of Reka. Reka. Wanting to interrupt but his vocal cords seemed to be firmly tied.

"Oh, yes, your father must also be happy to hear this news," said Dewi. He entered the house and was seen contacting someone with his cell phone.

"Hows it? Do you dare destroy the happiness of your parents?"

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