Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Sah

A gray cloud covered the morning sky that should have been bright. The cold of the rest of the rain last night was still felt and was able to stab into the heart of a girl who was staring at her reflection in the mirror. The sadness was still so real, but he tried to cover it with makeup and carved a smile on his pale face.

The plan decided to get married. Taking extreme decisions to maintain family honor. A wedding far from fancy. Because it was only attended by both the bride's family and a few witnesses, even the sister who was recently married did not know about the sacred event. Wearing a simple kebaya and a beautiful bun on his head, he hoped that his suffering would end soon.

Come on, get excited.

Slowly Reka out of the room by holding the beat in the chest. He is convinced of his decision to marry Irwan, but is unsure of his fate after this. The design sat staring next to Irwan, a man who was like a wolf but liked acting as a sheep.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, only the sound of the ruler echoing filled the corner of the room.

"Brother Irwan Syahputra bin Arya Tri Widiarto, I marry and I enthrall you with Reka bint Ady Gustiawan with a dowry of a house worth twenty billion, cash!"

"I received the marriage and marriage of Reka bint Ady Gustiawan with the dowry, cash!"

"How's the witness, legit?" ask the ruler while looking at the left.

The witnesses answered.

"SAA ...."

"Goddessa ...."

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After all the guests left.

The plan sat at the mother's feet. His heart was heavy, reluctant to leave his parents and younger siblings behind. He kissed his mother's hand. Tears that were so hard he could bear from earlier, finally shed. How could he not cry when parting with the parents who had raised and cherished him for twenty-five years? Moreover, he will enter into the world of Irwan which he himself does not know what. Fear, fear and worry merge into one.

Dewi and Ady are also no less sad. In the last two months they have released two of their daughters for people to edit. But that is the fate of being a parent. When they are little they become our children and when they grow up they are no longer ours. The goddess calmed herself down. He realized by crying over the departure of Reka, will certainly burden the child's step towards his household.

"Go, Brother. We here will always be fine and will continue to advocate your happiness," said Dewi who had sounded soft.

The plan still spills his feelings. The excitement deepens.

"Blessed, build a happy family, mawaddah, and warohmah" added Dewi again. Now his voice sounded faint because it collided with the sobbing. He took the girl's hair.

With a heavy heart, Reka also went to step away from the old life to his new life.

In the car.

The design was silent, leaning back on the car seat, staring blankly out the window. Several times he exhaled a breath that felt heavy, then chose to close the eyes that felt sleepy.

While Irwan, I don't know what he's thinking. He only repeatedly stole a glance at the woman who had now legally become his wife.

They built the huge Irwan mansion. "Come down!" said Irwan who of course immediately woke up a short sleep Reka. The girl blinked her eyes trying to recognize where she was.

"Why? Afraid I'd kiss you?" asked Irwan with a grin that was like attached, ingrained in the skin of his cheeks. He opened the seat belt that was still coiled in the body of the design and then pulled his face. Reka heaved a sigh of relief, for a while her fear had not yet come true.

"Let's get off!" irwan's orders again.

After getting out of the car, Reka only realized he was in a spacious garage and had lined up four imported cars there. Wow ... this huge car cage, Inner Reka while looking around without blinking. He followed Irwan's steps into the house that returned blinding to the eyes. The first house he saw. Moreover, the interior is so beautiful with classic design on the facade, entrance, windows and roof. Make Roses amazed in every sweep of his eyes.

Really like a palace, what level is this house? How many rooms? The designer still looked at the amazement of Irwan's house.

But honey. This palace is inhabited by a demon king.

Reka narrowed her eyes, staring at the cynical back of Irwan who was indeed walking ahead of her. But suddenly Reka's sharp gaze disappeared when she saw Irwan stop. Irwan was approached by six women in their forties as well as an old man.

"You have arrived, sir," said one woman, welcoming the jacket from Irwan's hands.

"Hm ...." That's all that came out of Irwan's mouth. He gave me the car keys and then walked back. But suddenly he stopped his steps, twisted his body and looked fixedly at the eyes of Reka. "Bik Sum, please take out the suitcase in the car and burn everything inside" said Irwan as he pulled the end of his lips. Reka's eyes widened perfectly because of that ridiculous order.

"Wait, what does that mean. If I throw it away, what should I wear?" ask Raya with a slightly high tone. For some reason now Reka felt there was no reason to be afraid of Irwan. If you have to live with monsters. I also need to be a monster. Such is the content of the plan for the sake of maintaining self-safety.

Irwan did not respond. He again walked leaving Reka who was still stunned by his orders just now.

"Hey wait!" yelled Reka because Irwan was still ignoring her. He followed Irwan's steps until they entered a room.

"Jawab first!" Reka grabs the hand of the man who is now her husband.

Irwan pulled up next to the tip of the lip, twisted the body quickly and directly pushed the Design violently until the back of the Design hit the wall. He closed the door with his feet because his hands were firmly gripped by Reka's shoulder.

The design immediately fell silent. Getting sudden treatment tends to be rough as it makes his courage like yawning, lost in the wind.

"Let's get laid" said Irwan, lowering his voice. Such vulgar speech in the ears of Reka. Especially with Irwan's enlarged pupils making Reka tremble.

The designer tried to push that burly body. But not moving at all. Irwan leaned in and quickly grabbed onto the thin lips of the Design, swiping aggressively. Reka was stunned, she blinked. Gosh, what should I do, thought Reka on the sidelines of Irwan's madness. He again thrashed will be tattooed Irwan increasingly become. It hugs the design waist with the right hand and the left hand clutching the back neck of the Design. Designs cannot move because there is absolutely no distance between them.

Tok to tok.

"Master, there's a guest in front" said one person behind the door who of course stopped Irwan's madness. He kept his face away from the pale Reka with a breath of breath.

Irwan looked at the worried look of Reka carefully and looked back at the demonic smile on his face.

"Sugary," said Irwan, wiping the lips of the design with the right thumb of his hand. Then a few seconds later violently pushed his body staggered and fell to the floor.

"Hurry and change your clothes and get out!" his orders.

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