Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Wound Design

 

With a bit of a shock, Reka tried to stand up. What am I supposed to wear? Didn't he throw away all my clothes? I never thought, how did that psychopath become a doctor? The plan clenched his hands. Yes, she could only growl, begrudging the lecherous man who was now her husband.

The designer walked towards the large door that was inside the room then shifted it slowly. Again, Reka gasped in amazement at the contents. So many beautiful branded clothes neatly arranged there.

Wowhh amazing .... Speechless re-design of Irwan's wealth. But that expression did not last long. His forehead shriveled looking at the price tag on the clothes.

What the hell does this mean? Want to show off or what? Want to show that he's the son of the sultan, is that it? Hmh! trashy! Design the gown she holds and walk back to see the table in the middle of the room. Designa's eyes again sparkled after seeing the sparkling item behind the glass table.

"Jeez .. is this a diamond?" The design suppresses the voice so that it does not sound to others. He took the jewelry with his hand.

"If only his behavior was sweet. Surely I will be grateful to have a husband like him," muttered Reka.

Crossed back that incident. Instantly his chest felt heavy. There is a sense of regret for choosing to agree to marry Irwan.

O God, isn't this the path I take? Is this the destiny I have to go through?

Breathe out slowly and arrange his heart so as not to dissolve in sadness. He grabbed a long jumpsuit hanging there.

"Yes, I'll use this. As a symbol that I'm not easily intimidated," said Reka steadfastly.

Ten minutes later.

The designer walked out of the room and looked for Irwan's figure. She saw a guest talking to her husband. Who is that guy? Why should I say hello to him? The designer cleared his throat, smiling clumsily greeted Irwan and the guest who was sitting opposite.

As if bewitched, the two who had had a casual conversation spontaneously silenced, gasping to see the appearance of the design that was so enchanting. But Irwan who has a proud nature quickly turned his eyes, did not want to drag on in a gaze that gave a strange twinkle in his heart. But different from his guests. The guest did not blink, staring with a gaze of interest at such a beautiful Design. The design looks radiant especially with a red dress lit on her body. "Wao," said the guest in a soft voice.

Irwan's feelings raged, not liking his friend to look at his wife like that. He threw the couch cushion until it hit Chandra's head. "Udah bosen is alive!"

"Eh sorry, your wife is beautiful" replied Chandra honestly.

Irwan stared intently at Chandra, making Chandra awkward.

"Quiet, Bro. I won't call you bini, really." Chandra snapped, revealing his neatly arranged teeth.

Irwan looked back at the still standing Reka. "Eh, you, here!" Shake hands as a code to get the designer closer.

Reka looked upset. Irwan called out to him as if calling a servant. But he still followed that order. Holding a heart that seems torn because it is not appreciated as a wife.

Withstanding the humiliation, Reka stepped up, sitting down down next to Irwan. Patience Reka, you do not cry. If you are weak, he will be even more happy to trample on your pride. The design calms itself.

"You've seen it, haven't you? So leave! Don't interrupt my first night," cast Irwan unceremoniously at his friend.

Design gawking. How could he speak like that to others.

"Hey .. patience, man. It's still afternoon. It wasn't your first night two years ago, was it? Then tonight is your second night. Didn't we?" lang Chandra while making a smile.

Again, Reka was stunned to hear Chandra's words. What the hell does this mean? He knows that ....

The designer stood up, staring intently at Chandra.

"wait. What do you mean just now?" ask the designer who half understands the direction of the conversation. He wanted to make sure what he was thinking was the same as what they were discussing.

The designer still looked seriously at Chandra and flashed back memories of the incident two years ago.

"Aren't you the one who used to be ngajakin Rania-" Risa hasn't had time to finish the speech, Irwan first grabbed her arm firmly. Staring at the nanar eyeball Reka with the roar of breath that is so hunting. Why her? Inner Design. Suddenly, he felt the horror spread throughout his body. The design shrieked, the feeling was not pleasant to look at Irwan like that.

"Come with me!" The wrathful Irwan forcefully pulled out Reka's arm. The design complained but was not cared for by Irwan. He continued to drag Reka's thin body away from the living room and towards their room.

"Hey, don't be so rude to her!" chandra exclaimed when she saw the host leaving her who was still sitting on the living room sofa.

"Oh, it's none of my business." Chandra got up from her seat and left Irwan's house.

Keep them in the room. Irwan slammed the door until his voice echoed through the room.

"You're so disrespectful!" snapped Irwan, staring into the eyes of Reka. He pushed back the skinny body of the Design firmly, the Design staggered and hit the wall. Designa's teary eyes endure physical pain as well as her heart.

"Don't cry!" Irwan locks his body with both hands. Staring at the pale face of the design and lips that began to shake.

"I'm just telling you to come out, not talk!" added Irwan who is still in a loud voice. Makes the ears ring for a moment.

Seeing the frightened Design instead of pity even made Irwan's emotions become more explosive. His anger has gone up to the crown. He also gripped the two thin cheeks Reka.

"You want to know why Chandra found out about what happened two years ago?" said Irwan with a growling tone.

"It's because of me! I'm the one who told him to take your friend away from you!"

"I planned it all! I put in your little sleeping pills. Thatme! I'm the villain!" shouted Irwan. His eyes widened with a rough-sounding breath.

Hearing the explanation from Irwan made Reka's blood sigh, her veins seemed to break instantly. Knowing the actual events makes the design even more inflamed. In an instant, their fear turned to hatred. He pushed Irwan's body hard until Irwan staggered back.

Plakk!

A loud slap landed right on Irwan's left cheek. Irwan held onto his cheek which felt hot. "How dare you!"

Plakkkp!

The slap landed on his right.

"Basic fucking psychopath!"

Irwan's eye lock design with a look no less fierce. Now their eyes were clashing as if ready for battle.

"Why? You want to hit me? Wanted to slap me too, yeah!" say Design with a high tone. He seemed ready to fight against Irwan whose strength was many times that of him.

"You're a real villain. How could you plan something so vile? Did you know my life was really ruined because of you? Where's your conscience!" yell Reka. He spilled all his frustration, all the heartache he had endured all this time.

"I hate you so much, Irwan!" said Reka with a voice that still sounded jarring.

The flowing tear. He was expressing the heartache he had been keeping to himself.

"I don't want to live with you. I want to get out of here!"

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