Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 10 - At the Dining Table

"From now on, I consider you my best friend, my own trust. Well, even if you're a maid and I'm a master, but I know you're the only one I can count on right now. So, don't try to betray me by hiding something about you, if you know later... " Say Erin with her signature poetic tone.

Marwah could only nod in assent. His mouth was left tight hoping that the Angel would not record his words as a promise. But, could his mind be that natural?

"Well then I want to rest first, all you want to compress the eyes. Tomorrow there is a broadcast schedule, if my eyes are swollen, my voice can also be hoarse if often cry. It could affect my work performance later. I lived first, Marwah."

Quite unexpectedly, Erin was indeed a woman of a million expressions. It only took a while, until he got Marwah. Now, the tears were instantly swept away, changing on appearance again. Now, the mind about the husband, has changed again on the job and career.

Marwah remained silent.

"Oh, yeah. Later if the father comes home you immediately make coffee and warm water for him to take a shower. Or you can just ask him what he wants."

"Well, mommy? what a no---" Sontak Marwah was shocked, hearing Erin's words just now. Is Erin really so angry that she does not want to serve Rambo even after coming home from work?

"Haishis. You already. I want to rest, tired. I'll add to your salary. Just relax. I hired you to take care of my household. My husband is often angry about the household, so I hired you. I need a break at night, one of my own husbands why overtime keeps. But, yes, it's already you, so he can't be angry anymore just about coffee and hot water." Tukas Erin while shaking the back of her hand. As a gesture to Marwah to stop protesting and immediately take orders from him.

Marwah could do nothing but follow Erin's orders, for it was not easy for her to oppose the words of this stable woman. With all his power, he is able to make decisions according to his will.

The only thing Marwah can do in order to survive and he is not put suspicion in the power of Erin is to obey first, so that when he serves Rambo as Erin's orders, he will, the presumption will break itself. Doesn't it, serving Rambo is also Marwah's wish. So this command is actually not so bad.

"Good, mom." Reply Marwah slightly lowered her head.

While waiting for Rambo to come home, Marwah began to prepare the ingredients for fruit pudding as he promised Rambo this morning. His feelings were a bit chaotic, as he still remembered Erin. I was trusted, but I betrayed him first. Marwah. But as Rambo said, feeling guilty and anxious, it is indeed the initial symptoms for people who just want to start playing with fire, but if the fire is large and stable later, will get used to it. To hell with other people's feelings, while those feelings are reciprocal and reciprocal, it doesn't matter. Just think it's worth fighting for.

Marwah considers such views normal. Normal for people who are not sane because they want to be as big as their love, cheating is not the way that can be justified. Like playing with fire, from small for a long time will be big, if not lucky you will burn out. Disappeared to dust....

He kept thinking about it until midnight: "Hey... I'm home."

The soft whisper went into Marwah's ears while the fine hair that adorned the lips to the jawline, gently rubbing on the cheek area of Marwah, it was amused deliciously, managed to wake her from sleep. Apparently Marwah fell asleep at the dinner table. After cooking and wait for Rambo to come home.

"Omm?"

"Hust!" Quick reply Rambo. One index finger on the front of the lips, as if hinting at Marwah that he had to shrink the sound a little, before finally waking Erin in the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Marwah lowered her voice, now it sounded almost like a whisper. "Sorry I overslept. You've been home a long time?"

"May I prepare first."

The night was getting late, like this it was like waking up preparing food and drinks for men who had just returned from patrol work. Marwah's mind went round and round.

Until he came along with hot chocolate milk and hardened fruit pudding. Rambo enjoys his homemade milk, while Marwah steals a glance.

"So, mom came home crying. He called you Om to pick up. But you didn't come even while he waited for 2 hours. What were you doing back then? don't you think about him at all?" Marwah opened the chat.

"Don't say Marwah. He really is. Acting the most hurt, I went to work on a motorcycle, while he wanted to be picked up by car. Yeah I should what? is it natural that I just shut up?"

Apparently Rambo already understands the nature of his wife. But, more surprisingly, now Erin has dared to tell others, Marwah who incidentally just met this morning. So, have there been many other people who can tell about Rambo from Erin? bad story means.

The night wind rippled in, moving Marwah's hair with a gentle touch.

"I like that you look at me. Let's keep looking at me and don't look away" Rambo said in a mocking tone.

Marwah immediately turned her gaze to the side, looking at the large circular staircase.

"But still Om" said Marwah. "Mommy already suspects that you're putting feelings on another woman. He knows you're cheating. Too suspicious until he asks me for help to investigate you and your mistress, um."

"Be calm, like you usually are. Like you,--" Rambo said. "I can't be calm about this crazy game either. But I cannot be apathetic in front of you. He was suspicious from the beginning that I met you again. Erin herself was also aware that our marriage was indeed present without love. I've talked about this, even from the beginning before marriage, but Erin prefers deafness. So yes, this has already been the result. So, let it be until that time reveals our relationship. Yeah, I'd rather lose everything than lose you again."

Rambo took another sip of his chocolate milk and poked at his dry lips.

"The position right now is that I'm tough, too, Om. Erin's mother trusts me, while I've betrayed her early... "

Not yet finished Marwah spoke, a voice from the side came interrupting. The soft voice was resolutely typical of Rambo's spoiled wife.

He stood in front of the stairs while frowning, glancing towards the two of them at the dining table.

"What do you mean?" said it.