Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 17 - The Grand Mistress of Infidelity Control

Marwah's eyes were painful and every bone of his body was sore. He is not a person who is good at holding back tears, even though he is just silent and restless.

A bad day this morning. Thick clouds moved across the extremely blue sky. Marwah looked at Erin's face with a feeling of great concern. He hopes that he is in the sleep realm. He hoped that this was just a dream. Really shit. He only hoped to get rid of Erin's words and return on a good day behind the leaves. His efforts have temporarily survived with crazy actions, apparently from the beginning revealed.

But this was the reality, Erin's face did not disappear from Marwah's eyes. It became clearer, and longer. Not until he answers the questions Erin gave. Not until he's sure to make a decision. But then again, if Rambo is able to do anything just for his love, why can't I? Think Marwah.

"You're gonna help me, aren't you, Marwah?" Said Erin once again, after never getting an answer from Marwah. He stroked Marwah's pale cheeks, flicked his dark brown shoulder-length hair, then sighed. "Help me so that my husband breaks his intention to divorce. That way, I keep this secret well, you certainly do not want Rambo's career that has been built desperately from the bottom up to the position now, destroyed so badly?"

"No, ma. No!" Marwah exclaimed, the look on his face was enough to describe his current feelings. "Father is not wrong---"

"Then answer me, stop buying time." Erin replied in a very firm tone to the cruel woman.

Marwah. "Yes, mom. I'll try."

Erin instantly changed her gaze, glancing far ahead. Look at the cactus flowers and the sunlight blocked by the trees. He smiled, as if his wish had hope of being re-realized. Hearing Marwah's approval, he should be safe enough by now. Even if Rambo insisted, there was no way he could resist Marwah's will. This fact was a little bit favorable, but it was also very painful actually for Erin.

"Do well, Marwah. Talk to and meet my husband. Tell him what should have happened. I'm sure he won't divorce me." Said stingy.

"Remember! take care of this secret carefully, lest Rambo find out about our agreement. Act like I don't know anything about your relationship. You don't have to worry, I'm not gonna kick you out. You keep my secrets, I keep your secrets. Isn't that enough?"

Erin got up from the seat and walked slowly towards the refrigerator, throwing the leftover fruit pudding overnight onto the floor, once again. Like dehavu. And back to the room.

"Food like that is never again in this house. A lowly affair like you doesn't deserve to take my throne... " Whisper as it passes.

Marwah was silent, wiping away the tears along with a lump of jelly that had been crushed on the tile, "Padah, Om really liked this... Sorry Om, I'm sorry for being present again in your life." Marwah said slowly, painstakingly holding the clear bead soaked her soft cheeks.

He realized that he had been down a winding road, now he had to slow down his pace, aware that what he faced now was not just a victim of his affair with Rambo. Erin, is a super smart, selfish and cunning woman.

With a glued look, after the incident this morning. Marwah is still trying to carry out household duties, while Erin chooses to go out, take a little walk to get rid of the pressure, one of them goes to a beauty clinic; because she has to take care of the eye bags as soon as possible, tomorrow morning is the broadcast schedule. Still it....

From a distance, Marwah heard the car engine arrive and stop when the driver stuck the brakes firmly. With his heart pounding hard, Marwah gasped, turned to the sound and froze. A huge black car was already parked on the terrace, and the figure of the dashing long-haired big man came out from there. Who else is coming, if not Rambo.

Marwah tried to calm down, remembering every wish Erin. He was really trying to keep Rambo from realizing anything. But he seemed hypnotized, not just because he was nervous. He felt unable to make Rambo trapped, lying let alone destroy his life. Marwah knew very well, how Rambo loved his institution so much. The soul of the knight as a state security apparatus, grew up in Rambo's heart.

And what happens now for Marwah is how he can protect Rambo's life and self-esteem. To hell with his wishful thinking and love, being able to see Rambo alone is enough. Although I don't know what other intentions are stored Erin now, so let Marwah stay there.

"Revelation!" Rambo's voice approaching. Along with his body that holds Marwah.

Marwah herself barely realizes the doorbell has fallen because it was nudged by a broomstick, almost hitting her head before Rambo finally grabbed her and protected her. Indeed, Rambo's body was more than enough to drown Marwah's body.

The huddle makes the bodies of Rambo and Marwah interact quite intimate, where Marwah is able to feel the heartbeat of Rambo who hugged him from behind. Rambo embraces Marwah's body and protects it to be safe.

The bell fell on Rambo's back, before finally falling onto the tile, his voice sounding loud.

"Omm?" Marwah's head turned to look at his savior.

"Are you okay?" Rambo smiled gently.

Immediately Marwah twisted her body and caught Rambo's tall shadow and gondrong brownish hair.

"What are you doing Om?"

"Especially if not protecting you." Answer Rambo with a smile. "What's going on, you daydream like that?"

"Aw!"

Not yet Marwah answered, Rambo had whimpered. Presumably the bell was able to penetrate the defenses of Rambo's back muscles, until it was able to make him moan in pain. His heavy voice sounded.

"Om, come on in. Let me help you with this."

"Where's the Erin?" ask Rambo, while walking slowly into the house.

"Mom's gone out of there."

Rambo.

Looking up.

His vision traced the kitchen ceiling from the dining chair. The hard jaws are square and the nose is pointed, giving a firm depiction of Rambo's thrilling visualization.

"Of."

Rambo frowned, focusing on the figure of Marwah standing in front of him, then gazing into the compress pouch held by him. "Wait for what else? Help me, I can't do it alone, how can I compress my back?"

Marwah gulped his saliva rough. Grilled with a huge sense of dilemma, does he deserve to touch Rambo even when his rightful wife has learned of the connection between them? Is it still worth it to see the body and chest of Rambo's field with their current condition? Really no, Marwah feels contemptible and inappropriate for it!

"What are you thinking? I'm in pain--"

Apparently Marwah daydreamed too much, not realizing anything, before Rambo pulled his hand.

Finally, with caution and heart pounding Marwah touched the exotic and muscular skin from behind, the man's shoulder line was twice as long as his own. Each touch is like a death drum that is ready to lead them in a harmonious rhythm of togetherness.

Honey, they can't enjoy that moment in a bond of approval. One day Marwah will miss this time, later.