Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 02 - It's Just Marwah

"His husband? Are you married?"

Marwah lowered her head, either to hide her wounds or because she could not look into Rambo's fiery eyes. Right now both are being shaken by feelings that cannot be described, longing, angry, sorry and other feelings that are too much to mention.

"I'm married! a year ago Om. He's a nice guy who saved me from street thugs back here."

The heartache Rambo felt as soon as he heard that fact from Marwah, the fact that Marwah was married was like a dagger that unsheathed his chest, so hurt his heart to the deep.

But he cannot blame the circumstances. For he had done the same thing, which was to marry Erin 2 months ago. At that instant Rambo wanted to cuss over time, which answered his expectations at the present time, when they had both made choices to others, marrying others.

"If it's good, why did he hit you like this?! shit!"

Rambo hits a wooden roof support pole at the Marwah stall. And the sound of cursing coming out of his beard-filled mouth was like a ghost ready to go berserk.

"It's nothing, I did it wrong." Marwah defends husband who seems to be the target of Rambo's death.

"Stay away! he doesn't deserve to hit you, no matter how big of a mistake you make!"

Marwah just looked down, then his attention was turned on Rambo's brownish wrist.

"The bracelet-" he said, glancing at the black bracelet Rambo was wearing in his left hand. "Om already wear... his wife how? don't like?"

"I will keep this gift from you, but my wife, who is now, is not."

There was no time or opportunity for Marwah to show her her nest. There is no time for him to worry anymore about Rambo who is familiarly called Om Gondrong because this meeting has proven that the man he loves is married. There was nothing but pretending to be happy and calm like he had done before.

"Indeed the gift from me is not much, no wonder that Om's wife does not like it. I'm sorry, but I didn't have the money to buy that expensive." Her speech.

"Not that he doesn't like it. I'm married, but to someone else. I had a chance to cancel the wedding, because I realized that I could not lose you. 5 years have I struggled, no results. Until after I got married two months ago, it was fate that brought us together again." Rambo with a heavy heart. "As you said I should wear this bracelet with the couple I love. So I just wish I could wear this with you, not the others. Even though I'm married, but I don't love her."

A fellow policeman who suddenly came to point a gun at Marwah, right in his position behind Rambo. The Rambo member shouted loudly, while Marwah could only raise her hand and exclaimed, "I'm sorry! sorry."

Hearing the screams of his members, Rambo immediately turned his body, then calmly like nothing happened to raise half his hand. "Through, this one's clean. Catch the guy from the coffee shop just now."

"Ready ndan! everything is secured! but no one's claiming who the bookie is!" Said the member while lowering his weapon.

"Continue searching, I'll catch up!"

The member then left, and along with that Rambo whispered in Marwah's ear before then saying farewell again for tonight, "Don't go again, I'll be back later, after this task is done. We have a lot to tell."

Now with just a few minutes, Rambo has run like a shadow. While Marwah was just silent in his stall, as if still do not believe the surprise given by God to him tonight. Surprise is good, but it's bad.

"I think I'd be safe hiding in a small village half an hour from the city's border. Turns out wrong, I still meet you, Om, even though 5 years have passed." Marwah muttered in his heart.

The night air is increasingly piercing, cold that continues to bite the exotic Rambo skin. As soon as he completed the task of catching it, Rambo returned home. His eyesight was immediately fixated on the figure of Erin, the spoiled wife he had just edited 2 months ago.

The shadow of Marwah figure he just met again had crossed his head, apparently it was a bit similar to Erin, from the age, hair, the way she laughed, everything until she could not distinguish from each other. Om Gondrong, Mas, Om Gondrong, Mas------ Rambo's mind is fucked up.

"You're finally home, too, Mom... " Erin opened her eyes suddenly in a flash so fast, that Rambo could not switch.

"I'm going to take a shower, get hot water ready. Make coffee too." Pinta Rambo then.

"Mas. You know for yourself tomorrow I have to work, if I wake up late and be reprimanded by the boss. You can make your own coffee, I'm tired... Hmmmmm... " Erin mend3sah while rubbing her eyes again lazily.

Rambo gets the same treatment. Erin was too spoiled and was apathetic to him. The thought of the resemblance to Marwah had instantly vanished already. Although Erin herself has talked to learn about her role as a wife, apparently until now all was just a word.

"You are similar, your image, your face, the way you smile, talk, to your age. It all makes me feel like I found him in you. At the beginning of meeting you, I was like looking at a mirror that reflected her figure on you. But all of that is just a physical resemblance, whereas in reality you have been much different.... " Said Rambo with a blank look at Erin.

Erin who heard Rambo's strange-sounding words, immediately opened her eyes again.

"You guys are not the same--" Rambo said.

Those empty eyes, made Erin confused. She got up from the bed, swung her palm in front of Rambo to make sure that her husband was not bouncing.

"Mass? what the hell is that?! you bouncing?!" Erin said, although the intonation of her voice did not sound warm at all. "Everything does not need to work nights, bother making coffee prepare bath water. You don't think I'm tired, I work all day too! keep telling, if not obeyed start talking digress."

Rambo sighed for the umpteenth time, hearing Erin's grunt that wasn't squeaky despite her ears being hot. If only he was light-handed like Marwah's husband, maybe Erin was done bonyok tonight. Who could stand a wife like that?

"Eat him with a housekeeper! how many times have I talked! always ngeyel. Starting tonight I want to separate rooms, do not want to be bothered you continue when you go home from work. I'm going to rest too!" The talk continued until Erin prepared to come out of the room with an upset expression that made Rambo fed up.

Suddenly, his steps stopped at the door. Just as Rambo was about to slam a glass on the nightstand next to the bed. Indeed, the marriage that was created, was born without harmony.

"But for a second, what do you mean I'm different? who am I different from?" Erin asked Rambo back. "Who have you always compared me to?"