Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 24 - Free From Prison Wicked Wife

"Go from here! I fired you! Never appear before me or my husband again, I remind you! From now on stay away from my husband, if you still dare to approach Rambo-I will not pull my words to divulge your affair to the public."

And again, for the umpteenth time, Marwah again remembered Rambo's instructions for him.

-- - go down the groove, never fight, rebel, or think a lot.

Marwah did not answer anything, her mouth was left tightly clenched without a sound. However, he began to take a swing to stand up, and crawled to step off the spot.

"You're the most evil woman" Erin said with a brief cry. "You're the most heartless girl I've ever met. You can ruin the household of fellow women, among many men why should my husband whom you approach? Why is it only my husband you want? I don't want to be a widow... "

"Mother is right" answered Marwah. Now he has stood perfectly, even though every inch of his skin is full of bruised red marks. "I'm indeed the most evil woman for your household. But, if I could tell you, since living here, working here, I understand that Om Rambo has suffered a lot with you. Mother always feels hurt, without even thinking about when you were together all this time, Om-she always supports the role of mother in this house. He washes, sweeps, cleans rooms, even every breakfast always drinks cold canned milk. When I came home, I never welcomed her, never served her. In times of fatigue, even mothers always fight, defy, never be gentle. Does my mother think it can be maintained? If I could say; maybe it was Om Rambo who suffered the most, if you kept pushing this, it would be the same to hurt him continuously for life."

But that doesn't help, even though Marwah has spoken for Rambo. That's not enough to wake Erin up? except to make him angry. The hot sensation he had been carrying since coming here was getting stronger and more pronounced than ever. And the heat that was triggered due to the man's seizure, was not something that could bring peace to Erin.

Next to Erin, the water flowed and rustled, the spark darting through the reflection of the plate in the sink. Coolness touched Erin, but was unable to dissipate the heat and anger inside her. No one can cool his heart, unless Rambo withdraws his desire to break up a divorce.

"Don't say much. Your behavior is quite bold by commenting on me so, all the destruction between me and Rambo it started from you. In the past, from the very beginning we were married, I always said the flaws, and my husband never once protested. He's always patient, never angry, when he asks for something and I don't know, he's always understanding. But, everything has changed since she knew you, ever since you seduced her and made her your lover. He's so temperamental, always angry, always thinks I'm wrong." Erin said, taking a breath for a moment.

Marwah frowned as her master turned and walked back towards her. The plastic container that was used earlier was still in Erin's hand.

"I lost my husband because of you." Erin lifted the container up, as if to hit Marwah again. But, it's wrong. When Marwah heard the plastic hit the tile.

As soon as Marwah looked at the look in the eye, there was something she happily wanted to remove. Must be able;

"It's not because of me. But because of the attitude of the mother who can not support him. Om that-he's a guy who likes to hide, he's too weak to fight everything in his life. As a wife there is an important role to help her upright, mother herself is also aware you are married without love. But, that love can grow over time, unfortunately the mother is too indifferent to her. The withered om, dying because no one supported him to live, he was always alone."

Unexpectedly, Erin's heart raced fast while realizing the loneliness Rambo, her husband, felt. And part of his heart responded to that. Doesn't she feel alone most of the time? However, the loneliness and indifference that Rambo feels is not necessarily Erin's fault. For Erin, the presence of Marwah is the most fatal cause of what happened to their marriage.

"What you say, it's all just a joke. Any defense that comes out of your mouth will not affect what is already in my mind. Once a man's husband grabs, forever a snatch." Erin raised her tone for the umpteenth time, her index finger was already raised in front of Marwah's face.

Marwah casts a vision on Erin, "I don't blame Om Rambo for insisting on divorce. Looking at the attitude of this mother, I understand very well what kind of madness she was going through."

Erin withdrew her hand and let the fingers that dared to brandish earlier go down. He then faced Marwah closer and said, "You talk too much. An affair does not have to act like I know my husband best. And I'm telling you, you're too brave with me. You forgot that I could destroy both of you at once, especially the man you captured."

Next to Marwah's dark eyebrows raised.

"Because of the secrets I have about you guys."

"We have no secrets." Answer Marwah.

Erin snorted, and laughed. Had it been someone else's face, he really looked like a fighter who underestimated the opponent. That dropping expression would probably put Marwah under pressure.

"Ha-ha-ha, what a shameless thing. Go then! See you at the destruction." Erin.

Marwah just looked at her coldly, she did not feel any threat from her employer, or rather her former employer. He will certainly feel it if he is not honest with Rambo before. Indeed, lying will only make it harder.

"Good ma'am, I'm saying goodbye." Answer's short. Then leave, occasionally stealing glances in the direction of the surveillance cameras Rambo installed.

By the time he came out of the house, Marwah seemed to breathe the air of freedom that Rambo had felt recently. His steps slowly down the wet asphalt. He looked up at the sky, looking at the dim horizon. Is beautiful.... And it was dark, sealing his gaze after the two palms present closed his beautiful eyelids.

"Omm?"

Obviously Marwah knows the owner of the hand, just by touching it. Who else owns big hands, with the fine hair he knows besides Rambo.

"Sorry," Rambo whispered in a regretful voice. "I'm sorry I sacrificed you for this plan. You must be in pain... "