Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 30 - Tomorrow the Day After tomorrow

"There are still 30 minutes before we leave for the office, I sweep the house first and wash the dishes first." Rambo said as he turned his body back.

Davin and Zico, each of whom quickly approached, offered some help or perhaps showed sympathy for the commander.

"I'm the one doing the dishes, Mom."

The offer from Davin was only met with a short laugh from Rambo. "Why? I told you, don't be so shy. You are guests, not servants. Never mind, just sit at the dinner table."

"We don't care at all, Mom. Washing dishes has nothing to do with colleagues or guests. Didn't Mas himself also say that we are not just partners. So, let us help you, ma'am." Timpal Zico from Davin's right.

Rambo looked at them, it was not the first time he had gained this kind of loyalty. In the police, they learn many things, one of which is how to help each other between members.

"Don't work alone, we stay here." It was a testament to the loyalty of the Rambo members, after Davin said it just now while patting him on the shoulder.

Rambo's lip rivets. "I see, do what you want to do. This laundry let me finish."

And it looks like both Zico and Davin are used to taking orders. They were moving immediately after Rambo said. Davin takes the broom, while Zico takes the rag.

Time passed by about 15 minutes, Erin came up with a socialite bag and a super elegant office makeup. He came down from the stairs without approaching Rambo, even if only to smear his hand.

"Loh, so filial work? You must be very familiar." A wide smile was engraved on the scratches of Erin's beautiful face. She's too perfect as a woman, "Mas, I'm leaving. Bye!"

Rambo just stayed at the end of the table. Two of his men stood up and looked back and forth from him to Erin who had already departed. Rambo calls them and tells them to sit down at the dinner table. "Sorry, I know from last night you were uncomfortable with my wife's attitude. He is so.''

Although they all seemed more friendly, Rambo's eyes narrowed as he looked towards Davin and Zico.

"What's wrong? There's something you want to tell me." Said Rambo. Although that sounds more like an accusation.

"It's okay, Mommy."

"I'm getting a divorce" Rambo said, looking away.

"Divorce?" Davin rushes around the dining table and walks towards the seat to the right of Rambo. To be closer. While Zico just moved his chair forward, docked at the table.

Davin's eyes narrowed and his figure became stiff. "What problem is it? Is it because of that, your wife is so cute and careless?"

Oops, Davin keceplosan. Rambo is not easily offended.

"You feel it too, right? Means I'm not the only one crazy. 3 months I lived with Erin, but I never once got my rights as a husband. It's proud to have a beautiful wife and a career woman like her, but I'm just a simple man, I just want to live a life complemented by female affection. But my wife--"

"Sorry, but why did you marry her first? What time did you guys date first, it doesn't seem odd or unsuitable?" Zico cuts, before Rambo finishes his explanation. But this does not make Rambo emotional, he is much calmer than usual.

"I understand that, Mom. I'm very understanding" Davin said. "Honestly, without prejudice to my respect for you and your wife. I'm a little surprised and sympathize more with you, Mom. I didn't think that a commander who was a petty criminal, apparently had to be an expert to take care of the household... "

"No problem, thank you."

"So, I went back to the beginning; are you sure of your words for divorce?" Zico asked, looking at them one by one, from Davin until his gaze ended at Rambo. "Your wife is indifferent and arbitrary to you, is it because of your plans to divorce her?"

"No," Rambo took a breath. "That nature is ingrained in his soul, I am sure it will not change even if I love him wholeheartedly. It was indeed his innate nature, he was born in a distinguished family, it was only natural that his carrier was spoiled and a commanding officer. But, it doesn't suit me, I've been trying to understand it for the last few months, even yesterday two days ago we had a big fuss and I promised to get divorced. And he knows what I want, he knows what I lack and so the cause of this problem. He begged me and promised me that night, he promised not this, he promised to change everything. So, yesterday morning I decided to go home, try to give him another chance. Unfortunately, you can see the evidence last night and today; all the promises are nil."

Rambo said as he glanced at the eyes of the two interlocutors on the left and right sides, alternating. Then he continued; "I deliberately brought a friend here, to see his change of attitude, whether he would carry out his promise or not. Apparently lying! even after you were around, he raised his chin before me, commanding me in front of others. That's pretty heartbreaking, isn't it? that's enough to drop my pride as a husband, isn't it?" Said Rambo, clutching his pants many times.

After being satisfied to look at the two members, Rambo finally lowered his head, describing the passion of deep sadness. "You are each married. I'm sure you can tell the difference between your wife and Erin, my wife. How do I feel? You guys understand, right?"

"Too sick, even for those of us who just listen, Mas." Davin clutched his finger in one fist on the table.

"Yes, that's it. As I said earlier, I realized that you feel awkward when my wife says or is in our midst. It's been more than enough for all my patience all along."

"It's very unfortunate, Mas. I admit I'm a person who hates separation, but I also understand your heart very much." Davin sighed again, then continued the conversation.

"What do you want us to help you with, Mom?" zico asked, bringing his face closer to draw Rambo's attention.

"Help me a divorce!" Rambo looked forward sharply and intently. "Help me speed up my divorce. Help me, testify, and strengthen what I feel."

A moment of silence, until finally Davin again said from the side, "When will you file a lawsuit, Mas?"

"Tomorrow the day after." Answer Rambo briefly.

"Is there any other evidence, huh?" davin said, "Nothing else is wrong? like Infidelity? Violence committed?"

Rambo's heart stopped beating when he heard the question of his members, Davin. Rambo immediately caught his breath, and snorted.

"Nothing, that's all." His voice remained firm, so as not to arouse any suspicion in the eyes of the members. "Because of that, I really need your help. Tomorrow's a holiday, so tomorrow's the day after tomorrow I'm gonna file a lawsuit, I really hope that with your help my divorce process can be accelerated."

"I'm ready to help, Ndan! today let me talk to a colleague in court to help process there later." Davin exclaimed, while putting up a ready attitude, it seems that they have now placed themselves as colleagues, because they have received orders from superiors.

Okay, this is already very good. Rambo is more and more convinced of his plans. Staying Anta Reza, I need her help to get a divorce license. Rambo thought to himself.

Right, this time after 5 years running, those who were once colleagues, have now changed positions into superiors. Anta Reza rises ahead of Rambo. This request can be difficult, it can also be easy. Rambo must really be able to convince his best friend it will be his decision to divorce, because Anta Reza is a man who is too straight and very firmly holds the bonds of marriage.