Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 42 - Now it's Marwah's Turn

Whether it had been how long Rambo's car had been running, the wheels were spinning accompanying his master on the asphalt. He continued to go back and forth, as if his body was racing with his mind, pain and cold air pierced his chest even though Rambo had used a thick jacket.

Right now, there was no moral support from anyone he would get, other than just on a woman he had hidden in a house down town. He decided to go there now.

"Omm?"

Marwah looked up to be able to look at Rambo who just arrived at the door lips, then asked, "What's the matter Om? Is there a problem?"

Rambo's face grew fiercer even as he tried to smile. He knew he didn't have to say anything, because all he needed now was support from one person. Saying that the incident she experienced just now to Marwah will only remind her of the mother's oath.

Rambo reached out, though hesitated, before finally embracing Marwah. Marwah knows the reason. He knew that Rambo was trying to strengthen mentally for their relationship. He could feel Rambo's reluctance to deepen their contact. Although Rambo the gondrong's mind can be felt clearly. However, Rambo's current attitude, hit Marwah's desire to ask him.

And Marwah doesn't know how to deal with it, doesn't mean she doesn't care. But, the reality that has happened now makes Marwah more unanimous want to take the same steps as Rambo did.

"It's okay Om, calm down, let go of everything you feel. I'm right here..." Whisper in Rambo's ear.

Then the deck was taken off by Rambo, and he replied. "Thank you."

"Sit there, let me get you some water."

While sitting on the sofa of the house, Rambo seemed released from a very heavy load and the air around him felt so comfortable. He took a deep breath, as if inhaling all the power of the universe and exhaled it slowly, giving a wide relief within his chest that had been claustrophobic. Yes, he is a free man and no one can take away his freedom. There aren't.  The woman, who was very healing for her heart wound, came two minutes later from the middle room.

With a smile, Marwah greeted him and Rambo became a little confused. He got up from the chair and approached.

"Om, this is your drinking water."

But Rambo's forehead immediately shriveled, his attention was again bukal on the figure of Marwah or white water brought by him, but on a large object that he carried in his left hand. "Where are you going? Bring that big bag, you want to go?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Marwah briefly.

"Why? You changed your mind with me, or what? Everyone closest to me goes and hates me, and then you want that too?"

Marwah smiled warmly, then put her clothes bag on the floor. His hands so gently touched Rambo's fingers that they were almost twice as big as his own.

"No Om," he said as he glanced at Rambo later. "I will never leave you again. I go so I can be united with you. You've taken steps to separate from Erin's mother, so we can be together. Therefore, it is now my turn to finish the relationship with my husband. I have to go back home, I have to go back and see him, or wait for him to come home there."

"Om, even if I wait for him to come home and return home, he will be suspicious. I don't dare---"

"You're afraid of being beaten again by him, aren't you?" Sela Rambo's. "Then how do you want a divorce? Before you say that desire, you will definitely be hit all out right!"

And again Marwah does not know what to answer and how to deal with Rambo now. What Rambo says is true, but this must be faced if he wants to get out of the prison of fate and pick up his ass with Rambo.

Marwah was silent for a moment, and the shadows that he and Rambo had gone through, the steps that Rambo had taken to be with him. Finally strengthen Marwah's determination again, even if it must be hit, why not? This is a good reason to get divorced. Isn't it for the sake of helping Rambo's divorce plan first, he also had to be beaten by Erin? Ah, you shouldn't back off.

"That's why I have to go back home, before she gets home." Marwah. "Don't worry Om, you want us to be together soon, right? we put our relationship together in the right bond. Therefore, let me go before finally coming back to you."

"But I can't," Rambo looked away, staring at the bright, white tile. "I can't break up with you, even for a moment. I'm traumatized. I'm afraid you're gone again for a long time, like 5 years ago. I can't bear to repeat the same process, waiting and looking for you all those years. But from the bottom of my heart, what I'm most afraid of is that the man is flirting again on your body. Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.... "

"I'm not leaving anymore. I-i promise. But for now, I want to ask you again, you still want to wait for me right Om?" Marwah replied, glaring at her sparkling eyes staring at Rambo full of warmth. "You told me, nothing works without sacrifice. I myself could not bear to live a life of pain, until one year of marriage that I got was just a blow. I felt lied to, deceived, even during the 365 days I lived with him, I failed to cultivate love. Therefore Om, let me go to settle my affairs with him."

"Well, I'll wait for you." Rambo said with a sigh. "But before that, don't ever delete my phone number. Call me right away, if that man does any more roughness in your body. Please don't shut up, I promise to come soon."

"I understand."

"If you get hit again, report to me. Let me hit him."

Marwah smiled, "Yes Om, I'll call you if anything happens."

Thus, before Marwah really left, Rambo took the time to hug the woman he loved. Hugged it with a heavy heart. "I'm taking ya?" and Marwah just shook her head as a sign of rejection.

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As minutes passed on the way, Marwah finally arrived at the village where she lived. In the reot house he called the hell of the world. Unfortunately there was a surprising thing that happened when the doorknob was held.

"Not locked?" Said slowly.

And the heart was pounding even more, as the look in his eyes froze to find the shadow of the man in the sleeveless sweatshirt sitting on a wooden chair, right in front of him.

"Where are you? Remember the house?" Greet the man with a flat face, but the eyes were sinisterly full of wrath.