Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 43 - The Cruelest Man

"Where have you been?"

The first greeting Marwah got when he re-entered the house in the narrow village.

His eyes were round, while his entire body was frozen. The man with the appearance of the thug, since when was he home? Her mouth began to mute even just to answer a question from a man, whom she called her husband. The man, whose name is Norman, approached. So Marwah's breath felt empty.

"Woy! Where did I ask you from?! remember you in this house?"

Norman's tone rose, the tempramental man slammed his wine-bell bottle onto the floor. Shards shot out in all corners, Marwah immediately turned a deaf ear.

"You're a mute ha?!" One Norman grip on Marwah's mouth. "Java!"

Shaking, Marwah's body trembled. His mouth began to open even though his words were stammered. "Ma-af Sir... " Answer answered, trying to remove Norman's grip from his mouth. "I work, I don't have any money after you've taken everything in the stall back then."

"You have an obligation, demon! your husband goes home, needs coffee, needs food, goes as good as you can."

"Sorry sir, sorry." Marwah's eyes began to heat up, she wanted to cry. But so strong was the grip, as if closing the gap of her tears to come out.

Norman, the muscular man of Rambo's age, the tempramental figure who always makes the fur of Marwah goosebumps, meeting him always makes Marwah scared.

"Br3mr!" He spit, right next to Marwah's body. "You really pissed me off! female demon, wife not becus! your husband is looking for money, you're going. Shrimp brains are you, tol0l."

"If you are looking for money, where is it? You talk about the work. But money was never there for me, I always made my own money. Even now, the capital of the coffee shop has been squeezed, I work as a maid in someone else's house to support myself, what's wrong?!" Marwah replied as soon as Norman's grip escaped from his mouth.

"Jawab you now! dare you now with men."

"Ground you, here!" Now that Norman's hand had switched, the nimble side to hurt the man was lured again. His hand quickly reached for the crown of Marwah's head. "Already stopped instead of being self-conscious instead of visiting. Your brain is empty, Marwah. That street girl like you, there's no value in anyone's eyes."

Marwah grimaced, screaming hoping that her husband would stop pulling her, pulling her hair. Marwah's body ache, his scalp felt loose, as if the head wanted to separate from the neck. Norman mercilessly and pityingly dragged him from the front door to the bathroom.

"Fast sir! sick sir." Pekik Marwah's. "For the sir."

"Campus you, let's die! already gone from home, behind his attitude high like the sky. Ask for money, ask for money. Take care of men not becus much want."

"Although sir, I'm having a hard time breathing sir. Forgive."

Now Marwah was wet, as soon as her face was thrown by Norman into the bathtub. What a bad luck, poor woman, who is this rude thug guy? Why should he be a part of Marwah's life! Many times Marwah prayed, complaining to God. Is it really dirty? so fate is so cruel to her.

"I came back three days ago. You're as good as leaving home. Next time you don't want to be taught a lesson, either." Said Norman. "So good bini, I won't hit you either. Already, quickly change clothes. Cook, I'll eat."

Marwah did not answer anything, only as much as possible to withstand the cold of the tub. While wiping the remnants of water on his deathly face for a moment.

Until a while after a bit of calm, he again tried to open his mouth, against the wall of pain that made him full of wounds.

"Why? Why are you so rude to me, sir?" He said suddenly, before Norman went outside the bathroom.

Norman stopped at the door. "Color of money." Norman replied briefly, his smile turning subtle.