Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 44 - The Secret Behind Marwah's Marriage

"Wheels?"

"I am given money by people, as long as there is you." Norman said, his voice was slower but his expression was still happy. For a year he hid, and hid this from Marwah. "You don't know why I got money from someone else, through you?"

"No." Marwah shook her head and rubbed her eyes. It was as if the action was able to clarify his vision to Norman. "What do you mean, sir? Someone else give you money by hurting me?"

When Marwah rose again and looked at Norman again, Marwah dared to swear that even for a moment, her husband's eyes were emitting strange and flaming cues as she had seen them before. But then the glare disappeared and went back dark, hard to guess.

"Why? You feel anxious?"

"Obviously Sir." Marwah was trembling again. "I have nothing wrong with anyone else, but why would anyone want to see me suffer. Making me live and live in hell with a rude husband like you. I don't even know you, but why would you ruin someone else's life for money?"

"Don't do that, kill anyone else I can. If everyone gets money, especially the nominal is big. Whynot? I'm a thug, you don't forget." Said Norman. "Therefore, as long as I remain paid, you will remain here, in this house."

"No." Tears flooded Marwah's cheeks like waves so big and fast that he could barely breathe. Marwah had no idea what she would do, if she had to duck in this house forever until the bad guy who told Norman to stop. He will not be willing to live that long in this prison, and Norman will continue to torture him until M4ti.

"I don't know you, I never loved you. Even after a year of marriage, even if I really got dirty for what you did. I want to split up, I came back here just to get divorced with you, sir," Marwah added. The look on his face was firm, his eyes narrowed into rows. "I don't want to be deceived, I don't want to be a victim, of obscure people like you or the one who told you that. If I knew that you were doing all this on purpose.... Tortured me for someone else's... "

Marwah raised her chin and looked at Norman sharply. "No, I would never marry a man like you. Even if I have to carry a child alone. Better to live that way... "

"You think I care?" Norman said as he snorted, then lifted the cigarette from the back pocket of his pants. "I'll never let you go, let alone divorce. I told you that you're a money field, where would anyone take it off?"

"Can't!!!!!" Marwah shouted as she pulled Norman's shirt over. His eyes were sharp despite tears. "I'm not the doll that can be destroyed as you wish. I am human, I have dignity and dignity! I have a right to live!"

For the first time Marwah's courage to fight back was back, her tone was high, even her hands dared to pull and stretch Norman's shirt, until her husband's body was repeatedly knocked forward and behind.

"Quite woi!" Norman again lost his patient side, his light hand so easily slapped a slap on Marwah's cheek. "As I've said before, while I'm still getting money from that guy. You'll stay here! And I'll do as he tells you!"

But Marwah did not stop, even though it had received violence again. He looked back at Norman, "Then tell me who told you?!"

The unperturbed high tone, giving Marwah firmness, showed her tired side all this time. Marwah continued to rebel, screaming in front of her husband Norman's face.

"Listen yes," Norman said with a relaxed face without any guilt. "You want to scream like nothing will never scare me. You want to know who's behind it? That's your business, find out for yourself. I'm not gonna talk, my mouth's locked." Next, along with the thumb that moves from the edge of the lip to the tip. Just like a closed clothes zipper.

For God's sake, with all that, Marwah took a grudge and a deep heartache on the one who had ruled Norman.

"But, take it easy there are exceptions" Norman smiled coldly like a psychopath. "If you can give me more money than that man, I can open my mouth."

"I will never give you another penny. I'm going to split up, I'm asking to split up!!!"

"Hayesarghh!!" screeched Norman, he threw a hand in front of Marwah. "You seem to have forgotten who your husband is!"

Norman hit Marwah again, harder and more ruthless. Marwah was slapped to the point of falling on the bathroom tile.

Everyone nearby was kicked by the emotionless Norman. Even Marwah's own body, until all the items in her clothing pocket were thrown out. With no mercy from the cruel Norman, Marwah was kicked, beaten, even trampled for a moment by her husband.

"I told you! You'll still be staying here. Fuck you want to talk about everything else, it's hard to teach street women like you! Brain's shallow. So wives are hard to manage."

Norman's words did not reach Marwah's eardrum, all buzzing and Marwah's sight began to blur. But his hands did not stop to help him leave, waving at the small object in front of him. Old cell phone that crashed near the bucket. Marwah wants that thing.

Please, just give me a little strength. Help me, I want to call Om gondrong. Om, I'm in pain, sick Om. Help me... Just give me a little strength, this close distance is not as far as I had hoped before I met him again. Therefore, help me... Marwah muttered in his heart.

But even Norman was undaunted, the more Marwah tried to move forward by hand, the more pleased he became. The more he feels winning.

"It hurts?! You are in pain, right?! Hence the receding!!! Marwah!!!!" Norman yelled again, banging on the bathroom wall, while his feet stomped the tiles loudly. He began to lose control.

Please give me strength, I have to call Om Gondrong. Marwah said again, in the heart.

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