Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 45 - The Power of Rambo

"Well, you stupid Norman, I shouldn't have told you this. You're just going too far, so I get emotional." Norman said, he again focused on Marwah on the floor. "Already, okay. I'm just running orders. After all, if you obey, I will not be cruel. Come on, get up, I'll eat. Make me some food!"

Marwah answered nothing, in her mind only one, reaching for the little cell phone near the bucket. Although his body was too weak, even to just rise closer to a distance of about 7 kilan. Marwah, who had obtained physical violence, was only able to rely on the strength of her right fingers.

"Where do you work? I won't let you go, you can only work in this village." Norman said again, but there was still no answer.

He frowned as soon as he realized something, as he noticed the strange movements and the rounded look of Marwah somewhere.

"You heard no?"

Norman's gaze instantly changed, mimicking the direction of Marwah's gaze. Now he realized that Marwah was trying to achieve something, and when he found out. Norman returned to Murka.

He moved forward and picked up the phone first.

"Well-ngan!" Marwah said stammering and slow.

"Who do you want to call? You want to talk to people?" Norman again raised his tone, his eyes bulging as a sign of his annoyance at the wife. "Oh, or maybe you left home not work, but already dating here and there. Keep on now what? Want to call someone else, let me help you? Don't expect, I'll never let it go.

Norman held the phone up high and slammed it on the floor as hard as he could. Right in front of Marwah the phone was destroyed, separated, along with it lost also hope in Rambo's help.

"Done," Norman said with relief. "And after this, do not again try to play games, or against my will. Before I run out of patience, get up. Change clothes and make me eat."

Marwah grimaced, while tears came back and flowed down her red cheeks many slap marks. The shadow of a slammed and shattered phone is like bodies writhing in pain. It felt as if he and Norman were alone in this world. Norman will continue to hurt and he will continue to be tormented.

"You really upset me. Get outside! I'm gonna take a shower. Don't forget to make food for me, I've had a bath already there must also be a meal."

Marwah was forced to rise, her body staggered to follow the wall. Her hair was neat, so messy was not careless. His gaze clouded, but he tried to keep going.

About half an hour after that, after everything Norman wanted was obeyed. That's all Marwah can do, because if you fight again, it's the same as spending life before the war.

While Norman was eating, Marwah sat curled up on the bedroom bed and wrapped her hands around his feet. "Evil! who could do all this to me?! what revenge? What am I wrong? I've been tormented since the death of both parents, living half dead from busking in the street. Why would anyone want to be evil to me?"

"Whoi!! Tomorrow I don't want to just eat omelet vegetables. Cheese!! Egg ketchup continues, Long-time I boils. B0doh wife, do not know how to cook you? Now I'm still sorry I'm hungry, but if tomorrow I'm still cooking this junk food, just look at me and hit you again."

Marwah hoped that when it was made deaf for a moment by God, would cry was too sick for his eyes. Should he again curse fate, if there is Rambo... That's what he expected. If the phone hadn't come out of her skirt pocket...

He looked up, staring at the ceiling of the room from the bamboo webbing. It's full of spider nests after a few months it's left.

"Om, how do you know? I'm afraid to live with this monster guy. I'm ill... Om, you know there's someone else who masterminded all this... He's so mean, right, Om?! I've been suffering all this time, but he's not satisfied." Marwah said slowly, his voice was much smaller than his own breath. "If you were me, what would you do?"

Don't panic Marwah, keep looking ahead. Your life's grip will collapse if you're weak. Remember that! I like and sympathize with you, not because you are a weak girl who has no power of effort. But, because you are a super strong woman who never fails to wade through life. You are an intelligent woman who is able to resist the flow of the times. You grew up on the streets, of course your mentality is much stronger than a spoiled housewife. Never forget that.

And at the moment of daydreaming it was also suddenly the memory of Rambo filled the memory of Marwah, The words that Rambo always said filled the deepest part of his brain memorial. The sound of the gondrong man echoed, like the surroundings fused with the air around him.

The memory of Rambo seemed to give him the strength to rise again. Until in this second, Marwah realized one thing. Either because their love is too strong, or because Marwah is always thinking of Rambo; the presence of Rambo does give him tremendous power, even when they have separated. Rambo is still able to provide moral support and that is very helpful at the moment.

"Om, I will definitely try, I'll find a way to get in touch with you, and tell you all this. Even if I have been in such pain. I'll find out who that man is, and I'll be out of the shackles of this tempramental husband. Please help me Om... "

And in the midst of that calm... Marwah heard Norman's voice in the kitchen. But this was another, Norman sounded angry and shouted instead at him. Except on the phone...

"Yes! I've returned, he's also back. You take it easy, I'll be locked up here for a long time. You are relaxed, as long as money is smooth. Surely the kid's not going anywhere!---" said Norman from the kitchen there,

"Yes, sorry. I was forced to leave that time, you know, my gambling stall was ambushed by the police a few months ago. Yes I have to run away, you do not forget, in addition to your payment, I am also a big bookie. The police are after me! Until now too. That's why I need to be safe, you think that if I get arrested that night, it's over. The woman who is my wife will also live freely - do you want?"

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