Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 50 - Women in Livestock

"What else do you want here?" Norman said when Marwah came from the door of his room.

After last night's incident, when Marwah was nearby, Norman still tried to brush off the thumping feeling. What a troublesome misfortune, why suddenly there was such a strange feeling in his life.

"I brought you porridge, and also warm drinking water nails." Marwah said as she walked slowly towards Norman. "How are you doing, sir?"

"Don't pretend to be nice, you should be happy right now? But just so you know yes, this little fever won't stop me from doing the job of the money guy!" Norman replied, he looked away with pride.

Marwah looked at the sick man coldly. "I'm happy, but I'm not pretending either. Anyway, I'm just doing my job as a wife. And it's human."

His voice trembled with deep hatred for Norman. But, even with great difficulty, he still tried to suppress the feeling of hatred for the sake of humanity.

Similarly, Norman, he was trying hard to suppress the feeling of excessive pounding that he just got last night, and now he feels it again, he said, when returning close to Marwah and when hearing the words of Marwah just now.

"What the hell, go there! Don't be so attentive. Don't think well of me, I'll be disinclined of you! I'm sorry, money is worth more and everything else is on your appeal." Norman continued with a high tone, as if at this time, only the only human being on earth.

Marwah kept staring at the evil creature named Norman was sharp, more relaxed than before. "Speak," he demanded. "Speak whatever you have in mind, I'll listen. But just remember, I'm not leaving before making sure you eat well and take regular medication."

As fast as lightning, Norman turned his face towards Marwah who was already sitting beside him, then looked at the woman with round eyes, does this mean that Marwah has tried to establish a better relationship with her? But isn't this too sudden? Previously Marwah was busy asking for a divorce and was always afraid to see it, as if the bond between them had been damaged by it.

"Open your mouth" said Marwah, feeding a spoonful of porridge. But there's no answer. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll never get out of here."

"You want to fight me, while I've taught you many times. You're still not afraid either? You bod0h woman!"

Marwah turned a glance, then continued to stir the porridge again in the bowl. "Let's open your mouth, if you just waste time talking over and over again, the porridge will be cold." he asked again.

Norman flicked his body, and unintentionally showed symptoms of misbehavior when he saw the thin smile on Marwah's lips, the palpitations were even more severe, and must have been very terrible, he said, but he will not back down from his duties just because of this smile and good deed. He is aware and believes that this may not be the pure will of his wife, but part of a sinister plan to divorce her. But is it really so?

Sweet words or whatever, Norman swore, the second apocalypse would never again happen to him just because of women.

"I told you, don't pretend to be nice to me. If I treat you, there's a reason, I can't let you die for money. But you, what is your reason for treating me ha? Nothing!!" Angry next. "So don't ever think I'm bod0h, I know you've started hunching. Go there! Get out of my room."

Clenching his hand, Marwah with her small and slightly filled finger, he repeatedly caught his breath, staring with irritation. "You are outrageous. I told you earlier, I hate seeing you, I'm angry, I hurt. But, right now I am still your wife, so this is part of my duty. Another case if you do not want to be taken care of, then divorce me from now on!"

Norman was immediately stunned, especially when Marwah started to leave. Norman's mind tried to reach Marwah, again and again, demanding not to pay sympathy and attention to any woman on the face of the earth. But somehow, for the first time he felt unwilling if his wife went missing from behind the door.

He wanted to call Marwah's name just to say the word 'Sorry', but his heart was too reluctant, he was afraid to say that, meaning he really seemed to need Marwah to be beside him.

And for the first time, after decades, Norman finally felt helpless.

Then a few minutes later, while he was still busy lamenting the slurry spill. A phone call came, waking him from daydreams. Norman quickly moved, grabbing the phone near the pillow.

"Hello!" He said firmly, after the call was raised.

Then he who was in a mysterious place, replied; "How is he? It's still safe, right?"

Oh, this is not unusual. Judging from the way he spoke, this was the bad guy who told Norman to destroy Marwah.

"Faith," answered Norman briefly. Not as usual.

"I don't want to know, you have to lock her up, if need be I want you to hurt her even worse! My in-laws are really crazy right now, their emotions are getting worse, because their child's household is falling apart. You said that your wife left, and only came back after 3 days you came home. My in-laws were furious, she was sure that the woman was one of the reasons. You have to be b4jangs responsibility! I don't want to know, you have to destroy the woman, hurt her worse, teach her a lesson, if you need a fitting so that my in-laws can calm down! You poor craftsmen make trouble!"

Norman just kept quiet and answered nothing. What does that boss mean? even after a year of working to look after Marwah, he had no idea of his boss's true purpose at all. His heart somehow suddenly had a sense of pity, no matter what decision he would take. Norman tried to calm down.

"I wait an hour from now, any documentation I need as proof for my in-laws to calm down. Really troublesome! you two are equally fit, troublesome poor people. Live like a bitch, trash! The next time you take care of your wife, you lose her for a few months, my mother-in-law's future plans are shattered! Get this all sorted out, I'll wait."

Norman's head throbbed and his sight blurred, the colors mixed into one. His boss's voice filled the air, blaring, and shrill in the snailhouse of his ears. The shadow of Marwah and her soft voice were suddenly present blending into one loud roar that grew larger by the second as Norman slammed into every corner of his body. Shattering, overflowing, the situation around Norman suddenly became a journey full of regret and anger.