Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 54 - What Hurt Marwah Is Rambo's Enemy

"Take and pack all your belongings yes, you don't stay in this village anymore."

A friendly and quiet voice rang out from the side, and Marwah knew she should have opened her eyes and looked at the man. But why are his eyes so difficult to turn and just look at Rambo at a glance.

"Ba-good Om," said Marwah there was a little disdain in her tone. "I'm collecting clothes first."

Marwah's heart beat uncomfortably, pounding fast and fast as fear swerved and injected adrenaline into his body. Fear, of Rambo. Yeah, there's another one on Rambo, the cold side he's never seen before. Rambo has a strong kill side when it gets angry.

He has long known Rambo, but this 'Om gondrong' feels foreign. His eyes could be sharp and cold, his ever-warm hands were now forming powerful fists that emitted anger and hatred.

No, Marwah said inwardly, then raised her head with incredible determination. His eyes that were bruised by Norman's fist finally opened a little and began to look for a meeting on Rambo's figure on the front door of his room. Om gondrong is still Om gondrong, whatever is on him, all because to protect me. Furthermore, now his mind is filled with murmurs about Rambo.

"What's wrong?" Rambo said, "Is there something wrong with me? Since the trip here earlier, you seemed to have avoided eye contact with me. Every time I talk, you just answer. I can't see you like this, to be honest my mind is floating around, I'm afraid you're deliberately avoiding me. Speak up and try to tell me what's bothering you?"

"I'm avoiding you?" Marwah whispered the word, acted up and thought she was screaming. "You feel like I'm so Om? Since the trip?"

"Of course I know, baby. Of course I'm well aware," Rambo said, smiling knots. So that the shadow of his sinister face was like in the shadow of Marwah instantly vanished instantly. "I know everything I need to know. And I make it my business, if it's about you. Now try to calm down and say it. I don't know what you're thinking, but trust me, I'm doing what's best for you."

The darling? is it true that this word is heard by Marwah's ears? For the first time in years, Marwah gets a friendly call from a man she loves dearly. What's got Rambo? Oh shit! it is very difficult for Marwah to keep that feeling of shame.

"Sorry, Om. I was just surprised by your anger. So I got scared, seeing the way you hit reminds me of the treatment I received from Norman all along. I don't know, I'm afraid to see guys flirting, I feel like I see Norman's shadow, traumatized." Answer Marwah slowly.

Rambo's hysteria peaked and he clenched his lips tightly, unable to answer a word.

Marwah has suffered severe trauma to the hands of men, Rambo thought. It's such a great trauma. He was eager to give Marwah some understanding, but his body said otherwise, he wanted to provide protection that could only be explained by his own body language. He stepped in, towards Marwah who was sitting squatting in front of the closet.

Rambo took a squatting position, his arms so gently grabbed Marwah's back and hugged her tightly full of regret and warmth.

"Om--" Marwah's eyes were rounded as she returned in the big man's breaststrokes and longs.

"Your eyes are too beautiful to look at such a thing." Rambo whispered, "But with me, I make sure your eyes only look at beauty, and your memories only exist in good things that you have never imagined. I-i promise... "

"Well, let's finish packing so I can get you some rest and the doctor can check you out right away."

Marwah nodded then turned again to face the closet, at this time the figure of the woman who was frightened because the trauma had already disappeared completely, swallowed by the comfort that radiated in her eyes and came out of her mouth.

"Don't kill Norman, o'm. Whatever you're gonna do, please don't kill him like you were gonna do."

Rambo exhaled, relief flooding his body. His head turned under the already bad ceiling of Marwah's room, and his gaze was again fixed on that sorry gentle female figure.

Rambo's long hair was scattered, fluttering on his shoulders blown by the wind from the weathered wooden window. Black shirts stuck to the chest of the field, coated with a suit of equal color that is equally dark. After this, just interrogate the thugs. Then help Marwah register the divorce. Think Rambo.

After feeling quite well, Marwah accompanied by Rambo immediately stepped outside the house. As vehicles enter the highway, the cityscape is so crowded by the hustle and bustle of cars and motorbikes, and people passing by on the side of the road, a different atmosphere with a quiet atmosphere in the Norman house and a crazy village that is active at night.

This city is indeed very beautiful, and has its own memory both for Rambo and Marwah. In the midst of it all, Marwah's feelings in the Melancholia attack, seeing the situation now, wanted to feel he regretted the fate of why he even met and married Norman. However, deep down he was grateful that God had reunited him with a feeling that was much more courageous and mature than before.

He could hardly believe it, they had gone so far. So after being satisfied daydreaming while looking at the asphalt, Marwah just remembered something. About the 'bad guy' who told Norman this whole year.

"Om, I forgot to tell you this!" Said.

"What?"

"Sir Norman was actually told by someone to set me up. He ordered my husband to torture me and lock me up at home. If Norman obeyed his orders, he would be rewarded with money. I don't know what that guy wants, and why he would do that. I asked him directly, and Norman was immediately enraged."

Rambo again jostled, until surprised and stepped on the brakes suddenly so that their bodies crashed forward. "Br3mr!" Said swearing.

"But take it easy Om, I had time to find information about him, and this.... " Marwah pulled out a piece of paper from her clothing bag, then handed it to Rambo. "I took this phone number from Mr. Norman's cell phone, I don't know if it's the guy's phone number. But I'm sure, because that day, Mr. Norman just called the guy who told him to last."

Rambo took the paper from Marwah's hand and looked at it for a moment, then kept it in his pocket.

"When I get home, I'll call the owner of this number. Whoever he is, I will never let life settle down! He has become my enemy this very second!" Said Rambo.