Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 55 - The Real Wicked Man

Rambo immediately grabbed Marwah. His hand cupped the woman's face, examined Marwah's body, convinced herself that she was not hurt or in pain from the car shock, she stepped on the brakes suddenly giving a strong enough thump.

Relief flooded him like a rushing stream. It doesn't make Marwah in any more pain. He looked into Marwah's eyes and saw that the woman was not hurt, but was shocked.

"You okay, Om?" Marwah.

"I should have asked you that, sorry I was really surprised by that fact." Rambo then returned to the steering wheel, then prepared to continue the journey.

After arriving at the house at the end of the city, where Marwah lived first, a simple but very comfortable house, which Rambo prepared as a residence Marwah before they married and lived together. Rambo immediately called a doctor at a nearby clinic to examine the woman he loved.

While Marwah is examined and treated, Rambo goes outside the house to contact the owner of the phone number that Marwah said earlier.

While sucking cigarette smoke deeply, Rambo pressed one by one the numbers on the phone screen according to the numbers written by Marwah on the paper. However, he was shocked when his phone automatically led to the original owner of the phone number, someone who was apparently stored in his own phone contacts.

His dark brown eyeballs were perfectly rounded when looking with certainty The name of the contact that appeared on his phone as he typed in the phone number that Marwah wrote.

"Mas Erwin--" he said slowly.

Rambo hits the house pole in front of the terrace. "What the fuck?! Why is Mas Erwin's number listed?! This doesn't make any sense!"

Mas Erwin, Doctor Rani's legal husband, Rambo's sister-in-law.

How could his brother-in-law be so cruel as to order others to hurt and shackle Marwah for so long. He did not even believe in these evidences and presumptions, but how could all this happen so closely or coincidentally? He had never met Marwah in person.

Damnit damnit! rambo Gerricks.

The anger that was so burning in Rambo was so fierce, and increasingly explosive when he learned of his family's relationship with the suffering experienced by Marwah. At that time, Rambo still did not believe in all this, the danger that Marwah always found had something to do with his brother-in-law.

Butwhy?

Mas Erwin, known as a kind-hearted man and an older brother who was very wise in guiding him about light business or anything else in everyday life. It still feels like Rambo wants to deny these bad thoughts that come up, and is only one way to be sure. That's asking the man he was holding, Norman.

He went in and drove his black car like a madman. Slipping in and out of traffic, driving his car into the warehouse of his late father's former shoe factory, where Norman was held for questioning.

He was consumed by indiscriminate anger triggered by the reality behind the suffering of Marwah so far. He did not even think to check on Marwah or at least wait until the doctor finished treating the woman. His mind was only on Norman, to meet him immediately, asking directly who told him to commit the crime.

After arriving at the warehouse, he again looked sinister, showing an aura of danger that was so blinding.

His gaze was silent and locked on the man sitting on the folding chair in front of the table.

"Who told you to do this to Marwah?" Demand Rambo as he pulls the chair in front of Norman and stares at the man's eyes.

Norman coughed, groaned, and forced a smile even though it did not radiate in his eyes. "You managed to catch me, the affair. But that doesn't mean you can get what you want."

"Why?" Rambo bowed, using the power of his voice to talk to Norman even as he was dying. "Tell me why?! Why could that man tell you that far to Marwah! Please tell me!"

Norman's dark eyes closed, then opened again. He glued to Rambo with an odd intensity because he had difficulty lifting his swollen eyelids. "He's a guy in a suit, came to me a year ago. He asked me to hide the woman as far away as possible. I happen to be a thug who holds the street area where Marwah busking. So it's not hard for me to get her."

Norman said it after seeing the look on Rambo's face that was so sincere about wanting the truth about Marwah, suddenly it made him full. Either because he was resigned, or because he realized that Rambo was a man who was so sincere in love with his wife.

"You should be able to get him, but what you should be aware of is not just the guy. He's just like me, just a puppet. Someone else asked for it, but that person didn't want to intervene. Lately he's been calling because he knows Marwah has been away from home for a few months. And it enraged them, and repeatedly asked me to hit Marwah all out." Clearly Norman is as complete as possible.

"He asked you to rape Marwah?" Rambo is heavy-hearted.

"Initially," answered Norman with a stuffy whisper. "She wanted me to rape her so I could have her whole, so I could marry her so that Marwah wouldn't get away from my control."

Rambo grits his teeth and feels an angry impulse, both toward Norman and Mas Erwin and against himself for the misfortune of finding Marwah.

"But you take it easy--" Norman continued. "I didn't do that to her! I hate women and I'm forever sick of that selfish creature." Norman's hands clenched firmly, the shadows and memories of his mother were again present. His mother's treatment has left a major trauma on Norman, resulting in a crisis of trust and sympathy for the opposite sex. The hatred that continues to peak even though it eventually falters because of the figure of Marwah.

Rambo is stunned, either he should be grateful or angry at the situation. But knowing the fact that Marwah is indeed a per4wan, is one of the gifts that he should be grateful for in the midst of this complicated drama.

"Who's the name of the man who told you to?" Ask Rambo again.

"Erwin Perdana," Norman said as he frowned. "Pratama" his eyes rolled back and forth, looking hard to remember. "Pranatas... "

"Erwin Pradana--" Sahut Rambo assured. So Norman looked back at him.

"You know?" said whisper.

Rambo immediately got up from the seat regardless of Norman's questions, then while fixing his suit, Rambo said; "For now that's all I want to ask you, wait for me a few more days after that I'll put you in a cell for alleged domestic violence and--"

Rambo tidied up the chair while his eyes coldly glanced at Norman, "Your alleged involvement as a bookie in that cramped village a few months ago." Further.

Norman thrashed, not accepting. His mouth began to scatter, curse and curse Rambo as soon as the gondrong man left the room.