Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 06 - Welcome Home

"The Stair House Assistant is coming today, yesterday she called me."

Rambo opened the chatter this morning at the dinner table, all flat full of nothingness and emptiness. They only eat finished food, a kind of bread in the jelly jam as well as canned liquid milk.

"Good, tell me to work from now on. Ask him to stay here for a few days, because if you are on patrol or there is a task like that time, go home once a night. Ask for coffee, ask for it, I don't want any commotion because that's so, you can ask the housekeeper later." Erin ketus replied.

Rambo takes his share of milk in the refrigerator, every day, every morning drinking cold milk.... Erin never prepared her needs.

Until some time lapse, even before Rambo spent the milk cans. The bell hanging on the door of the house rang, someone came to see them.

Of course Rambo immediately left his drink quickly, he had guessed that the one who came was Marwah.

"This is Cantika Marwah, who wants to work here." Rambo said to Erin in the dining room, as soon as Marwah was allowed in.

"Good morning, ma'am." Marwah cried out to be friendly, even though his hand was only met with a thin smile from Erin.

"Who's got the job info here?"

"Oh, that's ma'am I got info from the family if anyone needs a housekeeper. So I tried the list."

Rambo admires the Marwah's remarkable calmness, even with such sudden questions, he is able to wander without causing any suspicious gestures.

"Well, you can work here from today. Let me explain for a minute the rules. First: your work clearly covers all the housework in this house. Second: Must stay overnight, if the father (Rambo) work home at night. He's a cop, so he can picket patrols or he can do other things. Aside from the day it's free, want to go home or stay overnight, which for sure if you go home, tomorrow morning must be in this house before we leave for work, because you have to cook breakfast." Erin explained in enough detail, until Marwah herself was surprised by the first rule.

"Good ma'am."

"Yes, I want to go to work now. I haven't finished breakfast maybe, you can start cleaning up now huh! the broom is there!"

Quickly Erin took her briefcase in the dining chair, while the plates and glasses were left alone because of Rambo's usual cleaning.

"I'll continue to eat breakfast first. Did you eat before you got here?" Say Rambo while pulling the milk on the table again.

"It's been."

"Oh, I thought I'd call me 'Sir', I thought you were so arrogant with me that you could act so foreign." Said Rambo with an annoyed tone that is quite impressive and easy to recognize.

"If in front of mom, I'll call Om with the name 'Sir' kok." Marwah answered, glancing at Rambo's food at the table. His eyes now focused on the spots of water outside the Milk can Rambo held. "Om, it's cold. Drinking cold milk early in the morning is not good. Can make stomach pain later."

"Don't look at me like that. It's a habit and I'm used to it" Rambo said just to win himself, though deep in his heart; he himself was also a mess, who is strong to drink cold canned milk every morning. But Erin was too apathetic to just expect a little attention from him. "My wife is too busy at her job until it's hard to serve me a little, make breakfast or clean up."

When noticed from the aura of the body, how to stare, how to dress just now for the first time meeting. Marwah quite understands a bit of Erin's personal character.

"Thank you for accepting the job here Marwah... "

"Om, enough. don't go on anymore. Anyway you don't have to thank me so I thank you because I should have said that, I need this job." Marwah answered, while cleaning Erin's dinner plate at the table. "Do you want me to make you a new breakfast, Om? fried rice and coffee maybe?"

"Come," Rambo nodded in excitement.

Both in the house and the distance is very close, as close as the angel of death when Rambo hit the truck, really beyond Rambo's imagination so far, repeatedly even as if still unexpected now Marwah, really, the woman who had always been sought and awaited for all these years, was in front of her now, even being prepared fried rice for her.

His eyes never separated from looking at the small body of Marwah's makeup from behind. As if nothing had changed, perhaps Marwah girl, had not been touched at all even though she was married, like her virgin, until now. Ah, where is possible! he's been married for 1 year. But I have no problem, he thought, it seems Rambo is getting crazy now.

He kept wondering, continuing his fantasy while looking at Marwah from the dining chair. If the time is not wrong place, you are Marwah who became his wife, maybe Rambo does not need to drink cold canned milk, and wash dishes erin used to eat every morning. He is the one who will be well served.

"Your hair is starting to be long huh? not this long. If it's long this should always be in the pigtails and dong?" Whisper Rambo while playing the soft end of Marwah's Hair from behind.

Marwah stepped aside as soon as she heard the snorting of breath from her master Rambo. "I-I know Om!!"

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to fuck around."

"Sorry I shouted. But I'm really surprised, sorry, but it's good not to get too close to me. I'll see you later, I'm just here to work for money."

Rambo was silent for a while, although now he was a little disappointed with the words of Marwah.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Answer Rambo while taking a leaning position on the cook table near the stove. "I'm a little disappointed, because it looks like we're going to be very foreign. Even after my struggle to find you after all these years."

"Sorry Om, our situation is much different from what it used to be. Close as before only invites trouble, what else is still stuck in the heart." Said Marwah later.

"You mean?"

"Not what Om, forget it. I'm cooking is okay, right?"

Rambo sighed then spoke, "Continue on."

For a moment of silence, the higher the sunlight enters through the house through the ventilation above the kitchen window.

"Well, what kind of man is your husband?"