Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 08 - The Background of a Wicked Marriage

"You're right, Om. I lied but not all." Said Marwah while wiping her tears. "So I said living on the streets was hard. I was pounding on the sidewalk, that's not all I worked for just to survive. Until I was cheated, I didn't know what was going on, I suddenly woke up and opened my eyes in someone else's house, a stranger. Yeah, that's the house my husband and I live in right now."

Isakan that came out of Marwah's mouth, making Rambo destroyed deeply. His pain is more painful than his own life story when forced to marry Erin. Marwah was too precious, so were her tears.

"What's wrong" replied Rambo. "Say it more calmly, I'm here. But if you can't, don't force it. I'll wait whenever you're ready."

"No Om, I have to tell you now. Let the tumbler be wide and complete." Marwah again explained, and Rambo nodded in agreement. "I really don't know what happened, that night I was just working on selling tissues, suddenly woke up already at his house. He said my race was delicious, as if he had desecrated me back then. I was crazy back then, Om, I felt dirty, a cheap woman, my life was ruined. I don't feel worthy to live! I was held captive, hurt, for months, until he forced me to marry, I completely lost my way and grip on life. Like a man without a spirit, just follow the path he makes."

"Suck!" Rambo said out loud. While hitting the concrete table of the cook. "Indeed, ask to be finished! why didn't you ask for a divorce?!"

"I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

"Other than that day, you guys have sex a lot?" Ask Rambo back.

Marwah shook her head slowly. "During my marriage, I've never been in contact with her, I'm going to be hysterical and crazy even if I'm just pretending. I was always unprepared, just imagining it I couldn't. But as I said, he's rarely home, if ever, just to get angry and beat me to satisfaction."

Whether this is good news or how, during the wedding Marwah had never been in contact with her husband. But the million questions that came to the branched out in Rambo's intelligent brain at the time, what happened the night Marwah was kidnapped? really dikos4? but if dikos4 why was the victim not immediately killed, but even married? It's strange! who is Marwah's husband? are thugs? but thugs only lust with women once? what else if you are a wife, it should be....

Marwah's husband has his own charm now in Rambo's shadow.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here! I will definitely protect you and you are safe with me. Stay here, don't go back there. If he comes back or tells you he wants to come back, you tell me. I won't let anyone touch your body even a fingertip. You are mine, until I die." Diplomatic Rambo.

"meaning?"

Rambo then confirmed the position, bending slightly to equalize his position with Marwah. "You want to live with me, right? we can start our story from now on. I knew I had to hide until I solved all these problems. Give each one of our households time to finish, and I'll finish your husband, about what he did that night. There's a lot going on, and I have to prepare from now on."

"But what if I'm really pregnant? I can't break up with him, om!"

"Look yes, you don't be stupid! it's been a year since that incident, you see if until now you've been pregnant? is your stomach big? no right?! you also do not have sex with him during the marriage, automatically there will be no conception. What else should you be afraid of? Want to separate now can actually. It's just, you have to hold on first. Your husband I still have to investigate, from motive, background, to the whole. And all that I can dig, as long as you still want to be the way." Tukas Rambo once showed an intelligent side, like an intel expert stacking plans and super high analytical skills.

"Om-- so I have to survive this marriage?"

Thus Marwah was filled with a strong sense of haru. The breeze that brought a calm feeling to him as soon as Rambo dropped a hug on his increasingly thin little body. Marwah cried again for a second time, sobbing with relief, though she realized that this was a big mistake...

"It was good afternoon. Fried rice, can you prepare it so stock? I'll eat it at the office!" Said Rambo after taking off that hug.

Marwah nodded in spirit. "Can, Om."

What kind of name is suitable? is it true that the steps they take after both know the background of their respective marriages? only He and God determine. Right now, as Rambo said; go to completion...

With his Hanging Skirt Marwah walked towards the plate rack. While Rambo immediately took a position in the dining chair to install his pantofel.

"This, Om. I put it in his lunch bag, there is drinking water also inside, warm water nails because Om had been drinking cold milk. There was milk candy, the rest of my snacks on the bus. I put it in there, too, for this early-morning Om snack."

Rambo smiled, as soon as Marwah came and stood in front of him while carrying a lunchbox bag with super-complete stock. This kind of small attention that he dreamed of from a long time ago, simple, harmonious, affectionate, mutual attention. And it will only be obtained through the figure of Marwah.

"Thank you, I'll work first. Sorry for your heavy work. Do not forget to rest if it has been sorted, do not also be too sorted must be stretched at this time as well. You have heavy PR indeed, because this house is rarely cleaned in detail. Erin is not a housewife, she only cares about the work at the office. I'm sorry ya." Answer Rambo. "I came home at midnight, because today there's a night patrol schedule. If Erin might be at 7 or 8pm tonight it's home. You take a break later, so you can welcome me home... "

"I understand, Om. When you come home later, this house will make a total clean so you can be fresh after a day's work. What do you want to do later? Fruit pudding? or chocolate milk?"

"Pink black coffee... " Answer Rambo half daydreamed.

"Don't ya, Om. You should get enough sleep, while black coffee can keep you awake. I'll prepare milk, fruit pudding, let your tongue be fresh."

Ah, ademnya... Rambo is getting blushed. That is the nature of Marwah. Damnit damnit! how many times does it feel Rambo wants to swear fate, why from the beginning is not his wife Marwah, why from the beginning is not he the husband of Marwah?

"What makes me fresh, just look at you when you get home... " Said.

A few minutes later, go Rambo. As always, stop by the old mansion that belonged to her best friend first, pick up Anta Reza. That habit never goes away, every morning...

The core journey that Rambo and Marwah are building now begins, in an improper stroke of fate... They are ready to get stuck and entangled, enjoying love at the wrong time.