Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer

CHAPTER 47 - The Dark Man

Marwah trembled waiting in the front room wooden chair, her chin propped up on her knees while waiting for Norman to come. When Norman finally emerged from the living room, Marwah did not feel at all calm, especially when he saw Norman coming with a small basin that contained nothing, but, but what Marwah fears is that it will be used to hit her again.

"Sit right" said Norman, standing before Marwah.

When Norman looked at him, Marwah felt the force of the gaze raining down on the bones. For a few seconds, Marwah wished she could scream for help. He wanted to try it before Norman hit again, but his mouth was really funny, could not speak clearly, probably because he was too afraid.

"What happened to your ears?" Norman said firmly. "Can't you hear? I said sit right! your feet are down, don't sit on your knees like that."

But the answer to the Norman will is not that easy to be obeyed Marwah. Marwah only replied with a sharp and teary look. In her mind, Marwah promised not to always obey her husband's will, especially if he felt threatened.

Norman sighed, enduring the overflowing annoyance. Then he bowed and sat down on his knees before Marwah.

Marwah's sharp eyes immediately closed as Norman's hand came closer to him.

"Well-af!!! Please don't hit me again!"

Marwah screeched, while she was frightened, her skin was cold. He was convinced that the object that touched the surface of his skin was not Norman's rough hands, but a watery and wet towel.

He then opened his eyes again, then the brown-colored man rounded to the figure of Norman who looked at him in wonder. Marwah only realized that Norman did touch his face, but not to hit but compress the scars and bruises on his face.

"W-what are you doing?" Marwah said slowly.

Norman frowned, "Bod0h! you don't see what I'm doing? I'm trying to treat the wound on your body."

"No, I can do it myself." Said Marwah immediately covering her cheeks so Norman's hand and towel were knocked out.

"Have you denied me again?! You're not deterred from fighting with your husband?!" Norman spoke out loudly, but not to the point of yelling as usual. "Come, open your cheeks so I can compress."

Norman's hand drew closer to Marwah's cheek and his wife's small hand slowly moved away no longer covering her cheek.

For a moment, and the umpteenth time. Marwah longed to hate Norman for life, but why did her husband look like two different people. He always hurts, but he's also the one who's trying to treat. Why Norman's face can be different for some time, when hitting can be cruel like burning embers, but when his emotions are calm and stable, can be shaded like dew in the morning.

"Why?" Marwah.

Norman looked up, looking at him in wonder. "Huh? What's?"

"Why are you always like this?! You made this wound, you made my face and body bruised. Then why are you treating him too? Why, do you feel guilty?" Marwah said, her eyes red again preparing to cry again, umpteenth time.

"But it's not just an external wound that you can easily treat like now. My heart, my feelings and my inner self are much more hurt, and it's until then you can never treat it with a compress and be as kind as you are right now."

Norman was silent for a moment, then chuckled slightly before finally leaning his face towards Marwah's face.

"You're overconfident" he said grimly. "Who feels guilty? I'm treating your wound so you don't hurry m4ti. Look, you were hit like this already dazed. How about if I get angry again, it could be dying you. So, inevitably I have to take care of it, because you are a source of money for me. If you're m4ti, I'm losing income. Aren't you?"

Marwah was stunned, she shouldn't have been surprised by Norman's reply just now. But somehow there was something that hurt the bottom of his heart, until his chest felt tight and pounding strongly. Could it be because he had been made a puppet? And forced to be a samsak for this merciless man. That's not fair.

"Why are you this bad to me? Is there not the slightest bit of love for a woman who has accompanied you for a year? What if I feel like this is happening to your mother or sister? Will you still hurt him for money?" Marwah said while sobbing.

"No." Answer Norman briefly. His hands clenched hard while throwing his face to the cement floor below. "I'm glad my mother was tormented. Before I hurt anyone else, my mother tortured me from childhood. From the moment I was born, never cared, beaten, thrown away like trash. You know why? Because I'm not the kid he wants! My mother got pregnant out of wedlock, and I'm the son of the man who raped her. It's not my fault, is it?" Norman said, he spoke while raising his tone.

"It wasn't my fault for being born, my mother being raped by someone else, it wasn't my desire to be born that way! But why do you hate me, every day tortures me! even suckling me she was reluctant! Then you ask how I feel, if my mother is tormented like you? I'm happy, the answer is I'm happy."

Marwah instantly froze, her body trembling, or rather her heart quivering. Norman, the man was crying for the first time in front of him, although Norman himself immediately looked away after noticing the clear water coming out of his eye. This the cause? Norman has a past trauma of growing up to be a tempramental man with no feelings, or pretending to be heartless?

"You know what it's like to be born as a result of rape. You know what it's like to be a child hated by a mother, so why do you do the same? Doing the dirty deed to me, what if I really had a child of your doing, and I did the same thing your mother did with that child later? You didn't think that far, did you?! You don't think about the fate of a child who might have been born because of your deeds!"

After wiping away his tears earlier, Norman stood up while turning his back to Marwah. Then replied in a soft voice, as gentle as the gusts of wind in the front room...

"That all couldn't have happened---" said Norman, then went to the kitchen with a basin and a compress towel.