Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer

CHAPTER 67 - Equal Struggle

Marwah looked for a moment at the blank check sheet, he was able to feel how the power of money infiltrated his life. Do all rich people control everything with money?

The unpleasant atmosphere seemed to dominate the entire corner of the room. Amy's mother's existence alone was already very strong and intimidating. But even though the treasure was in the hands of Marwah, how much money he wanted could be directly written on the paper, but not all given money has 'happiness' as Marwah always felt whenever Rambo felt nearby.

"Thank you ma'am, but Brother Rambo-is not equivalent to any money." Marwah said, watching over Rambo's mother restlessly while moving to hand back the bank check.

Amy's mother frowned, then hissed, "You don't have to be so naive, you want to be with my son because of the money, right? That's why you just write how much, 100 million please. I don't have a problem." Then he took out another thing from his bag. A small red box.

"That's a diamond ring, the price can buy a house 2 times larger than my son's house. That must be enough, right? You live on the streets, surely you have never seen expensive items like this, have never seen a wad of money? That's why now I love you, you can take it all." Further.

Marwah's lips immediately shook violently, whether this was a deep humiliation or maybe also as a form of outright rejection and abuse of his pride.

But once again, no matter how much he was insulted the shadow about Rambo's struggle so far could not be excluded. She would be the most evil woman to ever leave Rambo because of this encounter.

What I feared all this time, it really happened. And I had chosen to leave at that time because of this fear, I threw my own feelings until Om was forced to accept an arranged marriage. But now, I can't back down, Om has proven how he feels, the fight isn't playing around until we're at this point. I'm sure, before I felt this, Om had already been opposed by his mother but he was still struggling. Therefore, no matter what circumstances and intimidation I receive, I will also fight for our love, like Om. Marwah muttered in her heart.

"Sorry Mom, without compromising my respect for Mom, I love your son so much, no matter what he has. I realize my economic ability and self-quality is very far and not comparable to Kak Rambo and family. But, for the sake of God I love him sincerely from the heart, not because of the treasures and thrones he has. I'm ready to back down if it's Brother Rambo himself who asked me to go." Marwah sighed heavily and raised her head to look back at Mom Amy's sharp eyes.

"And once again I say... Mother's son has fought desperately to get to this point with me, and I have great respect for his struggles and his feelings. Therefore as much money as anything, objects as expensive as anything will not be worth him. Will not be able to pay for all his sacrifices and struggles. Up to here I think you've understood." Further.

The blazing eyes of Marwah are no less great to muffle the smoldering look of Mother Amy who looked at her narrowed. Inner debates that are ready to fight between women, both do not want to give up. Marwah's life has turned into a fictional film.

"Purely! What's sincere?! the proof is that you live in my son's house, say you don't need property but you live from my son, where you live, eat, need, I'm sure Rambo who fulfills it all for you. You are not working, not married you are dependent and use my son's property really. Now even pretend you don't need anything."

Amy's Mother's voice rumbled in the room and Marwah's mind swirled at the sound coming out of the mother's mouth of the man she loved. The air was shaking, spinning and all of a sudden, there was no Rambo there with them.

The shadow of Rambo's smile and firm grip, as if to convince Marwah by telepathy that the woman will be fine. Then Marwah looked back at Amy's mother with a sigh.

"I understand the thoughts of your model women. You want to keep my son, because it's a long-term investment. You have destroyed my son's household, is it still not enough to seize his future?" ask Amy's mother arrogantly while raising her chin.

Amy's mother pulled her fancy bag into the middle of her arm. Then stand with pursed lips while tidying up her skirt. While Marwah only replied with a smile while standing.

"The diamond ring and the bank check are bu--" he said.

Again Amy's mother snorted annoyedly, as if Marwah really did not give her a warning. Shameless, maybe he thought.

"You're the same as my son." He said as he took the ring and the check he had placed on the table. Then leave Rambo's house where Marwah lives.

Such was the shocking day of the unexpected guest. The breath of Marwah descends the esophagus in des4h full of relief. He put his right hand to the side of the door and leaned back. His knees were still limp but fortunately his heart was slower than before. The feeling of trembling and fear had moved aside, leaving his body slowly. Like Amy's mom's car leaving the yard.

While from far away, Rambo sits in the living room chair of his best friend Anta Reza's work room.

"How are the wedding preparations with Marwah?" Ask Anta Reza while signing the dossier, occasionally stealing glances at Rambo.

"Fluent. I just don't know, my heart's still very-"

"Sorry?"

"No," replied Rambo slowly. "Mother, until now did not give our blessing. Reza how I say it, Mother and my family are reluctant to accept Marwah because they think it is not appropriate for me, about education, about finances, I am ashamed to accept Marwah as her daughter-in-law. I don't know how to convince them anymore, Reza. But, until whenever I don't want to lose Marwah, I won't back out of our marriage. If you were me, how would you handle this Reza?---"

Anta Reza got up from her chair and left her work temporarily, walking towards Rambo.

"If they reject him for thinking Marwah is inappropriate,-" said Anta Reza smiling, hanging her words. "Then it's your job to make him worth it."

Rambo was stunned, his black eyeballs looking at Anta Reza perfectly round. "I'll continue Marwah's education, and give her venture capital." The reply.