Because of the compulsion

Love or Obsession?

"If love is impossible to curb," said Viona, taking off Marshal's embrace slowly. "Love is comforting, not making someone who is loved, depressed."

Marshal was silent, not trying to hug his wife again. Viona is discussing love, an interesting thing she wants to hear from her wife's mouth. She wanted to know, how much love Viona had and what kind of outlook to express love, until she was so strong as to fortify her heart just for Joints, so as not to let Marshal in one bit.

"Think about it carefully," Viona tried to get up. Not at all willing to face the Marshal and sit back to her husband who is still silent, listening and continue to watch his wife's behavior. "there are only two possibilities that you feel," Sighs for a moment before continuing, "you really love me or are you just obsessed with me?"

After saying that, Viona no longer wanted to talk to Marshal. They spent the night in silence, though at first the Marshal kept raving about it. Marshal was still confused as to why Viona had even said those words to him.

Love or obsession?

Obviously, Marshal felt love for his wife, but why did Viona even say that, as if what Viona felt was just an obsession that reached from Marshal.

Is it true that Marshal is only obsessed with Viona? He himself could not conclude it. Because his belief was only in words, love for his wife was indeed there, and Marshal admitted he did feel it.

Until now the two words were still wandering in his mind, Marshal could not deduce anything. Moreover, Viona who chose to silence him made him less like. The Marshal wanted to mend his relationship with Viona, but his wife had already made a distance for him to get close, so the Marshal could not reach him at all.

Already several times he persuaded Viona to have breakfast, but his wife remained unmoved and instead returned pulling the blanket over her head. It was morning, but Viona did not want to wake up again, after the morning prayer. Marshal got confused himself, how to persuade Viona to want to talk to him again? He could not keep quiet with his wife, but he was also aware of his mistake.

"What breakfast do you want? I brought it here, yeah." Marshal was almost desperate to get Viona to talk. Viona had completely shut herself down and did not want to see the Marshal at all. He finally gave up and came out of the room.

Maybe if brought breakfast, Viona will be happy and willing to eat, even though Marshal is not sure of his own thinking. But, she still went to the dining room, Michelle was already there for breakfast, only alone.

"Where's mommy?"

Marshal approached his sister who was drinking white milk in her favorite glass glass of beautiful color. The combination of blue and purple that seemed to merge into one, but still visible separation distance between the two. In the middle of the glass, engraved Michelle's name with a love sign.

His only sister was very fond of the glass. The glass was a gift from the Marshal, purchased from Europe and designed directly by leading artists of glass painting. She gave it as a gift by the time Michelle turned seventeen, last year to be more precise. Although the size only holds 350 ml, but who would have thought if the price of the glass is the same as a luxury apartment unit. Because it is specially designed in a short time.

"Papa nemenin mama breakfast in the room, still not healed." Michelle took out two loaves of bread and applied strawberry jam on one of the sheets, then the two sheets were put together and devoured calmly by her. "Where's Viona's sister? Not having breakfast?" ask Michelle in between the pieces.

Marshal stood in front of the dining table, opposite to where Michelle was sitting. "In the room, it seems less healthy," he said slowly while glancing one by one the menu of cuisine on the table.

Many are presented there, they prepare a breakfast menu that much so that the employer can choose, what he wants to eat. Marshal is confused as to what to bring Viona. Bring rice or bread? She didn't know which one Viona wanted to eat.

"Sister-in-law is sick?" Looking at the Marshal while looking up, Michelle's gaze looked surprised. "What pain? Last night it was okay to pass my phone's minus hours."

Just raising his shoulders and walking towards the refrigerator, Marshal asked the kitchen workers to make him avocado juice. Often seeing his wife drinking it, Marshal was a little sure, if Viona liked it. He thought about bringing a lot of food to the room, so that Viona could choose what food she wanted to eat. Not long lived together, Marshal did not know for sure his wife's favorite food. What she often sees, Viona eats chocolate pudding and drinks avocado juice, maybe that's Viona's favorite.

"That night I heard you guys fighting" Michelle whispered to the Marshal who was picking up food on the dinner table. Marshal turned his head in shock, but as much as possible put on a calm look. "just as I passed by, it sounds so, you guys are indeed noisier. Is there a problem with sister-in-law? Not just fine, huh? Why are you making a storm again?"

Marshal looked at Michelle intensely. He forgot that his room in the house was not soundproofed. Did Michelle also hear Viona's screams and insults towards her? Marshal became anxious and afraid that Michelle would complain to her parents. Marshal could get raged on Vishnu again.

"Times?" Michelle drank some milk for a moment after the rest of the bread in her hand went in her mouth. "What else did you do? Brother Viona to scream so ... If you know, Brother must be－"

"Sst .. don't tell anyone, Chelle!" Marshal smothered his sister's mouth. The strawberry jam still left in the corner of Michelle's lips, even the sticky patio in her hand. "We do not fight, just a little difference of opinion," he said with affirmation.

Michelle put away her brother's hand in annoyance. Obviously she knew they were fighting, but her brother still denied it. "Here you go, brother, don't make Sister-in-law angry again! You guys just got back together, you want to split up again? Mama has not healed yet, how will mama and papa know you guys have not gotten along? I'm afraid mama's okay."

Sighing for a moment, Marshal again took the food and placed it on the plate he was holding. "Makanya, don't tell anyone! We don't fight, Chelle, either" he said.

Michelle relented, finishing her drink that was half a glass. "Yes, deh, I believe, you guys don't fight," he said lazily. "But remember, yes, if you hurt your sister-in-law again, I make sure you'll cross your name from the family card."

Marshal instead chuckled softly, glanced at his sister for a moment and returned to the food. "My name has indeed been crossed out, even thrown out of the family card, Chelle."

"What?" Michelle's eyes were round in disbelief. "When? Why don't I know?"

The marshal did not answer immediately made Michelle increasingly confused in curiosity. He only threatened, not knowing if the name Marshal was already crossed off the family card Atmadinata.

"You're not in school, Chelle? Not in uniform yet."

Michelle snorted in annoyance. "What am I, what am I talking about. It's a holiday any day, brother. School's closed."

Marshal just remembered. It is only fitting that Rio did not pester his morning with long hospitality so that the Marshal quickly prepared for work. He forgot it was a holiday. His mind was too filled with Viona, Marshal to forget about anything else.

Is it true that he is just obsessed with Viona? The question came back to his mind. Marshal should be able to get rid of that thought. Love, not obsession. Marshal should emphasize it even more.

Finished with the food she prepared for Viona, the Marshal looked at Michelle for a moment. His sister was still faithfully watching with an unsightly look. Michelle must have been annoyed at him for having had the chance to switch the conversation without even answering her question.

"Since marriage, my name has indeed been thrown out of the Atma family card, Chelle. Transferred to my own family card with your sister-in-law. I'm married, there's no way I'm still one family card with you guys." Looking at Michelle who was just silent, the Marshal glared. "No, you don't understand. Already, the point is you can not talk to mama or papa! We don't fight, it's always okay."

"What, really, is not clear. Brother explained the family card, but the edges instead gave a warning," Michelle grumbled angrily at the Marshal who had instead gone to bring a lot of food.

"Dad sneakers Louis Vuitton, if you don't talk about the same mama and papa," said Marshal had turned around before actually leaving.

An annoyed raut was immediately replaced with a happy twinkle. Michelle brandished her two thumbs looking at the back of the Marshal who was getting further away. "Ready, brother, as long as it does not harm" he said enthusiastically.

Who can refuse, if given shoes worth the motorcycle? Michelle's happy, if Marshal's kind. Yes, although it was still a threat, but he could not refuse a bribe from his brother to keep his mouth shut.

Louis Vuitton is a well-known brand with fantastic prices. Michelle is happy, if Marshal wants to give her the brand's expensive shoes. Though he does not like and angry, if Marshal do the act again. She does not want Viona to be hurt by her sister for the second time. But, again the shadow of Louis Vuitton defeated his intention to complain to Vishnu. If her parents found out, Marshal and Viona had a fight last night, they would definitely not stay silent or maybe have Viona sue for divorce. Because the mistake must have come from Marshal again.