Because of the compulsion

New Beginning

Unable to control his mind, Marshal woke up in the middle of the night. He was upset that Viona's figure was constantly wandering around in his mind, so he couldn't sleep at all.

Taking his foot off the bed, Marshal sat with his legs dangling. If asking Viona to move to sleep with him, it would be impossible. Viona must have slept in the middle of the night like this. It's all because of Michelle. If only his sister had not forced to sleep with Viona, now Marshal would have slept well while hugging his wife's warm body.

Can't stand the saturation, sitting alone in a quiet room. Marshal out of room. Looking for anything that could take her mind off Viona. He wants to sleep, so that tomorrow can do a good job. However, his body was hard to compromise. His eyes were closed, but Viona's shadow continued to wander around without wanting to move for a second. Now that Marshal was convinced, Viona must have done some magic for him. Marshal's insanity towards his wife was too excessive, exceeding his feelings of love. Marshal could not help but stay away from his wife, even if it was only one second. What pellets did Viona use for her? Why is it so potent?

When he went down the stairs, he frowned at the direction of the kitchen that was quite far away, but looked lit. Usually the kitchen will be dark at night because the household assistant always turns off the lights. To his astonishment, Marshal set his foot there. He was surprised to see a woman cooking alone. The person he loved the most was seen being engrossed in processing food while humming slowly.

Marshal stepped forward, getting closer to the woman who was struggling in front of the stove, turning her back. "Mama, what's the night here?"

The woman who was cooking was gasping. Almost screamed in shock. Fortunately, Marshal immediately appeared in front of his mother, so Rahma did not let out her screams. "You've got it," upset Rahma rubbed her chest.

"Why what?" Marshal looked at Rahma with annoyance. Her mother is sick, but why cook midnight like this instead of rest. "If you're hungry, you can ask someone else for help. Papa where to?"

Rahma continued cooking. "Other father is sleeping. Mama quietly came out, if not gini, papa where maybe ngizinin."

"Here, I cook. Mama just sit down!" Marshal took over the spatula that was stirring the squid balado. Seeing what Rahma was cooking, Marshal understood why her mother was cooking secretly. During illness, Rahma's food is always guarded. Moreover, Viona who is quite chatty if taking care of sick people, always forbid him to eat this-that. "Other times, ask someone else for help, Ma. Mama's still sick."

Rahma's condition has indeed improved, it can do anything on its own. But Marshal was still worried about his condition.

Rahma just muttered, standing next to her deft son adding a little salt and sugar to the dishes she made. Rahma is not good at cooking, it is appropriate if it tastes bad. In contrast to Marshal which a little can process good food. Marshal has never been seen cooking today, because he is busy with his work. And felt he had a lot of workers, he did not need to bother cooking. In fact, he is quite smart in terms of the kitchen, because long lived alone abroad when attending school first.

"You guys are better?"

Marshal glanced for a moment at his mother, she nodded and put on a smile as sweet as possible. Rahma hugged her body from the side. "May you guys be okay, always. Mama will continue to pray for the good of your household."

"Thank you, Ma. I'm sorry, I can't be a good son and husband to you guys yet."

The plot!

Marshal complained as Rahma clenched her forehead.

"Proverbs are not repeated, mama forgives. Viona's a good wife, you never hurt her again! That ugly model is nothing compared to your mother's ghost."

"Yes, Ma, Yes .. Mama's most perfect daughter-in-law. She's a good wife, godly most beautiful of course."

"Never turn away from him! If you know you're playing crazy again, you won't stop Viona from filing for divorce."

While stirring the cooking, Marshal nodded. Rahma has returned to her well. She's happy. One by one, he had solved the problem and Marshal hoped that there would be no more complexity in his family. She wants to live happily with Viona, forever.

***

Instead of returning to the room, Marshal instead stepped towards his sister's room. After she accompanies Rahma to cook, eat, and deliver her mother back to the room to rest, Marshal goes back upstairs. His intention is to sleep. However, he even wanted to see first the state of Viona who seemed to be engrossed in the dreamland.

The marshal snorted bitterly because his estimate was correct. Entering Michelle's room, she could already see Viona's body lying on its side facing her sister. Michelle hugged Viona from the side, looking very comfortable. Indeed sleeping with Viona is very comfortable, because Marshal also often feel it.

With his feet slowly approaching the bed, Marshal could only shake his head while giving a smile. How his wife can sleep soundly, even though her husband alone can not sleep because it continues to think of his figure. Apart from not loving her, Viona doesn't care about her either. Miris is her husband. Just getting the status alone without being recognized by his own wife is indeed very sick.

Marshal's hand touched Viona's head and rubbed her slowly. He gasped as Viona squirmed. He is forced back to drive Viona to dreamland, but his wife opens her eyes. Viona frowned with narrowed eyes adjusting the light. A second later his eyes opened wide as he saw the figure of Marshal who wore a sweet-ass smile.

"Remain here?" Viona glanced at Marshal, then glanced at her sleeping sister-in-law. "Not sleeping?"

The marshal sat on the edge of the bed after shifting Michelle's body slightly to the center. Looking at the sleepy face of Viona who was still looking at him. "How can I sleep, you keep bothering me."

Viona just kept quiet and closed her eyes again. She was really sleepy at the moment, there was no energy to serve her strange husband.

"Honey, the sleep is moving, yuk!" Marshal persuaded while rubbing the shoulder of his wife who blocked Michelle's body.

Viona again opened her eyes lazily, saying nothing and even shaking her hand. "I sleepy, lazy to move. You sleep alone. Not from earlier alone, too," said Viona sounding like a mutter. His eyes are hard to open. She was very sleepy and tried to ignore her husband just like that.

Without Viona noticing, Marshal went up and circled the bed. Standing right at the side of Viona lying down, the Marshal exhaled softly and grinned. Getting rid of Michelle's hand that was hugging Viona's body, she immediately lifted up her body.

Viona was startled and immediately opened her eyes wide as her body lifted forcefully. He wanted to shout, but Marshal immediately instructed him to be silent by pointing his index finger in front of his lips.

"What the fuck, anyway, you?" annoyed Viona reflexively poked her hands around her husband's neck for fear of falling over. The marshal just puts on a mischievous smile, steals one kiss from his wife's lips and takes Viona out of Michelle's room.

Viona refuses and continues to thrash out asking to be taken down, but Marshal seems to not care about the protection of his wife. On purpose, Marshal loosened his hand holding his wife's body in bridal style, so Viona almost fell. Out of fear, Viona clasped her hands around her husband's neck. Marshal smirked in satisfaction and asked Viona to open the door of their room.

Viona complies with her forced, though she is eager to rebel and strangle her husband's neck. Honey, his courage is not big enough for now. He who is half sleepy, does not have enough energy to fight the attitude of the Marshal who always like that.

"Descending!" Viona thrashed because Marshal still did not want to lower her body. "Chal, aburin!"

Marshal grinned ignorantly and shook his head. "Give me one kiss!" her door turned a lip to Viona.

"Basic crazy!" maki Viona was in a violent struggle. Kicking through the air and filling her husband's chest, so Marshal stopped him and, uh, he,

Brugh!

"Awshh's!" Viona grimaced on the floor. The Marshal quickly held her back and lowered her on the bed full of anxiety.

"Eat him, quiet! So, fall down, right," Marshal scolded at his wife who was wiping her buttocks grimacing. "Where is sick?" Marshal examined Viona's worried body. His wife instead brushed off Marshal's hand while cursing indistinctly full of annoyance. "Try if you had no contact, it would not have fallen."

"It is you who is not right!" viona's snort shifted her body while occasionally grimacing withstanding the pain in her waist and buttocks. The sleepiness disappeared instantly. Marshal really sucks! "Awas, ah!" Viona got out of bed quickly.

"Where are you going?"

"Sleep into Michelle's room" said Viona cuek as she stood up. The marshal held his body back until it sat down again. Viona's aura of anger emanated, brushing off the Marshal's hand that was holding her hand. "It's night, it's better to sleep than to storm."

"I don't make a fuss, just sleep. You can't sleep in Michelle's room anymore, sleep here!"

Viona rubbed her wings as she continued to grimace. Marshal looked at him worried. "You're outrageous. Want to make me gout?"

"Sorry," Marshal also rubbed his wife's waist full of guilt. "but it's your fault that beron－" Glek! Marshal gulped hard to see Viona's sharp gaze. "Yes-yes, I was wrong."