Because of the compulsion

Must Forget!

For Viona, Frans is everything. In addition to Aness, Frans is the best friend who is always there and understands at any time. Frans has been taking care of and accompanying her life since they were babies and growing up to this day. Of course there are many things they have been through together. Neither joy nor sorrow. As now, Frans always accompanied and comforted her who was heartbroken.

"Can't the truth?" asked Viona, putting as much face as possible on Frans. "Wouldn't lose?"

"Relax, I have a lot of money. What do you want to buy, man? Especially for Viona, Mr. Heru's youngest daughter, whatever I do. The truth!" Frans smiled widely, rattling Viona's hair in a frenzy.

Heru Pratama's favorite daughter exclaimed happily, Frans would take her inside the Mall and shop for whatever she wanted. Of course Viona would not waste that chance.

"Want to see your girlfriend how?" That's all Viona's ever worried about walking with Frans. The god-level playboy had a myriad of lovers scattered throughout the city. Wherever he went, must have always passed each other, whether it was already his ex or still his lover.

"Look easy! At the moment, you are my number one girlfriend. If you meet the others, just break up. Easy, right? Okay, don't worry! We'll just cure her heart injury, let's not inget Mulu's joints," the lead made Viona snort and pat her arm slack. She chuckled, holding Viona's hand to start washing her eyes. "Surprisingly, you have married the same Marshal master who was not kajirungannya, but still want to be invited to this place when it was already evening."

"Lazy home." He has to go back to Marshal's house. Her husband sent a message to return to her home, because Rahma had improved. Marshal told Rahma about it, and her mother allowed it. At the Marshal's house there is nothing interesting and can divert boredom, Viona is lazy to be in that house, again. She is more comfortable in her in-laws house, because there is Rahma who can always be talked to and also Michelle who can be messed with by her.

They walked down the Mall. Hand in hand cheerfully like a pair of lovers who are very romantic. Choosing the items that Viona likes, by being paid by Frans of course. Frans never counted. He always said, "Then go on a girl's path but not bought. As a real man, I have to pay, right?" It is only fitting that many women are crazy about him.

Satisfied around, Viona was escorted home by Frans. A lot of things they've been through today. It feels very tiring, without realizing if the day is approaching night.

"Don't stop by first?"

Frans' car was parked at the front gate of the Marshal's house.

"Not yet, deh. Just get here, yeah. I have an appointment, you know."

Must be a woman's collection. Viona has already memorized her behavior. "Aren't you here, have you been me all day, Frans?"

"Resque guy handsome gini, Vi." Frans chuckled as Viona pinched her cheek in a fit of anxiety. "Cowok kayak gini, will never have free time. You should be proud to be my first girlfriend. Only Viona has no limits for me to prioritize, others are nothing."

"Yes, yeah." Viona opened the seatbelt. "Thank you for today. Thanks for the treat, Frans."

"Look out, Vi. Anyway, the money you use, it's from Mr. Heru."

Viona was just about to open the door, turning around surprised to see Frans. "meaning?"

Frans laughed instead, hitting the steering wheel slowly. "Lo I guess I've been taking care of you, not getting paid? Om Heru often give me the same gift. He said, as a sign of gratitude for taking care of you."

Viona snorted, pounding Frans' head with a bang. "Well, the shopping isn't stingy. Huh, ah. I have to get in. Really don't want to stop by?" Frans just smiled and shook his head. Viona turned her shoulders, getting out of the car carrying a lot of paper bags.

"Sure, don't you want to stop by?" viona asked again after descending, looking at Frans while bowing at the front door of the car. "Eat night here. Stop by first, Frans."

"No need. It's mulu." Frans had started the engine of his car, glancing at Viona who was still visible in the door window. "Inget, don't drag on. It's the best. Forget the Joints, okay!" Looking at Viona who was even throbbing, Frans spouted his breath through his mouth. "With this incident, God has proven that you will not be together. You're married, Joints are also snapping again, right? So what is still expected? Just focus on the relationship now. Who knows I'm gonna get pounded fast, ye, right?"

Viona snorted in annoyance. Frans' thoughts were too far away according to him. "That's it, ah!"

Frans laughed complacently at having teased Viona. "So told me to stop by, now even ngusir. Okay, deh. Bye, Honey!"

Viona waved her hand and Frans' car left her alone. Walking towards the large gate of her husband's house, Viona greeted the makeshift gatekeeper.

"Master's home yet?" he said after greeting.

The two men who opened the gate for her bowed respectfully. "Already, Mistress. It's been a while" said one of them.

Viona exhaled her rough breath. Hurry to enter the house after saying thank you for opening the gate for him. The distance of the gate to the main door was quite irritating, because it could not be passed with a roll or twenty steps. He was tired, wanting to rest immediately. However, his steps came to a halt in front of the stairs of the house. The marshal sat there agitatedly, still wearing formal work clothes and immediately stood up upon seeing her.

"Honey," Marshal came down from the stairs where he was sitting earlier and approached Viona. "Where have you been? Why so long? You're okay, right?"

Viona shook her head, carving out a smile as sweet as possible, although it did not look sincere because only fatigue could be seen on her face.

"This what?" marshal asked to see the paper bag his wife had brought. There are about six pockets, all of them are well branded. "You're shopping?"

"Donelanjain with Frans."

Viona frowned at the instant her attitude changed. "Why indeed?"

"Other times, if you want to shop, tell me! Don't ask anyone else!"

Viona was silent. Even if he wanted to shop, he couldn't possibly tell Marshal. Her husband never gave her any money while they were married. Want to ask, Viona also did not dare. That's why she's happy when Frans takes her shopping, because Viona's not making enough money right now. There was indeed his own savings money and the money on the card that Heru had once given him. Viona always felt bad if she had to use the money. Since he was married, felt it inappropriate to use money from his father again.

"Where have you been?" Marshal followed his wife up the stairs. Not to forget, he also took over the paper bag from Viona's hand. "Nothing happened, did it, the same to you? You all right?"

Viona just kept quiet, kept walking. It felt, very lazy to respond to the words of Marshal who looked anxious. He was tired of heart and mind, unwilling to make small talk about such a thing. Marshal should know he's okay, right? Why ask again, Marshal has seen directly the situation.

"Darling?"

Viona turned to her husband before she opened the door to her room. They were already standing in front of Viona's room. "I want to be alone, can I?" He had taken it politely from the hands of the marshal. "I'm doing fine. Just a little tired, want to rest." He turned around and opened the door of his room slowly.

Marshal follows her in, not caring if Viona is not willing to be close to her. "Will you rest here? Not moving into our room?"

Viona simply sighed, keeping her luggage near the bed. He immediately threw his body face down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Seeing his wife like that, Marshal grew even more worried. He was afraid that Amanda would do something to his wife. "Darling," He sat on the bed beside Viona lying down. "you why? Any issues?"

"Just achieve," said Viona lirih. His face was set in the bed sprai. "I'm going to rest on my own, Chal. Can, right?" She turned around, got up and sat facing her husband who looked very anxious to her. "I'm fine, really!"

The marshal took a deep breath, throwing him riled up. She touched Viona's face gently. "Surely it's okay? I'm worried, honey."

Viona shook her head and put on a faint smile. Removing Marshal's hand from his face. "You're tired too, right? Shower and dinner soon! Sorry, I can't layanin. I'm lel－"

"It's okay." Marshal smile. Kiss his wife's cheek at a glance and stand up. "I can do it myself. You rest! I'll be here again, if I want dinner."

"No need! I'm lazy to have dinner. You eat the same Rio, yeah."

Marshal looked at his wife in wonder. Viona's attitude felt foreign to her. His heart grew anxious and wondering. For the time being, looking at his wife, Marshal felt unbearable to ask. She doubted. Perhaps better, he let Viona rest for a moment.

"Wouldn't move?" Viona. "When I wish we had just one room, honey." Marshal wastes his breath rough. "Okay, maybe tomorrow I tell Erni to move your stuff into our room. I don't want to split up the room."

Viona just looked at him with her already adorable eyes. Increasingly tired, not powerful to serve her husband, to the point that she was not aware if Marshal had come out of his room.

"Hhhhh ...." When alone in silence, the pain in the heart reappears.

Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken? Is this what it feels like to know that the person we love will marry someone else? Is this what Joints felt when they found out that Viona was married to a Marshal?

Apparently sick. There is a sense of unwillingness when you know it. He does still love Joints, despite having no ties and should not have those feelings. There can't be. Viona already has a new life and Jendi is also soon to be married. It should be gone and not remembered. But why is it so hard?

"Sorry, Viona. Not aunty kicked you out, but auntie hope you don't see Joints anymore. You must live each other's lives. After recovering, Jendi will be engaged to the woman of her papa choice. She's getting married soon, auntie hope you understand. We don't want to, Joints or you to continue like this. Your paths are different. You can't understand what aunt's expecting?" the words of Fatma-mother Joints, still ringing in her ears.

Viona had not had the chance to meet Jendi, let alone talk to her. All of his intentions had already been severed by Fatma's words which happened to be passing by him in front of the hospital elevator.

Joints will marry the woman of his papa choice. He's matchmade. Their fate in ending a taste turned out to be the same. Having to undergo marriage by force when their hearts are still close to others.

What Joints feel, now Viona knows. He felt. Unwillingness and heartache. The one we love will marry someone else. Surprised and very piercing.

There were no tears wetting the cheeks. Viona pulled a pillow, buried her face there. Is this what the name is not a match? Destiny? Why should he feel pain at a time like this? It shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't be like this. She already had a new life with her husband, should Viona be self-conscious and forget Joints since far away, then her current pain would never come to her. She's ill. He was hurt so deeply. Hope was dashed and God answered all his intentions.

He and Joints are not a match and should indeed forget each other. Live each other's lives regardless of long-established feelings.

Sometimes we do not know where destiny will take our steps. We do not know what will happen next, because we are always blind and dissolved in what we want, not what we should do.

Viona's hesitation to forget Joints, now she must be clear again. Viona really should forget about Joints. At any rate, and forget the love that could be said to be the first for her. Long-standing and very difficult to transfer. Viona wasn't sure she could forget it so quickly. Should he turn it on the marshal? The man who is now her husband has not yet gained a position in her heart. Not yet or not. Viona doesn't know how it will be. The heart wound from the Joints still dominated for him to contemplate himself and forget about everything.