Because of the compulsion

How much is your wife really?

Already looking all over the corner of the room, but he still did not find the figure of his wife. Where is Viona? Marshal had already called his name, but in the bathroom, he checked and it was still not there.

Finally Marshal decided to check his wife's room. Viona must have been there, and sure enough, when the Marshal opened the door of his wife's room, Viona was seen sitting on the bed leaning her head and playing with her phone.

"Darling, why move here again? Not sleeping in our room?" The marshal approached and sat down beside his wife. "It's night, you're not sleepy? Why play hape like this?"

Viona looked at him for a moment and refocused on her phone. Marshal poked his chin furiously as his wife gave a fairly sharp delicacy of eyes.

"Why do you see me like that?"

Viona was still silent, not glancing at the Marshal in the slightest. His fingers were busy dancing on the keyboard in his phone screen, exchanging messages with his friend.

"Move room, yuk! Sleep in our room."

Viona shook her head, allowing the blanket to cover her squawking legs.

The marshal started to strangely look at his wife's cold demeanor. He lowered his head and tilted his head to look at Viona's face, which continued to focus on the phone. "Dear, what's wrong with you? Are you angry because our pleasure is delayed?"

Viona was silent and moved her fingers back over the phone screen.

"Don't get mad! We can continue now." Marshal began to re-launch his actions. Hugged Viona's body with a face that is bad on his wife's neck. The marshal dipped her warm a few times until Viona felt uneasy and pushed her head slowly away. "Are you really angry? Honey, I'm sorry! But, there was papa coming, I couldn't possibly ignore him. Let's go ahead, yeah!"

Viona did not want to, pushing her husband's chest softly away. After the Marshal stayed in position, Viona kept the phone on the nightstand and returned to face her husband. "I want to ask, I hope you're telling the truth."

"What mean? It seems serious, hm?" Marshal hugged his wife again, kissed Viona's jaw at a glance and smiled angrily. "It's so pretty, my wife."

Viona was just speechless letting the Marshal do as he pleased. "How much is your wife?"

"Hm?" Marshal escapes from Viona's body. Her eyebrows shot up and asked Viona to repeat her question.

"How many wives do you have?"

Marshal chuckled amusedly at his wife's question. "Yes, just satuah, honey. My wife is just you, Viona Azzahra Pratama," he said with a pinch. "Why are you asking like that?"

Viona removed the Marshal's hand from her face. Her husband looked so calm and smiled at her instead. "I'm serious, Chal. I want you to answer honestly."

"Yes, honey, I'm honest. Why why?" Marshal started sniffing his wife's neck. "Don't talk nonsense with me, honey! Now is not the time."

"I'm just asking, you just answer honestly." Viona started to raise her intonation. Upset that Marshal looked playfully responding to his question.

Marshal raised his face again, looking at his wife who was starting to be unsightly. "You're accusing me of having a mistress?"

"It's true, right?"

Viona's husband was shocked. "So what you say, honey! What kind of man do you think I am?"

"I should talk like that. What do you think I'm a woman until you're polygamous?"

"Who is polygamous?" Marshal's starting to look upset. Staring at Viona sharply, Marshal shook his head, disbelieving Viona was accusing him of a no-no. "I only have one wife, honey. I'm not polygamous. Why are you talking like that?"

"Related?"

"Related. Never mind, don't talk nonsense again! Your words if you're upset become slurred. If you're upset because our activities are disrupted, don't be like this! We can continue now, honey."

"Not so," Viona held back the head of the Marshal who had already returned to prey on her neck. "I just wanted to justify it. Do you have any other wives besides me?"

"I told you no, why do you keep asking?" upset Marshal with a high tone. "Why are you talking like that? You're slandering your own husband? You don't trust me? I only have you, don't talk carelessly!"

"Related to have nothing else?"

Marshal nodded quickly. "Where may I be polygamous, dear. Have you lost me one night? No, kan. We live together. If I had a mistress, when would I visit her? Every night I'm with you."

"You can visit him during the day. You said you left for work, when the original ...."

Marshal ruffled his hair in annoyance and threw out his coarse breath. He growls. "What are you talking about, anyway? I told you, I don't have a mistress. Why don't you believe it too? We're married for a little while, I can't be polygamous."

"Oh, so, if we've been married a long time, you intend to do it? Or am I the one who is the mistress? How much did you turn me?"

"Geez, dear ...," Marshal grew increasingly upset, "don't talk anywhere! I don't have another wife, only you, really!" Looking at Viona who was snorting, Marshal exhaled his coarse breath. "You don't believe it, huh? What do I have to prove it to you to believe?"

Viona chose to turn her face the other way, not caring for her increasingly emotional husband.

"So, you suspect I have a mistress?" Viona remained silent, still unwilling to look at her husband. Marshal grinned, hugging his wife back. "Does that mean you're jealous? You don't want me to fuck you up? yes, hm?"

Viona moves her shoulders to get the Marshal away, but her husband teases her even more. "What wife would you like to be combined with? All wives also certainly will not be anyone who wants to be made a mistress," said Viona ketus.

"Who made you a mistress, hm? You're my only wife, nothing else."

"Don't lie! If true, say it honestly. Our marriage has not been together for long. I don't want－"

"Take care of what you say, Zahra!" Marshal immediately snapped, distancing himself from his wife. "What are you going to accuse me of that? I'm not craving you. I married only once, to you. How could I dare to tell a lie."

Viona returned the calm gaze of her husband. "So, isn't that right? You don't have another mistress? Where's evidence?"

Viona was speechless, Marshal's saying had a point as well. Meaning Rio lied to her. "Okay, I'll take notes. But, remember, I don't want to be combined! If I find out you've got another wife, we're divorced right then and there!"

"Yes-yes, my wife." Marshal nodded his head. Viona is just there. Marshal doesn't think, why can his wife say that?

After a long silence, Marshal again approached his wife. "By the way, why don't you just get mixed up? You don't want to be cheated on because you're jealous, do you? Honey, do you love me? Hm? Hm?" Marshal seduces his wife with eyebrows that go up and down.

Viona just grunted. "Not jealous, I just don't want to be combined. I have high self-esteem. If I am pitted, it means, my throne is not high and must be shared with other women. As a woman, I want the perfect title and respect. Not that I'm jealous, yeah, remember that!"

Marshal was disappointed, limp for a moment. She thinks Viona loves her, but not yet. It's okay, he'll try to win his wife's heart. Didn't Viona say, Marshal is her husband, difficult or easy, she still has to love her husband.

"Lantas, why are you asking like that?"

Viona pulled out the blanket, slashing her body to lie down. "So someone called Rio, she said she was your concubine" she said, slowly holding back a blanket that began to cover her head.

Marshal frowned in the sight of his wife who was instead drowning in the warmth of a blanket. "My concubine? Who?"

"I don't know, so I asked. If she's your wife too, I'll ask cer－"

"No," Marshal pulled the blanket over his wife's head. "i don't have a concubine, honey. Don't fabricate! Rio must be kidding."

"Whatever!" Viona closed her eyes, pulling back the blanket covering her head.

Marshal was silent for a moment before he joined the body beside his wife. A happy sprinkle was present enveloping his heart. Viona is very unwilling to be combined to make her happy because she feels that Viona just wants to have it alone.

"I'll never be polygamous, honey. One is enough for me."

Hearing her husband's words, Viona opened the blanket again. "Don't say Rio's right, huh? Is it because I can't satisfy you, so you seek satisfaction from another woman?"

Marshal had wanted to hug his wife's body, but he puffed up and immediately stared intently. "I'm not that kind of man" he argued sternly. "although we never did, I'm still patient, honey. I can't possibly look for him outside. Believe me!"

"Don't lie!"

Marshal hugged Viona tightly, leaning his head on his wife's shoulder. "I have a treasure in the house that I've never opened, why look outside?" Marshal raised his head, looking at his wife's calm face, he smiled widely and stroked Viona's gentle face. "What if we do now? So that I could be more at home, never looking for it outside" he whispered warmly on his wife's lips.

Viona was horrified, immediately shaking her head. "It's late at night, I'm going to bed, sleepy."

"We can do it until morning, how?"

"Take your job, don't fuck around!"

"I'm not going to work, for my wife."

"I'm going to college tomorrow morning."

Marshal clucked in annoyance, lying back beside his wife. "You have too many reasons. Didn't we almost do it? We just have to go ahead, right?"

Viona tilted her body facing the Marshal. Her hands were raised to reach her husband's head, gently rubbing him with the Marshal's hair. "Wait until I'm ready!"

"But you were ...."

"So the release."

"Oh, release, huh?" Marshal smirked, reaching for Viona's hand that was still rubbing her head. He lowered his head and raised Viona's chin with his index finger and thumb, to look at her more closely. Viona's lips were naturally pink. Marshal still remembers exactly how the chewy object tastes. "If I let you go again, how about it?."

Viona immediately shifts the body after the Marshal steals a kiss on her lips. She hit her husband's chest softly in annoyance and immediately turned around.

Marshal chuckled, hugged his wife's body from behind and began to give a light peck at Viona's nape making his wife's hair stand up.

"So papa came, what did you want?"

Marshal's kiss stopped. Viona turned her body back, looking at her husband who was instantly speechless with a gaze that was hard to guess. Marshal looks a little grim. Viona turned her body over as the Marshal asked her to get closer and embrace her body.

"That's it," Viona refused to fold her hands under her cheeks, facing sideways at her husband.

The marshal stays to want to be hugged. His hand crept under Viona's head, propped her up and grabbed her wife's shoulder. Viona's body is getting docked, Marshal pulls Viona's hand to circle in her stomach.

"Sleeping in a position like this, looks like it'll be very comfortable, dear." Marshal kissed Viona's head that was immersed in her chest. "I'm sleepy, good night, sweetie."

Viona raised her head to look at her husband who closed her eyes. "You ignored my question?" the upset.

Marshal's eyes are open again. "The father only talks about work. There's nothing else. Already, it's better to just sleep, don't ask anymore, yeah."

Viona did not want to because she was still curious. Marshal exhaled violently, Viona instead broke away from him. "Darling, papa was just talking about ordinary matters, nothing."

Viona just silently looked at him. The marshal wants to get the body back together, but Viona turns away.

"I've decided to learn to be a good wife to you. I hope you do the same."

"All right." Marshal sighed softly before successfully hugging Viona back. "i love, Zahra. Very!"

"Hm" Viona was in her husband's arms, raising her face. His gaze met, because the Marshal was looking down on him too. "you once said, love Miss Amanda very much. If I ask now, is your love greater for her or for your wife?"