Because of the compulsion

Wife's Attitude Depends on Husband's Attitude

Viona is starting to be impatient, because the Marshal is just quiet. She looked up, her husband turned his eyes away. Viona didn't want to ask back to see her husband like that. From her response alone, Viona already knew what the answer was.

"If you still love him, why did you let him go? Isn't letting go of the person we love the most is hard? You're too brave to make a decision."

Marshal was surprised to hear his wife's words. Viona doesn't know what's really going on. Should he lie again? But, if telling the truth for now, Marshal is afraid of the most unwanted things happening.

"Huamp .. I'm sleepy." Viona glanced at the clock in her room, already pointing at the numbers one and two clinging to it. "It's midnight, it deserves ...." Viona changed positions, no longer in her husband's arms. Sleeping on her side facing Marshal, Viona smiled at her husband, who was still silent, and then closed her eyes.

I'm sorry, Ra! I can't say it all yet Marshal said in his heart.

Seeing his wife sleeping, Marshal reached out to rub the hair into his wife's jaw. Three times the kiss Marshal gave to his wife's lips. Twice more on the forehead and cheek one belonged to his wife. Marshal immediately clenched Viona's body when he saw his wife's lips curl into a smile.

"Sleep, it's night!" Seeing his wife still smiling and closing her eyes, Marshal poked her nose. "Sleep, honey, it's night. He said sleepy."

Viona opened her eyes for a moment looking at her husband. "Two times you've switched my question. Don't you want to answer?"

The marshal went back to silence, then pulled Viona's head into his chest.

Viona complies and begins to dive into the dreamland under the warm embrace of the husband she has not loved. The new status that he stated, did not involve feelings. Viona hopes that everything will change soon so that her heartache can be replaced with the happiness given by her husband.

***

"I don't accept rejection for this time," insisted Marshal, "if you don't want me to take you, you can't leave!"

Viona thaws while confirming the position of her husband's tie and suit. "Yes, I'm leaving with you." Facing the attitude of Marshal, again according is the best way so that everything can be controlled. "But, the house doesn't have to be picked up. I can go home by myself."

"Can't, you still have to be picked up."

"Chal," curled Viona, finished tidying up her husband's clothes. "I'm not a child. I can go home alone, you're not－"

"According or can't go?" The marshal sat on the chair in the wardrobe room while placing the watch on his left wrist. "I've only given you two choices, and the answer can determine your next days."

Viona gaped in disbelief. Marshal really ...!

"If the next days I leave continue with you, later it can be troublesome. We're different directions, not to mention that my time away isn't always morning. The next time you go to the office will be a mess. It won't be on time anymore."

"Guild," Marshal stood up, justifying his uncomfortable suit. "if you keep pushing, that means you should only be at home, right? Hm ...," Marshal thought for a moment before he smiled mysteriously. "it seems like a good idea. You better stay home, I'd rather be like that."

"The chal!" Marshal's wife clucked in annoyance at seeing her still-relaxed husband with his ignorant smile. Previously, Viona wanted to gather with her friends after finishing from campus. But, if the Marshal picks her up as well, she definitely can't go anywhere anymore and must return home soon.

"Here, take a shower! It's what time, I'll be late, honey."

Rahma's daughter-in-law puffed her cheeks in annoyance. She was still in her sleeping pajamas, not having a bath, while her husband had already left an hour ago to prepare, so she was leaving.

Irritated, Viona ignored her husband and went out of the room to her own room. Distracting indeed. But, Viona could not resist as the Marshal asked her to help prepare. Frequently going back and forth to two different rooms turned out to be very troublesome. Did she have to obey her husband to move and settle into the Marshal's room which her husband always claimed was their room?

I don't know, Viona doesn't feel like it. He was also comfortable in his room. They are different rooms, but if you sleep together. Would he rather just move? Ah, nevermind! There was no time for Viona to think about it. She had to quickly prepare before her husband nagged. Marshal must have talked a lot, if she was long in preparing because her husband could have been late to work.

However, as Viona came down the stairs, she did not get a scolding about the time from her husband. He prepared himself long enough. Precisely what she got first entered the dining room even a growl from her husband that was so obvious.

"Look at Rio, did I marry a minor?"

Viona stared at the puzzled two men who were already dressed neatly, sitting at the dining table waiting for her to have breakfast. As she was about to sit down, the Marshal instead held her back making Viona even more confused.

"Change your clothes!"

Viona sees her husband and Rio taking turns before she sees his own appearance. "Why should it be replaced? Are my clothes ugly?"

Marshal again growled while beristigfar. "You're like a high school kid with that look. Quickly change the clothes! I've been dressed like this, it would be strange if I joined you. I feel too old to see my wife's appearance now."

Once again, Viona saw his appearance. Nothing is strange. Just the usual feminine appearance of a woman. Wearing a light blue dress with a length above the knee and short hands that she covers with a blue denim jacket. He carried a small backpack attached to his left shoulder and white sneakers he wore for footwear. For the hairdo, Viona made two small scrolls on the right and left sides, perhaps that was what made her like a child.

"I was young. There is nothing wrong with my appearance. Look, I'm so cute like this. Shouldn't you be happy to see your wife like this?"

"But, you look like Michelle's friend, honey," growled Marshal. "Sana, fix your looks!"

Viona grunts as hell. "Then what should I look like? Aunty-aunty?" Staring at Marshal, Viona sneered, "have a cute wife, really, don't want to."

Marshal stared intently at his wife who was unwilling to obey. He no longer made a sound, but still radiated his dislike through the eyes. Viona does look cute, but they will go outside. If you see people, when they are together, Marshal will definitely feel being with his sister who is still in high school. Marshal just wants to look good with his wife in front of everyone as well as in their daily reality.

Viona let out a rough sigh and kept her backpack on the chair. He took off the jacket he was wearing, attached it to the chair as well. The marshal continued to watch over her without even bothering to budge, just like Rio, until Viona opened the two hair scrolls on her head. It makes her hair dyed and Viona tidied it with a side of the fingers. Not to forget, he tidied up his bangs. Little curls up the ends of her long hair, so it looks a little curly.

"Don't nag anymore! There was no time to change clothes. Tell you what, yeah!"

Marshal fiddled, stunned at the appearance of his wife. In a very short time, not up to a minute, Viona's appearance seemed to emit a different impression. Now, more visible at his age. Marshal smiled widely and nodded his head. His wife is quite good at looks.

"Now breakfast!" Marshal coded his wife to sit through the gaze.

Viona looked at him off guard, sitting down and forced to make Marshal anxious to see him.

"The bad atmosphere given by the wife in the morning can affect the performance of the husband all day" said Marshal without seeing his wife. Leisurely, he turned his plate over, no matter Viona's sharp unsheathed gaze was fixed on him.

"Never blame the wife if she does not behave as expected! Because the wife's mood, depends on what kind of treatment her husband gives." Viona followed him with emphasis when taking her husband's plate for him to fill with food. "If the husband does good and sweet, then the wife must repay him no less sweet. But, you, early in the morning even make your wife's mood a mess. How can your wife be happy, if so?"