Because of the compulsion

If You're Like This, I'm Not Comfortable.

Rio just silently watched his mistress who was insinuating each other quip. Actually he wanted to smile, feeling anxious at the strange interaction between them. But, as much as possible he should look flat. Pretend not to know what happened in the morning drama at the house.

Rio so imagine, how warm the Marshal house after their relationship is getting better. Various debates and innuendos must be presented at all times accompanying their day. Sweet events certainly did not escape to be shown. What would their families be like if their employers had children? Ah, it must be really exciting. Rio will accompany them to play and will certainly continue to see the development of his young lady and master candidates. Rio was already impatiently waiting for that to come.

"Don't do much, darling!"

Rio's daydream is interrupted by her employer's debate, again. Marshal replaced his plate with Viona's one that was still empty, because his wife jokingly put rice to the brim.

"Why should I eat? It's too much" protested Viona reclaiming her empty plate and sliding the plate full of rice in front of her husband.

"You took it. I told you not to do too much!"

"Yes, just stay at the meal, right. Not too much, enough to prop your stomach up that afternoon."

"can't. This is a portion for two people. I can keep getting sleepy at work."

Viona sighed and returned to take the plate full of rice. She halved the rice, half of it she put on her plate, then handed the plate to her husband again. "Impass. I've given two."

Marshal took the plate. Patiently, Viona picked up a side dish for her, though she still grumbled softly, "Huh, I was going to have some breakfast bread."

"Bread and rice are both carboys, dear."

Viona glared sharply and immediately sat down after she finished serving her husband. The hand of the marshal who wanted to wipe his face. "Hurry up for breakfast, you'll be late!"

Marshal just shook his head looking at his wife's attitude which looked different. More and more, the change in their marriage is so pronounced. If only the change had occurred since kabul ijab said, then the household today would have found a bright spot with happiness. Unknowingly, her lips were interested in seeing Viona. However, it wasn't long since the Marshal only realized there was another figure on the dining table. Glanced at Rio who was smiling while feeding breakfast to his mouth.

Rio was once again given a free spectacle. "More times, pay for tickets if you want to see us, Yo!"

"Why?" Rio looked at Marshal not understanding. His kunyahan stopped and Rio just understood, if Marshal had realized his presence. He smiled and accepted their attitude and went back to enjoying breakfast solemnly.

After breakfast, Viona returned to her room because of her equipment to the campus. The marshal again nagged her and told her to change clothes as well.

"Replace with a longer one! Dress you up to half a thigh like that, I don't like."

Viona said after a long argument with her husband to make Marshal stop nagging. The day could go on, if they just kept arguing, Marshal would definitely be late.

"What did you say to my wife last night?"

Rio was just about to leave the house, his footsteps stopped hearing the voice of Marshal. He turned back his body. "Why, Master?"

Marshal glanced towards the stairs, then stepped towards the main door. Viona was still on top of changing clothes, it was better for her to wait for him in the car, and Rio followed her from behind.

"My wife asked me something strange last night. He said someone called you. She said my concubine? Who's that?" Marshal entered after Rio opened the door for him. Rio came in and sat behind the wheel.

"Did Amanda call you again?"

Rio glanced at his master through the middle spy, he nodded. "Often, Sir. Last night, I happened to be with the lady in the kitchen. The madam asked and I answered as I could."

Rio was surprised to hear that. He didn't know Viona was like that. While with Rio, Viona looks ordinary and slightly joked with him about the contact named concubine. It turned out that unbeknownst to her, Viona had been stuck with what Rio expected. A smile rose on his lips and glanced back at Marshal.

"I think, if the mistress doesn't like the Lord to have a mistress, then there's already started to be seeds of love, right?"

Marshal. "That's exactly why.he had another reason. I thought it would be like that, but it's not. Still not, Yo, maybe soon," he said confidently.

Rio nodded his head and guaranteed it in his heart. Hopefully what Marshal wants will happen soon. If the master is happy, Rio is happy too. Because what is felt by Marshal is very influential for his survival while working. Her employer was miserable, Rio also suffered more from facing her.

Viona opened the door and sat down next to her husband. The clothes he was wearing had changed into a longer dress past the knees, long-sleeved, white in color.

Marshal smiled in satisfaction and released a clap in his wife's hair. "Digrees are better. Your neck invites me to come closer, dear," she whispered as she tidied Viona's hair.

The only princess of Heru Pratama only looked at him flatly, but in her heart she nagged long. Her husband had always been like that, Viona started to get used to his attitude.

"To college first, Yo!" marshal's word to his assistant who is a driver is also at this time.

Rio nodded and started running the car. In contrast to Viona who glanced at the Marshal in wonder. "Go to college first, you must be late. Just take you to the office, keep Rio take me to campus."

Marshal shook. "can't. I have to make sure my wife gets to her destination safely. No, don't argue! I'll take you to the office if you don't comply. If you're in the office, I won't let you go anywhere. Wanna?"

Viona looked at her husband in annoyance. "I don't like being restrained, Chal. If you're like this, I'm not comfortable."

Staring into Viona's eyes deep, Marshal fell silent. He forgot something. But, why Viona also always obeyed him, not refuting anymore, so that Marshal forgot the thing that his wife hated the most.

Marshal touched Viona's hand making a look that had originally turned towards the window, now looked back at her. They both look at each other. Marshal felt bad to see his wife coming back cold.

Viona doesn't like to be restrained!

Marshal should keep that in mind. But, it was very difficult for him to just free Viona. The fear of loss always makes her want to keep control of Viona to stay under her will, so Viona will not have a gap to leave.

Viona pulled her hand from the Marshal's grasp. "Next to go home don't pick up, yeah. I'd like to meet up with a friend first. Can, right? Just for a minute."

Marshal was silent because he could not agree to it. However, he also should not be too restrictive of his wife. "Who's the guy?"

"Campus friends. Just briefly. Before evening, I must have gone home."

Marshal seemed to think for a moment. He glanced at Rio who was still driving in silence. "My last schedule is today until what time, Yo?"

"I told you, don't want to be picked up," Sambar Viona suddenly made Rio undo his intention to answer. "Let's take a cab home or ask Frans Anterin."

Marshal's look was different. He restrained himself as much as he could so as not to issue a fatwa that made his wife angry or disliked. Marshal could not do it.

"Call me if you want to go home! I'll still pick you up! Even if my work isn't done, there's Rio who can take his place."

Hearing the Marshal's words, Rio sneered inwardly. It's always like that. He's the one who hit him again. Sure. Let it! Already the fate of working with such an employer, Rio could only comply.