Because of the compulsion

It's not so, honey.

"I have to go home, Yo. My lady seems to be angry. So, please take care of the problem here, yeah!" marshal told Rio who is instructing resort workers to clean up the damage.

"Master's coming home by himself?"

Marshal nodded quickly. "I'm fine. You take care of it here! If there's anything call me!"

Marshal was forced to go home after an unsavory message from his wife this afternoon. He's not focused on taking care of the problem, if Viona's shadow continues to haunt. Marshal did not know for sure why his wife got angry like that and instead told Marshal not to see him again. She was not reading Viona's message. He had to go home to see her before his wife got even worse.

***

Marshal entered the house carrying a lot of paper bags and a large bouquet of flowers. He looked around who looked empty. It's late, everyone must have rested. At eight o'clock she reached home.

Not finding his wife downstairs, Marshal quickly climbed the stairs to his room. He was already looking forward to meeting Viona. Marshal hopes Viona does not welcome her arrival badly. Marshal did not want Viona to be angry for a long time, because his wife would be a lot silent if he was in a bad mood.

"Darling?" The marshal opened and closed the door. The luggage is quite troublesome. She smiled at Viona who looked like she was about to enter the bathroom. "I'm home."

Marshal gulped roughly looking at Viona's cold gaze. His wife did not respond to anything and just entered the bathroom. Rush Marshal keeps luggage along with a bouquet of flowers on the bed. He walked over quickly, knocking on the tightly shut bathroom door.

"Darling?" There is no truth from within. There was only the sound of water reaching his ears. Marshal decided to wait. He stood agitatedly in front of the door that did not open. "Darling, what are you doing? Why long?" From the bathroom there was no sound. Silent. The marshal wondered, what did his wife do?

Already called her a few times, Viona did not come. Marshal chose to return to the bed. His legs ache as well, if he continues to stand there. Not to mention his body that feels tired, after taking care of emergency problems at his resort and traveling a fairly dizzy, although briefly. Marshal waited for his wife to come out feeling uneasy. Viona must still be angry at him until the arrival of the Marshal was not welcomed in the slightest.

Almost two hours he waited, Viona finally came out. Marshal stood up and approached his wife who was still wearing a white bathrobe on her body. She followed Viona's steps, getting into the wardrobe room.

"Darling ...." Marshal hugs Viona's body from behind as his wife is choosing clothes. She frowned sadly as Viona tried to let go of her embrace. "You angry? Did I make a mistake?"

Viona did not reply and instead gave a sharp look at him. Indifferently, Viona chose clothes, ignoring the unbending Marshal to invite her to talk.

Marshal left Viona alone in the dressing room, after his wife instructed him to leave with her sharp eyes. He came out, intending to pick up a bouquet of flowers that he had kept on the bed. Noticing all the luggage, Marshal sighed deeply. Hope Viona likes her luggage. He accidentally buys a lot of things and a bouquet of flowers, hoping to please Viona and not be angry with her anymore.

Marshal put on a bright smile as possible. He approached Viona with a bouquet of flowers. "For you." He gave the big bouquet to his wife. But, his wife paid no heed, only giving a flat look at him.

"A pretty flower, no less beautiful than Zahra." Marshal's body is down. He sat down in front of his wife while occasionally smelling the scent of flowers. "My beloved wife, will you accept it?" She gave the flower sweetly. His smile was like someone expressing love. "I love you, my dear, my love, my beautiful wife."

Viona even glared. Both hands folded in front of his chest. He was not interested in taking the flowers given Marshal because his sense of regret was still great.

Not giving up until there. Marshal stood still putting on his sweet smile, even though his chest was already pounding incoherently, afraid that Viona would continue to act cold and unwilling to forgive him.

The marshal grabbed the nape of his wife, pulling Viona's head to get closer. But, his wife instead revolted and pushed his body away. Marshal doesn't care. He went back to Viona. As soon as possible he managed to kiss his wife's lips, although it was slightly off due to Viona being unwilling.

"Dry!" Marshal pulled his wife's hand near the bed. "I brought you a lot of stuff." He showed me all the paper bags he was carrying.

Marshal frowned, astonished and afraid to see the reaction of his wife who even looked more fierce. Viona's gaze passed sharply until the Marshal of distress gulped.

"Why, Honey? Don't you like the prize?" Marshal was already wary of seeing his wife's hand clenched. He still forced his lips to smile sweetly and reached for his wife's hand. The marshal delivers a bouquet of flowers into Viona's hands. "I love you!"

As if unsatisfied, Viona threw her bouquet until it stooped onto the floor horribly. Her swinging legs kicked the Marshal's shins until her husband suffocated in shock to endure the pain.

"What do you think I am, ha? I have pride, Chal! Indiscriminate you bribe me with stuff like this, after you get my body! You jerk! I'm pissed! Piss off!" Viona beat up Marshal full of annoyance. He took out everything he held all day. Cussing at her husband even said the harsh words she had aimed at Marshal.

"Ouch! Yes, dear, sorry. Ow hell! No, Honey. It's not. I'm not－aduh, honey, stop!" The marshal covered his body with one hand, enduring Viona's torment. He ran up the bed, Viona followed him still giving torment.

"Honey－aduh! Enough's enough!" Marshal rolled and fell out of bed. Viona instead overstretched her body and returned cursing with torment that overwhelmed Marshal.

Marshal had to fight. He held Viona's hands tightly together as his wife continued to rebel. Marshal who was downstairs, lying on the floor with Viona's body overriding her enough to make it difficult to control Viona. He hugged his wife's waist tight. After Viona's fight stopped, Marshal could get up to sit down, so Viona was now on her lap.

Marshal was shocked to see his wife's teary eyes. He hugged her tightly, rubbing his wife's back. Viona was silent, but her hand squeezed the Marshal's arm so hard that her husband felt a pain in that part.

"Why are you, anyway? I was wrong, were you?" Marshal does not know the driving factor of his wife rampage. She did not feel that she had done anything wrong, but Viona looked extremely angry at her. "Why, hm?"

Viona thumped her lips, throwing an unpleasant gaze again.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Is it only Marshal who feels Viona's attitude now like a child? Not as usual. Seeing this kind of change, the first person he had to blame was Vino. Viona was too spoiled by her brother. All day yesterday they together made Viona's attitude become childish like this. "Say, I'm wrong about you!"

"I don't like being left out. But, you left not to say the same to me. Keep coming you bribe me with those things. You think I'm a cheap chick? I have pride, Chal. I don't like you being so low on me."

Marshal fell silent to digest his wife's words well. She did not understand why Viona had said such a thing.

Swiping Viona's head for a while, Marshal gave a warm kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry for leaving you. Not that I didn't say, I'd ask permission to leave for an emergency. You're also ngizininin me, honey. Why are you blaming me now?"

Viona raised an eyebrow looking at her husband. "When did you ask permission? You go that way, don't say anything," he said still upset.

Marshal took a rough breath. Is his wife amnesiac or pretending to forget?

"So dawn, I woke you up asking for permission. Try snotting again!"

Viona who was still upset tried to remember it. She was still sitting on her husband's lap.

"Your body didn't want to be disturbed, he said tired." Marshal fished out his wife's memories so she wouldn't continue to be mistaken. Viona probably forgot about it because she was still sleepy. Whether conscious or not, Viona did allow him to leave. But, now his wife even angry thinking Marshal who could leave him.

"Darling, I can't be with you. I－"

"But you left me!"

Marshal took another breath. She turned her seat and pulled Viona's waist down to make her more comfortable sitting on her lap. Marshal did not understand why his wife's face was grim with funny pursed lips, like wanting to cry. "You're angry about that? Honey, I don't. I didn't leave you because I wanted to be good. I'll have an emergency."

"You want more work than me!"

"It's not so, dear."