Because of the compulsion

Viona Jealous

"Anyways, tighten up the guard! Keep an eye on them!"

Viona glanced towards the balcony hearing the voice of the Marshal. Not long after, Marshal re-entered without the hassle of closing the large glass door. Viona turned her face upside down, because Marshal was always smiling, if he saw her. Viona was also astonished, why her husband smiled so much after a while ago. Is it because they did it again? Viona's face was warming. He pretended to focus on the phone while still lying down, although the incident was recalled. The shadow of the Marshal who was dashing him earlier made Viona become misbehavior herself. He gasped in shock, hurriedly shuffling away as Marshal sat on the edge of the bed that was close to him.

Marshal looks astonished. She wanted to ask, but Viona turned her back looking puzzled.

"From now on, you don't go out of the house just yet, yeah."

Viona flipped over the body quickly facing the Marshal again. "Why?" Surprised and scared. Viona doesn't want herself locked up in the house every day. Just imagining it left Viona out of breath. Must be really bad. Uninspiring. "Did I make a mistake?"

"No." Marshal raised his legs on the bed. Viona wakes up and they sit facing each other. Viona's gaze seemed to be wondering as well as shocked by her words just now. "Amanda's men are looking for you. I don't know what they're gonna do. I just don't want you to do anything. So, it's better for a while, I won't let you out of the house just yet."

Viona seemed to be in disbelief. His eyes are on the marshal. Time he had to be restrained again. "You have a lot of bodyguards. You're terrific. You can do everything. There's no way you're scared of Miss Amanda, are you? Dia－"

"Not scared, I'm just on my guard."

Viona turned a dejected face. It's the same with fear. But Marshal denied it again. "Amanda returned from Milan, after he managed to get close to a mobster. His men are many and they're cruel, honey. I don't know for sure who they are. All I know is, Amanda wants me destroyed and she wants to kill you."

Whatever Marshal explains, Viona won't listen to him. He kept turning his face to let Marshal blabber himself. Until finally Marshal looks upset because Viona who does not care, he just glanced at her again.

"Whatever I do, it's all for you. I'm worried."

Viona only nodded slowly as the Marshal looked into her eyes. Both of Viona's hands were grasped and kissed affectionately. Viona was silent. Somehow he wasn't afraid of Amanda at all. The marshal always reminded him just in case, but he was not at all daunted. As long as Viona doesn't make a mistake, no matter what Amanda's intentions are, she can still win. He also knew that, although he did not know Amanda, he knew that she wanted only Marshal. He wanted to kill Viona because he felt he had taken her lover. Viona was wrong. From the beginning the marshal married her. He's superior to Amanda. If Amanda had any ill intentions, it would have been her revenge.

***

"Where?" Viona asked in surprise to see the Marshal who was already preparing. Looks neat and .. handsome. No. gabe. So good-looking. Marshal is always handsome and will remain handsome. Viona admits it. He will never deny it.

"I have a little business, outside. You stay home. I won't be long."

Viona looked at her husband seriously. Wanted to ask again, but Marshal looked hurried. Or does he not care about Viona's presence?

"I'm out meeting new clients. Just a few hours, I'll be home. I'll make sure to go home before you get sleepy. Okay?"

Viona raised a hand covering her mouth, she pretended to yawn. "It's night now. I was sleepy" he said, not sounding clear.

Viona snorted bitterly, coming out of the dressing room leaving Marshal who immediately laughed. He sat on the edge of the bed, turning on the television looking for fun channels to watch. Activity disrupted. The marshal approached her carrying a smile of a million doses as tempting as a moment before. Viona's getting sick. That look and smile is indeed very dear, if ignored. But, he tried to be indifferent so that Marshal did not get more crazy with his behavior.

"You coming?"

Viona looks up. Marshal was wearing a watch, standing in front of him. He shook his head slowly. "Why am I coming?"

"Emm .. to take care of your husband."

Viona's eyebrows shot up next to her. He did not understand the words of the Marshal.

"Darling, your husband is so handsome. Aren't you afraid, if I go out? There are a lot of women out there watching me. Are you going to shut up?" Marshal's laughter broke out looking at Viona who was putting on a feigned expression of vomiting, making her even more haughty to keep teasing. The Marshal's body bowed slightly, leaning towards his wife. "The new client is a widow this time. He was young and ..he was thirsty virgin" he continued in a whisper.

Viona chuckled. "You're not a virgin."

"Yes. But, the taste of virgins." Marshal again chuckled at Viona's sharply rounded eyes. What kind of reaction is that? Why does Viona seem to be in disbelief? "I told you, you have to take care of me, if you don't want me to be taken by another woman."

"Curtain!" Viona turned her face, scowled. Marshal became like this, he loved to tease her. "What?" He glared sharply as the Marshal sat docked at him. The Marshal's hand wrapped around Viona's waist tightly. "There go! He said he was leaving. Uh, what's the matter?!" Viona rewinds her head, as Marshal's face draws closer to her accompanied by her sly grin that Viona knows what she's thinking.

"Related, don't you want to come?" the Marshal's voice sounded soft, like a whisper. She urged Viona to lie away from her face.

Marshal is now on his wife's body. He again grinned, attacking his favorite lips. Viona swerved, hitting Marshal hard. Marshal did not care and instead deepened his link.

"The chal!" Viona hit her husband again.

Marshal laughed instead releasing Viona's lips, replacing them with a light peck on the cheek. "I willfully do not forget my wife's taste. Not to be tempted by another woman out there."

Viona's face pouted. He woke up feeling very upset. "Jude, go there!" His soft hands pushed the body of the Marshal away.

"All right, I'm going. Good at home, yeah. If there's anything call me immediately." Marshal stood up, tidying up his clothes for a moment. His hands stretched out to the top of Viona's head. "Don't wait for me to come home. If you are sleepy, go to sleep immediately. I didn't promise I'd be home soon." His head lowered again to whisper to Viona. "If I come home late, don't be angry. I'll accompany my slave client."

"Marshal!"

The person who was yelled at instead laughed and immediately walked out of the room. Viona called out her name in annoyance. He was laughing behind the door. Viona doesn't want him to accompany the widowed client. Is that jealousy? If true, Marshal was very lucky this time.