Because of the compulsion

Viona Banging Marshal

"Huf! I don't want to go home yet."

The marshal flipped his body about to enter the changing room as soon as he heard Viona's voice. "If you don't want to go home yet, then why don't you refuse when I take you home?" Marshal saw it upset. Hearing Viona speak like that, it was as if she was the one forcing her to leave immediately.

"Yes, right, you said, 'we're home. There are people who want to see me at home'. So, I'm just going home. Where I might as well be there, while you're coming back here." Viona blicked her lips, sitting on the edge of the bed watching the Marshal standing in front of the locker room door.

Her husband looks deep breathing. Shake slowly and get in there. Not long after, the Marshal came out already changed into a neater outfit. Viona glanced at him judging. "Said the man wanted to come home. Why do I have to wear this dress?" He was just surprised to see it.

But, Marshal meant something else. She thought Viona didn't like it, if she wore such clothes. Marshal was about to turn around to change clothes again. The phone rang making Marshal undo his intentions and prefer to pick up the call and get out of the room.

Seeing her husband leaving, Viona snorted bitterly. Maybe because of her up and down mood today, so she was very upset and unclear about her own husband.

"Honey ak－"

"What?!" Viona gave a sharp glance, instantly jerking at the Marshal who had returned into the room. Just now that he was about to lie on the bed, Marshal was already bothering him.

"Why you?" Marshal walked into the room. Stepping slowly and giving a strange look to Viona. He picked up the wallet left behind in the nightstand drawer, still noticing Viona who looked annoyed in bed. The marshal approached and sat down beside him. "Why, hm? Did I make a mistake?"

Viona was just speechless making Marshal's breath sound loud. "I have to go outside. People who want to meet, apparently not come to the house. He even invited me to meet at a nearby restaurant. How's it?" Looking at Viona who was still speechless, Marshal rubbed his face. "Can I go?"

Viona simply gave a faint nod and broke away from the Marshal.

He stretched out his body, laid on his side and began to close his eyes. However, one hand was raised to rub the stomach. Suddenly Viona grimaced.

Seeing that, Marshal became anxious. She rubbed Viona's stomach, watching her worry. "You why? It hurt?"

Viona nodded slowly, rubbing her stomach while occasionally grimacing. The spicy rujak she ate at Lina's house earlier that made her like that. Coupled with menstrual cycles that always make stomach heartburn. He just wants to be noticed. Hearing the Marshal is leaving, the pain becomes more and more. Whereas since then, Viona can hold it and look fine.

"Do I need to see a doctor?"

Viona. A little pressing on his stomach which even more heartburn. Heartburn that is routinely felt by women is as much as quite torturous.

"Want to take medicine?"

Viona shook her head again making Marshal worry even more about her. Marshal did not get up and instead hugged Viona's body. "Eat him, I said don't be too spicy," he said softly as a whisper, "It hurts because of the ramjak or indeed menstruation?"

Marshal was silent. Rounded eyes were surprised by what Viona did to him. Not expecting it because Viona had soaked first.

"Shut up! I don't want anything to be noisy. Don't nag! It will be good again. It won't be long."

Marshal licked his own lips feeling the rest of Viona's lips. Just as she was about to make a move, eating the bait, Viona had already stopped her silence. A good opportunity. But, Viona was only intending to silence, not give him pleasure.

The worried raut still enveloped the Marshal. Seeing Viona curled up like a baby, Marshal gave her a hug again. Hope Viona's pain can be quickly lost. She could not bear to see Viona's face frowning accompanied by such a ringing. Marshal is not heartless and does not want to see it. In addition to their first night.

***

The meeting was canceled suddenly. Marshal prefers to lower his self-esteem, apologizing profusely to clients who have already agreed to meet him at a nearby restaurant. Viona's in pain. Marshal could not leave him alone.

And the day has changed the night. Viona was still asleep in the arms of the Marshal. Sometimes he squirms and grimaces. His forehead was also sweating coldly. Marshal pity seeing it. Do all women feel the moon coming like that? All this time he had been paying less attention to Viona. Because since the beginning of marriage they split rooms, only a few months later they really live one room. Marshal rarely knew Viona's arrival. Now he knew it from the beginning and felt unbearable.

"Darling, wakeup! Eat first!" Swiping Viona's cheek gently, his wife just squirmed. Since noon Viona does not want to eat and once she wants to eat, she wants something spicy. Marshal does not allow. His stomach has not improved. And he also never read the article, if people are menstruating should not eat spicy food. "The food was brought here. Want, huh?"

Viona. Pulling the hand of Marshal to embrace him again. And one other hand he led to rub his lower back. It felt comfortable for Viona. The pain is not too pronounced, if she is treated as such by her husband.

Marshal did not argue. He rubbed any parts that could make his wife comfortable. Viona is in spoiled mode. Marshal was happy. He felt needed and was closer to Viona. If so, Marshal knows, Viona is also a woman who does have weaknesses. Not as much stubborn and very considerate as other women.

One kiss landed on Viona's forehead. Marshal smelled it warm and long. His hand did not stop rubbing Viona's back and continued to recite prayers so that Viona's pain quickly subsided and soon disappeared.

"Chal ...." Viona muttered, getting more and more hugs.

"Yes, honey, why?" The marshal lowered his head and went back to peeking at his wife.

Viona raised her face. Looks pale and exhausted. His lips were attracted to form a smile.

The cup!

"Thank you." Both of his hands were coiled to the neck of the Marshal. Viona poked her head back against her husband's chest. He closed his eyes, not caring about the reaction of the Marshal who got an incredible reward.

His body was tense, surprised. Marshal didn't think Viona would do that to him. A smile rises. Is this the beauty of love? The more open Viona is, the closer and more loving she is. Viona looks sincere and attentive. Marshal hopes this warmth can continue into old age. Just want to separate.