Because of the compulsion

Getting Sweet?

The night is late. Marshal was still in his office, taking care of an attachment Rio had just deposited on him. The last job for today that he has to take care of. Really, the day is very tiring with a lot of work.

"The mother called, sir," Rio reported, looking at the mobile phone on his employer's desk. The Marshal was sitting on the sofa, which was far away from the big place. Rio picked up the phone after being ordered and gave it to the master.

"It seems like the madam has missed. He's lonely and wants to sleep but can't." Marshal smiled as he imagined it. He received the phone from Rio's hand and pressed the green panek to connect the connection. "Yes, Honey?" The attachment sheet he kept for a moment in the table. Giving over the job to the assistant who just silently noticed.

"When are you home?"

Turns right. Madam misses him. Marshal smiled happily. Tired of yawning away hoping that what he wanted turned out to be true.

"Maybe in a minute, honey. I'll finish the job first, just get home. You sleep first. Don't wait for me, yeah!" Marshal's smile grew wider at Viona's voice that let out a disappointed sigh.

Viona is in his hands. He is easy to miss when long apart and will be more spoiled when meeting. Ah, it feels like Marshal wants to go home and give a kiss on his wife's face. Her affection for Viona grew bigger. Especially now that she knew, Viona also felt the same way.

"Don't come home too late! Work is important, but you also need rest, Chal."

"Yes, Honey. Thanks for the attention. Yasudah, I finished the job first to get home quickly, yes. You go to sleep first. I'll be home soon." The smile continued to expand, even though the call had ended.

Getting married and having a wife like Viona is fun. Especially the feeling of being reciprocated. His return was waiting and it was very, very happy. Zahra, how much Chal loves you, baby.

***

Arrive home at one in the morning. The house looked quiet and the Marshal went straight to his room, after telling Rio to get some rest. The goal is just to see Viona. He misses his wife. Hugely.

"Darling?" It turns out that his wife is deep in her sleep. The marshal closes the door quietly, fearing her voice interrupts Viona's sleep. He stepped slowly and went to the bathroom. Cleaning up first, only then can he hold Viona as tightly as possible and give her a kiss as much as he wants.

Get dressed and ready to sleep. The shower was over and she was clean. Marshal approached the bed, climbed up and immediately grabbed Viona's back. Viona looks so deep in her sleep that she is unaware of the arrival of the Marshal. Even hugged, he just squirms a little and goes back to sleep.

"Dear." Marshal scratched the face on the nape of his wife. The hug tightened and light kisses began to land on Viona's pink pajama-clad back tonight. "I'm home." He whispered a little, but spoke right close to his wife's ear.

It felt Viona's body wriggling again. A hand touched the hand that was coiled in his stomach. Viona turned over quickly. His look was soft, still sleepy. However, a smile rose on his lips as Marshal gave a warm peck on his cheek.

"Chal ..." it's husky. Viona's hand moved to hug the neck of the Marshal. The head paled on her husband's neck and inhaled a fresh masculine scent. Viona again closed her eyes tightly, not caring about Marshal's body's reaction to her treatment.

"How many more days are your monthly guests over?"

"Don't know. Maybe five."

***

"Astagfirullah, Darling ...." The marshal looked down, shaking his head at Viona who was already busy with plants in the backyard. Even though it was morning. He had not yet left for work, but his wife's hand was already inundated with the ground. "Well?"

Viona gave a cute grin, looking adorable while raising her dirty hands. "So the pot fell. I'm really, the flowers are crap."

Marshal sighed deeply, shaking his head again. He employs a lot of people at home. There are also many garden workers. But, why does his wife always want to do anything by herself?

"Here!"

"Attent." Viona went to the faucet and cleaned her hands. He walked sinlessly on the Marshal who looked upset. Though only justifying the order of the falling pot. But, Marshal saw it as if Viona was dropping the pot. Looks fierce.

"Other times, ask someone else for help to do something like that. Don't do it yourself! Dirty. I'm mempeker－"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Viona cut, pushy. If he does anything, it's got to be taken by the marshal. Though Viona also had no problem with such things. He was happy to do it, because there he had no other activity. "It's just that the pot fell, Chal. What harm? I can take care of it myself, Chal."

Nagging the wife is free. That stubborn Viona would still win and the Marshal could only refrain from giving this ban-that again. Because Viona must be fed up and refute him instead. Viona doesn't like being at the mistress at home. He always wanted to do all the work alone. Then, why does Marshal have so many employees?

"You don't like it, do you, I'm like that? Are you disgusted to see I'm soiled, holding up the kayak land just now?"

Breathe in, exhale! Marshal doesn't know how else to deal with women who have different habits like other conglomerates. Viona is not from the lowly. Not a child who is told to always have a simple personality. Marshal clearly knows how his family is. He comes from a wealthy family with treatment that tends to be pampered. Not much different from other families. But, why is it that Viona's person?

"Whatever. I just don't want you to be tired. I hope, in the future, if there's anything, ask someone else for help. Lots of workers here. Hire them! Not hiring yourself like that."

"Yes-yes, honey, yes." Viona looks getting careless. He's embracing the Marshal's arm. He brought her back into the house. "You're going to work, right? Should've left, why are you still nagging me?"

Marshal was also going to work. But his wife was not there when he was going to say goodbye. So she searched first and it turns out that Viona prefers to busy herself with falling plants, rather than driving her husband to the front and giving routine rituals as usual when Marshal will go to work.

"Honey, a boss can't bend his face. Must look bright and authoritative." Viona said softly, softly and very sweetly. He confirmed the tie belonging to the Marshal with a warm smile. "It's neat, handsome, his face sour. Try smiling! How's smile?" Viona's hand was raised. Both of his hands pulled the left right side of Marshal's cheek to form a smile. "Where's the smile?"

Marshal had to smile. Her eyes bulged in shock with her stiffened body feeling the chewy, warm and soft lips of Viona on her lips.

"It has. Now go."

The marshal was still sculpting on the spot feeling the incredible effect his wife was giving him. It's too sweet. Too sudden. Marshal is not ready. Can the scene be repeated once more so that the Marshal can prepare himself?