Because of the compulsion

Madam Marshal Jealousy

"Why, hm?"

Viona shook her head slowly. Be indifferent to the existence of Marshal that feels very disturbing to him. Moreover, the woman was sitting next to her husband. The bigger Viona's pissed off.

The show had already started and the host had already let out a voice. Then, Marshal was called to go up to the podium, as a hotel picker who was shaded by Mars Corporations. Not to forget he also greeted all the company officials present. And Viona was getting sick of greeting the higher-ups, her gaze looking at Miss Garmita for a moment. And boisterous attendees applauded as Marshal greeted Mrs Mars Corporations from the podium accompanied by a proud smile.

Viona gave a sweet smile, to the audience of course, not to her husband. Marshal said a few things and Viona didn't listen too much to what her husband said. It is enough to just sit still, watch and give the same response as the rest of the audience. They give a clap for the Marshal, Viona does the same. It's just that until the welcome from the company's owner is complete.

The marshal came down and sat down next to his wife. It looks very authoritative and full of confidence has reopened one very luxurious hotel under the auspices of his company. Marshal is cool at a young age. Almost stepped on the head of three. But, he was indeed like an eagle flapping beautiful wings in the air. Fly high and explore without limits with a very unparalleled sharpness.  Viona admits she's proud. But not with his current attitude.

Viona grunted softly looking at the Marshal leaning to the right side, at Garmita, while her self on the left was neglected. Marshal seemed to be talking to the beautiful woman, looking very serious. The atmosphere started to feel hot for Viona. Moreover, the occasional Marshal spoke to the woman more closely, because their voices were not so clearly heard, eclipsed by the mic voice of the host and some word for word from the company officials.

When will this show be finished? Viona was tired of being in that position. Marshal does not look messy or romantic with the woman named Garmita. Just look serious, displaying formality as a co-worker. But, why did Viona's chest rumble, it felt like wanting to grab Garmita's hair until it slipped from her head.

"Is the Madam at night tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Viona gave a clumsy glance towards Garmita who was leaning towards her. Instantly Viona's gaze sharpened, as the leaning body was very close to the Marshal's body. Can't they be a little far apart? Viona hot to see it. "Sorry, how, Miss?" Viona smiled clumsyly, not listening too much to anything around her. He had dissolved with annoyance to the point of not knowing that Garmita had been talking since.

"Garmita asked, 'do you have time tomorrow night?'" Marshal repeated it with a smile clearly imprinted on his lips.

Viona was silent for a moment. No frills Madam or Miss? Directly calling out such a name turned out to make the flames of his anger rise even more. Actually, how close are they?

"There certainly is, Miss. Why, huh?" He laughed blandly for a moment, melting the clumsily he felt. And anger, actually.

Garmita smiled, still looking beautiful and friendly. "I would like to invite the Madam to just get acquainted. Can Madam come to my place, tomorrow night?"

Viona was speechless, looking at the calm looking Marshal face watching a hotel head who was still blabbering on the podium. He occasionally glanced in another direction, but his ears were indeed observant. The conversation between the two women flanking him could still be heard well.

"Maybe?" Viona asked the Marshal who turned to her directly.

"Okay, God willing, I'll come, Miss." Once again Viona gave her forced friendly smile. Enough of this drama. She was sick and fed up with her husband. The marshals seemed calm enjoying the series after series of events until the Sucks Lord was called forward to cut the ribbon as a sign of the opening of their new hotel.

Forced she must look fine accompanying her husband to be in the front row. The marshal gives the scissors to her and tells Viona to cut them off. Viona hesitated and did not want to. But, the Marshal's hand is more alert to lead to cutting the ribbon. Viona smiled clumsily at the thundering applause and congratulations. Marshal rubbed his face gently, revealing a meaningful look, as if everything would be fine.

But, it wasn't okay until they were done with the ribbon cutting and everyone was enjoying the dishes available. The Grand Opening event that Marshal titles are very luxurious, even bringing in famous artists as entertainment. Unlike opening-opening events in general, this is like a wedding reception according to Viona.

Several artists entertained them with musical accompaniment and some attendees instead came to greet him and Marshal as a sign of congratulations on the opening of their new hotel. Instantly, the events of a few months ago revolved. And events like this always force him to keep smiling when feelings are raging.

At the wedding, he forced a smile because he was forced to get married. And now she smiles out of jealousy towards her husband. Really ridiculous. The forced situation that has changed so far can never be suspected. Viona is really jealous of Marshal. Is that as sad as that? Why never feel happy and smiling really is not a play when shaking hands like now?

***

"You know, Mr. Arga Mahendra is my partner. All his family I invited to come."

Viona nodded softly without seeing who was speaking. His gaze remained straight ahead, seeing the Arga Mahendra family sitting together at a mundar table with special dishes presented in front of them. Vip Guests. Marshal explained it that way.

There's Joints and his future wife there. They look fine. Viona heaved a sigh of relief, at least Joints could also reach for happiness like her. Nothing is impossible in this world. All things can happen, as long as the hand of God wills. And Viona is also sure, all will still be on the road that is fine, if sincerely undergoing.

Unknowingly, a hand stretched out in front of him who was sitting. Viona looked up, surprised to see who had come to greet her.

"Congratulations on the opening of his new hotel, Madam. I represent all the family Arga Mahendra said, join happy and hopefully invested well. Produce immense goodness and grow ever more rapidly."

Viona did not blink looking at the friendly smile and the greeting came out from the man she had loved some time ago. Can't believe that Joints can talk to him without any tone of compassion, sadness or adoration. He looks sincere and friendly like a normal friend.

Has Joints really moved on until they dare to come to him and say hello without burden?