Because of the compulsion

Patience, Chal ...

Despite the fear and doubt, Marshal still ventured to enter Rahma's room. He wants to leave to go outside, have an appointment with his client. Afraid that Viona will look for her, if she doesn't say goodbye. But, could it be that Viona would look for him? Marshal hesitates, considering that Viona always drives him away.

"Hi, Honey." Marshal went inside, found Viona sitting on the sofa, legs crossed and cell phone in her hand. Glancing at the bed, Rahma fell asleep. "What meda? Have you eaten?"

Viona just kept quiet, looking at him with a flat gaze. Then, the cell phone became the center of his attention.

Patience, Chal ....

Marshal's closing in on Viona. Breathing a sigh of relief as Viona did not directly encourage her to go and snapped, saying that she hated seeing her face.

Huh, it hurts so much. The heart throbbed in pain as Viona said so. Only now did Marshal feel that he was not proud to have a handsome face. His wife just hated seeing his handsome face. If Viona had said anything hurtful about her face, the presence of the Marshal dropped instantly. He immediately felt like the ugliest man in the world. Yes, it feels so great to be hated by his wife. Really am!

"I'm going outside, for a second. There is work to be taken care of. You okay what am I leaving behind?" Her chest pounded as she bravely stroked Viona's head. Afraid Viona brushed him off again and immediately glared sharply. But, it didn't happen. Marshal gave thanks in his heart. It was fortunate that Viona's hatred always came suddenly, not every time. If only that hatred were to appear at any moment, surely the Marshal would die. All the time and all day he would not be able to meet his wife.

Like it's better. Marshal can still meet, although sometimes get a sudden ejection.

"You were here by yourself first, is that okay? I called Michelle. He'll be here, after dance lessons. So, it's okay, am I staying?"

Viona glanced again at the Marshal. His gaze remained flat. Couldn't Viona smile a little at her husband? Marshal really wanted to see those pink lips smile this time. It was so exciting to see those lips. Marshal so wants to pounce on him right now, if not with his wife's emotions.

"Why is that even?"

Marshal frowned, not understanding his wife's words. She asked because she made sure that Viona did allow her to leave. She wants to leave, afraid that Viona will not be left alone.

"Go! Don't ask me again! I was also alone from then on. Want you to go outside or anywhere, I'm here still alone."

Also true.

Marshal cursed at his wrong words. He rubbed Viona's head again and got a soft pat. Turn it on, start again.

"Yes, I'm gone, yeah. You're all right here. If there's anything, call me!" Marshal bowed, intending to give a kiss before he left. But, urung. He didn't want to be slapped by his wife just for kissing. He looked at Viona for a moment. "Kiss?"

His body stiffened instantly, riveted due to Viona's response. Marshal thought he would get a snapshot or even a sharp glare from his wife as he coded for a kiss. Unexpectedly, it turns out that Viona instead gave a brief kiss on her cheek.

Marshal's smile rose instantly. He stood up again and rubbed his wife's head again, briefly. "I'm leaving, yeah. Much eating! If you are still nauseous, call a doctor. There are many doctors here who can help you. Later ka－"

"Brewle! Go there already!"

Turn it on, start again ....

***

"Say, pregnant people like a lot of her wants, Yo. Pregnant women must be troublesome with things called cravings. But, madam is not like that" Marshal told Rio who was driving behind the wheel.

"I think the madam is also cravings, sir."

The body of the Marshal leaned forward. "What indeed? He never asked me anything. The lady never had any wishes. What do you think madam cravings are?"

"Damn it!" Marshal laughed as Rio's laughter echoed, mocking him. "Where is such cravings."

Marshal shook his head with a laugh, imagining that he would soon be bothered with his wife's cravings. Viona will want this-that in no time and urgently. He will also ask for things that are impossible to obtain and ridiculous to do. If such was the experience of doctor Rizwa, when his wife was pregnant.

It felt like Marshal was impatiently waiting for that. Can't wait to be bothered with his wife who wants a lot and stick with his behavior. Now Viona's only one month old. Thus, there is a remaining eight months of kagi for Marshal to satisfy himself and hold high blood to face his wife's behavior.

Will Viona continue to expel him until nine months of age? Marshal bergidig was horrified, if only it happened. He could die young just because of his wife's ouster.

Rio glanced towards the rearview hearing the master laughing to himself. Fearing that the mad Marshal was holding back his annoyance, Rio turned on the music loud enough to make Marshal instantly stop with his daydream and instantly stare intently.

"A man of high blood, many minds and often withholds a lot of aggravation, is very potentially suffering from a psychiatric illness, sir. I'm afraid it's happening."

Marshal gave it a sharp turn. "Who do you mean, Rio?"

"Hehe ...," Rio gave a wide grin. "Who else, if not Viona's mistress' husband."

The marshal instantly gave a murderous soul look at him. Rio did not care about that, after all he could not see it and focused on looking ahead, towards the street.

***

"Later, if she was born, what name would you give her?" michelle rubbed Viona's stomach gently and a smile spread across her face.

Viona laughed hearing that. "He's even as small as a green bean, Chelle. Not yet perfect. Anyway, I don't know if she's a girl or a boy. Haven't thought of a name that would fit her later."

Michelle laughed at her sister-in-law's explanation. Viona's right. It's too early to talk about that.

It was late in the afternoon, almost evening, but the marshal had not returned. Rahma had just taken the medicine with the help of Michelle and Viona who had been guarding since. Rahma seems to be getting better. Her face was always smiling and happy when discussing Viona's stomach issues.

"In the past when pregnant Marshal, must have bought red candy as papa. My mom loved that food. But, not to eat, just mama ask papa, keep mama dumped into the fish pond."

Viona and Michelle laughed at the story.

"Why banished, Ma? Oh, dear, that's it. If I were born first, I would have picked it up, kept me in the room. It's nice to be cuddled, right," said Michelle, the louder they get out of their laughter.

"Yes, pregnant people are that weird. Mama would do it if she did. Especially if you are upset with papa. The lemparin's got to be on power."

"Wow, definitely put some energy in, yeah, Ma." Michelle has it again. He turns to Viona who is still laughing, imagining the funny story. "If Big Brother is now craving what? It's weird too, isn't it? Like that mom, for example."

Viona shook her head quickly, with a smile. He did not feel like something or how a woman who was cravings.

"Not yet" said Rahma, "we'll see! Let's see how Chal's distress is as cravings for his first child. Must be exciting. Look Marshal was expelled, mama was very satisfied. Especially if you want to ask for something. Surely the title Marshal fell out instantly, because it already had no self-esteem."

They laugh back.

Viona rubbed her stomach, thinking. How will he crave? What would be the story of most other women? He hopes his cravings are not excessive and to make many people in distress. Looking at the grim Marshal every time he threw her out, Viona was not in the heart. But, he was nauseous if he saw his face for a long time. Until she always felt hate for her husband.