Because of the compulsion

under the Table Cloth

"Honey, we're home, yes," persuaded Marshal somehow to go to how many times. He continues to invite Viona to return to their home, for fear that Viona is exhausted if she has to keep Rahma there. Especially now it's night. "Yes?"

"Yes, brother, just go home. There's me here who takes care of my mom. Brother Zibran and sister Miranda also said they would stay the night. They're on the road" said Michelle, coaxing.

Forced Viona to nod and join the Marshal to return home. Actually, Viona does not want to go home and wants to keep her in-laws. But Marshal kept asking him to go home. She had never stopped by the house since she decided to get divorced. For a few days, Viona chose to stay in the hospital or go home to her parents.

Marshal does not always allow and does not want to part sleep again. But, Viona was fed up of seeing him for a long time. So, for Viona's sake, the Marshal could only relent and still sleep alone.

Arriving in front of the Marshal's house, Viona was stunned to see the domestic workers gathering to welcome her presence. He smiled at the hospitality of those who gave their welcome. The good news about Viona's pregnancy is also well known to the home crowd. They congratulate and pray for the good of the mother and child still in the womb.

Viona was moved by that. He looked again at the Marshal who was smiling at him. Marshal is very good, but ... Viona ran quickly into the house and looked for the bathroom. Everyone panicked and caught up with him, especially Marshal who yelled at Viona not to run too fast, for fear of her fetus why-why.

Vomiting again. Viona refused the presence of Marshal there. He told the Marshal to stay away and avoid it for now. If you see her husband smile and his face looks very handsome, Viona's stomach will be more powerful to feel the turmoil.

"Miss needs help?" Rio swiftly stood in front of the bathroom, replacing the Marshal who was forced to stay away and hide behind the walls looking towards them.

"I want to go to the room, Yo." Viona reached out to Rio, asking for help to lead him. "Please, yeah."

With pleasure, Rio led Viona towards the stairs slowly and carried her all the way into the room. Marshal wanted to cry seeing that. Supposedly, he was the one who guided Viona when she was weak. Stupid as well because she instead asked Rio who was helping, it should be the other female workers just so that she did not feel envious.

Now, how did he get into the room? Viona will definitely throw him out again.

"Madam said, please don't go inside for now. You can sleep in another room. The madam was still nauseous and asked Erni to accompany her," Rio said, as he exited his master's room, after making sure Viona was well rested.

"Call Erni! Take good care of him!" The marshal flipped over to enter another room. If it is like this, what is called reference? They even split the room and Viona refused to see it.

Chal junior, is it wrong papa? Why are you torturing papa like this? ringis Marshal in the heart.

***

At night Viona woke up. He came out of the room, glancing around that felt lonely. She's famished. His stomach wants to eat fresh and appetizing food. He opened the fridge, took the orange from there.

"Darling, don't eat that first!"

Viona flipped over in shock at the sound. He glanced around, but there was no one there. "Chal?" She was sure it was her husband's voice. But there was no one in the kitchen. He was the only one still standing in front of the refrigerator that was even still open and the freshly peeled orange peeled a little.

"Eat good food first. Don't eat oranges, your stomach acid will rise, you'll be nauseated again" the voice sounded again.

Viona glanced around, looking around for the Marshal figure, but did not find where. "Chal?" She closed the refrigerator door, stepped up and looked around again, confirming her husband's whereabouts. "Chal! Don't scare me."

"No, Honey. I just don't want you to look at me, keep getting nauseous."

"Where are you talking?" Viona stepped back, still holding an orange in her hand. He glanced around, the figure remained non-existent. "The chal!"

"I exist, Honey. Fear not! I just don't want to appear the same in front of you."

Viona listened carefully to the origin of the voice. He stepped again to the dining table. "Chal?"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Hehe ...." Marshal gave a silly smile, looking like an insane person. "I'm hiding here, honey."

"Why?"

"So you don't see me. You're always sick and don't want to see me, right? I have to watch you at all times. Hence－"

"But, you don't have to stick under the table, do you?"

Marshal smiled, silly. Viona was not in the thought of her husband. "Come, out!" Viona stood up and told her husband to come out.

Marshal didn't even want to, afraid Viona was nauseous again.

"I should have seen your face. Did I vomit? I've been better."

Doubtful Marshal crawled up and came out from under the table. Viona helps him to get up and looks very upset.

"Take a look, you put on a face like that." Marshal back crouching.

Viona held her hand. "Why are you going to do something?"

"Gumpet again," said Marshal, again hiding under the table. "Go and get some food! I won't show my face in front of you anymore, honey."

Viona was only able to shake her head while rubbing her stomach. "Honey, don't let you look like, yeah," she's monologuing with her fetus. "Mama doesn't want to admit this. But, no matter how stupid, he's still your father, son."

***

"Sleep! I love you." The marshal kissed Viona's hand for a moment and immediately flipped over to leave. But, his hand was instead held back by Viona. He turned around again confused. "Why, Honey? Need anything? Or nausea again?"

Viona shook her head, pulling the Marshal into their room. "My company is sleeping."

Instead of being happy, Marshal was afraid to land his wife's request. Just now Viona was getting better and not throwing up seeing her husband. What if later when Marshal was having a good dream, it turns out that Viona pushed her body and drove the Marshal from their room?

That's grisly. It is better to separate rooms from now, rather than having to be driven away when you are asleep.

"You just ate, honey. I don't want you to take that food out again, just because you're sick to see me."

"No will. I'm doing fine. It's been better. Come on, you sleep!"

Marshal hesitated again. But, he complied and went up to the bed. "Can I hug? Kiss? Touching little? Or just to turn your back?" marshal asked in a row to make Viona snort loudly.

"Everything is allowed. Including nelangkangin."

Yes, God ....

Marshal almost fainted on the spot.