Because of the compulsion

Wake

When he opened his eyes, Marshal did not find Viona beside him. Where the hell is he?

Marshal hurried from the bed, when he heard the sound of his wife vomiting from the bathroom. He got worried, knocking on the door a few times for fear of entering. "Are you okay, honey? Do I need to look or just stay here?"

There was no voice from inside, only the sound of running water and Viona vomited again. Marshal became unsettled, if he entered fear it even further worsened his wife's condition. But, he did not want to just keep silent to let Viona trouble. Marshal wants to accompany her, at least she's on Viona's side.

Marshal went inside, directly approaching Viona who was leaning on the edge of the sink. His face looked very pale and his body was very limp. "Is it still nauseous?"

Viona nodded her head weakly, reaching for the Marshal's hand to hold on. He gripped tightly onto the Marshal's wrist, bowing his head as the turmoil felt excruciating, yet nothing came out anymore.

Marshal only fell silent, feeling sorry for Viona's current state. She was also anxious, fearing that her presence would make Viona nauseous.

"Don't look at me, honey!"

Instead of complying, Viona looked at the Marshal. The look on his face was very lethargic he smiled faintly. "You're afraid I'm gonna drive out again, aren't you?"

The marshal simply lowered his gaze, avoiding lingering eye contact with his wife. He didn't know if it would last long or not he was there. Viona was always nauseous, if they were close together or just looking at each other. Marshal doesn't want his wife to get more tormented.

"Chal, sling ...." Viona spread her hands.

Marshal saw her sigh and immediately carried Viona's body, then laid on the bed. As the Marshal was intending to bring the warm water down, Viona instead held her hand and shook her head.

"Don't go far! I'm afraid of falling in the bathroom, if I get nauseous again. I'm dizzy, Chal. It almost fell down."

Marshal was stunned to hear his wife's complaint. "Why not wake me up? You should've woken me up, honey."

Viona wakes her husband up. There he will be tired, can not resist nausea and ended with vomiting in bed. Viona did not want that to happen, so she went to the bathroom by herself, without telling her husband first.

"I'll call the doctor, yeah. Let me check in more detail. I can't bear to see you keep throwing up, honey."

Viona just kept quiet. Not to argue, not to say.

Marshal went to go out of the room, towards the next room. Her steps again came to a halt, Viona looked annoyed that she was moving away. "I'll get a cell phone in the room, honey."

"Which room?"

"The room next door. I should have slept there last night, right? You didn't want to room, before."

Viona was silent again, if she remembered her exorcism towards Marshal, she also felt pity. But, somehow Viona likes to sometimes hate and get sick of seeing her husband's face. At unexpected times, like now, he did not feel nauseous, even though the face of Marshal was very close to him. That feeling comes up sometimes, not all the time.

Just last night Viona who even asked to sleep hugged. Marshal initially hesitates, but it is Viona who convinces him to keep giving her a hug. And it turns out nothing happened. Everything was fine, before waking up his stomach suddenly came back churning.

"May I come out for a second?"

Viona shook her head, pulling the Marshal's hand. "Not to."

Exhale deeply .. Exhaust slowly. Marshal no longer understood his wife's strange change of attitude. For a moment he hates, for a moment he is nauseous, for a moment he does not want to be left behind, but soon he will expel Marshal viciously. Change is hard to guess. Too much to make him confused and arrogant himself to remember that.

"Then now what should I do? Taking a drink should not be, contacting the doctor is also not allowed to go out of the room, take his cell phone for a while."

"You just shut up."

"Here?" Marshal pointed to his current sitting position.

Viona gave a nod, then fell silent playing the fingers on the lap wrapped in blankets up to her waist. He sat leaning on the head of the bed, with his legs crossed.

"What if you get sick again? Would I rather just get out?"

Viona shook her head again, her lips looking lame. Very funny in the eyes of Marshal.

Viona closed her eyes, as the Marshal rubbed the top of her head gently. Samar he smiled, it felt like the dizzy head was comfortable and did not throb pain anymore.

Bizarrely. Viona herself was always amazed by her easy-to-change self at any time. What is the effect of pregnancy hormones? But why does it feel so strange.

***

"It's anti-nausea medicine, honey." The marshal took a glass of water and gave it to Viona. He deliberately told Rio to contact the obstetrician and consult without Viona willing to come along. His wife did not want to go anywhere, complaining of weakness, while when Marshal said if his doctor would come home, Viona did not allow it. He doesn't want to meet anyone, he said.

Marshal just obeyed all his wife's wishes so that Vionaa was happy and not getting worse with emotions that could change at any time.

"bitter?" Marshal frowned at the sight of his silent wife, after taking the medicine prescribed by the obstetrician, thanks to Rio's consultation.

"No, kok. Sweet."

Marshal was stunned to see his wife's lips smiling widely. She smiled sweetly, reaching out to wipe Viona's face. However, he broke it. Suddenly, Viona's face changed. His forehead frowned and his lips tightly clenched. Like holding back from vomiting again.

"Wanna go to the bathroom? Or should I go?" Marshal was worried about seeing it. But, Viona instead shook her head and furiously frowned with eyes that began to narrow.

"Don't smile again! I hate to see it!"

What else is this? The wrong Marshal smile until his wife frowned like that?

Hadeh .. It is very difficult to express her happiness. Though Marshal was only happy, seeing his wife who was smiling brightly. But, why make his wife hate, again?

"Just hate to see me smile? Don't want me to go, out?" The marshal was ready to move away, before Viona drove him away. "Just a smile?" Seeing Viona nod, Marshal breathed a sigh of relief. At least he could still be near his wife.

Marshal insists on himself not giving Viona a smile. As happy as ever, Marshal had to make sure his lips weren't interested so Viona wouldn't hate him anymore. Remember, just hate the smile.

So, all day long the Marshal refrained from smiling. He even had to painstakingly press his lips to clench tightly, when it was late at night, Viona asked to be accompanied by a movie. And damn, the movie that Viona turned into a romantic comedy. Marshal had to bite his lip, holding him to disinterest, when there are funny scenes on the television screen.

Viona is no longer often nauseous and feels at home near Marshal. His wife was no longer in trouble having to go back and forth to the bathroom, but ended up with him being tormented all day holding his lips back from a smile.

"Don't you like the movie? Just be quiet from now on. The movie is great, Chal."

Alpos ....

Marshal wants to kill people right then and there. "I like it, honey. The movie is good."

"Times?" Viona looked at it with the corner of her eye, in disbelief. "But you don't like this movie, do you? I-i know. You just kept quiet, Chal." Viona looked at the television back, her face grim.

The sins of the Marshal will surely decrease, because every second he will be privileged and ask God for forgiveness, for all the attitudes of his wife. "I like it, honey," said Marshal with a flat face.

Viona waved her lips, looking annoyed. "You don't like it. I-i know. That's why I'm gonna say I like it."

Somehow it has to be. Marshal wanted to say he liked the movie with a sweet smile, but he remembered, Viona would hate his smile. But, instead it was thought he did not like it, just because he put on a flat face.

"Saying the word 'like' without the right expression, it looks like you are indeed forced." Viona blinked her eyes, throwing a lazy look at the television.

Should Marshal smile?

Alright. Just this time. May Viona not abuse him.

"I really liked the movie, honey." Marshal smiled, looking strange.

Viona immediately hit her arm tightly. "I hate you! Don't smile! It sucks!"

Nawah! Everything will go wrong in his wife's eyes.