Because of the compulsion

Patient

"There's eight months left, Yo. Am I still alive when my son is born?"

"Master must be patient. Madam is like that because she is pregnant. For the sake of your son too. Be patient!"

The marshal just nodded lethargicly, reopening the file he was checking. The morning weather in the office was boring. He was not enthusiastic about working, because his mind kept on remembering Viona who was left at home. He is also afraid of his wife doing strenuous activities, because he knows for himself that Viona cannot be silent. Nothing would want to be done with his own hands.

"The budget of the project is Bali, it looks like it will miss a little, sir."

"Why?" Marshal looked at Rio who was opening the blue map, sitting before him. "Mr miscalculated the funds. Lately the focus of the Lord is divided. And this," Rio showed the note on the paper contained in the blue map. "Master instead wrote the name of the madam at the place of the signature."

Marshal grimaced, brushed off the eel tightly. He's been focusing this past month. Everything is chaotic and now it is actually not said to have improved, despite getting happy news many times. He was confused with his wife's behavior.

"I have to recreate the data or what, sir?"

"Refrive! I'll fix the mistake."

Rio nodded, closed the map and separated it to rework. "Better you rest at home, if you are not healthy. Master's not focused on being here."

"If it's at home, it's not just a job I can't control, but it's the mistress's behavior. You know for yourself how he is now. You want to make my head feel dizzy?" Marshal sat leaning back, massaging his dizzy forehead.

Rio noticed her every move, feeling pity. He can't do anything either. The mistress' pregnancy made everyone feel strange with her every whim and behavior.

The marshal took a seat to look at the phone that had just rang. He immediately shifted the green panel, seeing the incoming call from his wife.

"Why so?"

"I'm at work, honey. Wh why? Do you need anything? You nauseous again? Or why? Tumben called at this hour."

"I just forgot to mention, not another woman's lyrics!"

"Yes, honey, yes." Marshal can only come slowly. Every time she wasn't home, Viona would have said that.

"Don't do it. Remember!"

"Yes, Honey. I remember."

Then, from across the street no longer heard his wife's voice. Marshal to keep the phone away for a moment from the ear, see the screen make sure if the call has not been interrupted. And it's still connected.

"Darling? What are you doing?" She was afraid that Viona left a message because she had to go to the bathroom due to nausea. "Darling?"

"I'm here, Chal."

"What meda? Why just shut up?"

Viona was silent again. Marshal had to check the phone again, making sure the call was still going on.

"Can you go home now?"

"Hm? Why why anyway? You need anything? Why do I have to go home? It's still morning, honey."

"You go home, yeah. I want you at home."

"You're asking me to be with you?"

"No. I don't want you to work."

Marshal heard his wife's words. "If I don't work, then what is all this business? Who's gonna work it out? My company must be abandoned, dear." The marshal was surprised to hear a sobbing sound from across there. He panicked and worried about his wife.

"I don't want you to meet another woman, Chal!"

Again, Marshal was shocked to hear it. Viona was crying just because of that? "Darling ...."

"Go home now!"

There is no objection, other than to obey. Marshal doesn't want his wife to cry again. He'll be home soon so Viona doesn't accuse him of being a no-no.

But, when he got home, Marshal could only stay outside the room. Viona kicked him out, not allowing in because she hated seeing his face. Viona also felt nauseous again seeing her presence which Viona said, looking very handsome with a thin smile when she just came.

Hhh! Why his wife, actually? Marshal dizzy himself facing it. Viona asked him to come home and now he's banished.

What does the madam really want? He only tortured Marshal, toying with him and making Marshal almost die of patience.

"Patience, Master!"

Marshal glanced at Rio with a parched face. He nodded, indeed he should be able to be patient with his wife.

"Darling, I'm back at the office again, huh? You don't want to see me here, do you? I'd better get to work" said Marshal, leaning against his slightly open door.

Marshal let out a rough breath, looking grim. His fate is sad. He glanced at Rio who was concerned. "It's okay, Yo. I'm doing fine. She's my wife. The madam was pregnant with my child," Marshal said, always reminded of the encouraging line Rio said to her, when such a thing arrived.

Marshal knocked on the door of the room, there was no sound from inside. He bends his head to look into the room, and Viona is holding a glass, sitting on the edge of the bed. Their views meet. Marshal gulped to the point of seeing his wife's unusual gaze.

"I went to the office again, huh?"

"Change clothes then! I can just go again."

Marshal's eyebrows shot up, not understanding what else his wife wanted.

"You look shitty like that. I even hate it more. The body looks right on your body. There change!"

Marshal's jaw dropped instantly. He gawked at his wife who looked like she did not feel troubled by what she said just now.

Yes, Lord .. forgive me!

***

"What is your relationship, Viona? Do you still like nausea?" rahma asked Viona, who was sitting next to her bed.

"Well, it's getting worse, Ma," said the marshal, shaking slowly.

"I mean worse? What's your condition, Viona? You rarely eat, right? Why is it getting worse?" Rahma held Viona's hand, looking very anxious. "Don't forget to eat! You are now two-bodied. Mama's grandchildren need nutrition, too."

"Yes, Ma." Viona smiled sweetly at her in-laws who were increasingly looking better.

At lunchtime, Viona asks to visit Rahma to the hospital. Marshal just obeyed his will, did not talk much, even away from his wife.

He was in the car while on the way to the hospital, Marshal even sat in the front seat, next to Rio and Viona in the back alone. Viona asked, but Marshal only said, if he didn't want to make Viona sick and put her down halfway.

Embarrassing. Marshal won't provoke Viona's disgust towards him. Although sometimes the nature of Viona softens and looks ordinary, but Marshal still just in case. Viona's feelings were easily changed at any time. Like a bomb that's going to explode without knowing the timing. It's hideous!

Right now, the Marshal was silent, leaning against the wall behind Viona in a standing position. Both hands he put in his pocket, watching his wife feeding Rahma lunch.

Atma looks very happy to be visited by them, especially her daughter-in-law who is now pregnant with her granddaughter. Favorite granddaughter, along with Zean. Rahma could not wait for her granddaughter's presence. The marshal just turned the eyeballs hearing that. He also can't wait, but－ come on .. His wife is only one month pregnant.

"Chal."

"Yes, Honey?" Marshal stepped forward, bowing to align the body with Viona who was sitting.

"You can go back to work. I want to be here with my mom."

Marshal was silent, did not intend to leave at all and instead straightened his body again. "I'll keep you here, honey."

"But you said a lot of work in the office. You can go."

"No, Honey. I'll stay here."

"Yes, it's ...." Viona fell silent, returning to feed her in-laws. "But don't go near, yeah! I don't want to be near you."

Reflex, Marshal retreated and started to step away. Rahma looked at him. The marshal didn't care about it, all he had to do was move away so Viona wouldn't react anymore.

"What are you doing here, Chal. Just looking at Viona, unable to get close or anything that could look like a human. True said Viona, mending you back to work rather than just being obedient here," joked Rahma, giggling amusedly at the expression of her son as he retreated in order.

"Yes, Chal. Go to the office again."

"I'll be here, honey. Or do you want me to wash my eyes outside? I'm ak－"

Viona's eyes glowed furiously. Marshal immediately silenced, did not want to disturb the calm of the lioness. Better to shut up for now. Not moving, not making a sound and just silently watching those who talk about the woman and Viona's pregnancy.

True said Rahma, Marshal was there only to be obedient. For a long time he was tired of also paying attention to those who looked unconcerned by his presence. Marshal looks at the watch on the wrist, already showing two o'clock. If he comes back to work, it will feel tiring in such hours and responsibilities, because there will not be much work that he can do. The afternoon rush and the hours of the employee's commute will arrive, then he returns home. Too short.

So Marshal prefers to contact Rio, asking him to go to Vishnu's house, seeing his father's circumstances. Vishnu must be on a break at the moment. At least Marshal has friends to talk to and can ask a lot of questions with his father. He also needs a new lesson from Vishnu. His father was very experienced in many fields. Marshal can use as a teacher for his future steps. Including in household matters.

"Honey. I'm leaving, yeah. I want to see papa. I'll be here again, pick you up."

Viona just nodded and let her husband go, after saying goodbye to Rahma as well.

"Get's a look, honey!" asserted Viona, when Marshal will hold the door handle, already intend to exit the room.

Marshal flipped over for a moment, smiling. His hands were raised with respect. "Ready, Mistress! I won't be naughty. Just relax." He laughed and walked straight out of the room, looking at Viona's ferocious expression looking at her handsome smile.

Bizarrely. After getting pregnant, why does Viona hate her handsome face?