Because of the compulsion

Madam and Mr

Vishnu's situation is getting better. Marshal was happy to see his father checking a financial statement from his company. Vishnu looked serious, sitting in the chair until he did not realize, if Marshal had been standing there since.

Marshal stepped forward and greeted his father. Vishnu looked up and smiled warmly, closing while the work he was checking.

"Papa is better. Already eaten? Have you taken medication?"

Vishnu chuckled at the words of his son. "You're like Viona" he pointed at the laughing Marshal. "Viona where to? You came alone?"

"He's in the hospital. Take care of mama."

The head of Vishnu nodded in understanding. He kept the file containing his report to the side of the table and focused on the Marshal who was now sitting on the sofa in his room. Marshal had to stand up again, approaching the ascending Vishnu and intending to sit on the sofa with him as well.

Marshal asked him to walk. Vishnu has not healed completely, still can not go well. Marshal was afraid his father would fall.

"How's Viona doing? How many times has he kicked you out today, Chal?"

Marshal grunting. Not giving an answer, Vishnu had laughed at his expression. It was obvious what Viona was doing to her husband. Vishnu must be satisfied, because Marshal hated by his own wife.

"It's okay. That's just natural to happen. The important thing is, she's not asking for a divorce anymore, is she." Vishnu chuckled again.

Also true. Marshal should be grateful for that. Viona just kicked him out, not to the point of expelling his name from their marriage certificate. "But I still have to be far apart, Pa. He doesn't want to be around."

"Still reasonable. Already, don't think too much. What matters is that she's still your wife."

Marshal just mendelik, do not like the words of Vishnu. His father always talked about it. A Marshal is like an undead who has no one left. Even his face looks pitiful.

"Papa know, such a change in nature is natural to occur in pregnant women. Papa has experience. I have accompanied my mother three times in such a time. Pregnant women are sometimes annoying with all the traits and desires," said Vishnu, attracting Marshal to listen to more stories about his experience.

Marshal straightened up, ready to open his ears and took many lessons from every story his father would tell him. At least add insight Marshal so as not to be too surprised by all the behavior and behavior of his wife. He has a lot to learn from experienced people.

As a beginner, Marshal should know a lot. Not just talking to Rio who has absolutely no experience in dealing with his wife while pregnant. Applying just yet, how could Rio experience in such a matter. And stupidly again, why does Marshal always consult with him?

"Papa was asked to jog in public when you were pregnant with the first child first," Vishnu started the story, then covered his face with one hand. His head shook with a laugh, amused himself to recall his memories long ago. "in front of many people while visiting a lantern festival in the city park," he continued, laughing even louder.

Marshal also laughed, not strong enough to imagine an authoritative figure and always look dashing in front of him, but jogged in front of the public. It must look very silly.

"Papa used to not want to, but mama maksa and reasoned because of the wishes of our children. Want to not follow papa, before your mama cry first."

They both laughed, imagining it happening again. What if Viona asks Marshal the same thing? Will Marshal obey him? Nah! It must be a great shame. Fade away and the leader's soul is within him.

"A lot of strange things that do not make sense can pregnant women do. They can ask at any time without knowing with logic. It's all happening, Chal. Many have experienced it. So, no matter how weird Viona's current behavior is with you. That's just natural to happen. Pregnant women will indeed be as thick as that with the pregnancy hormones."

There was still laughter left, Marshal listened to every word his father said. Occasionally their laughter also broke, when Vishnu told some silly stories that he faced during Rahma pregnant their children.

It turns out that dealing with pregnant women is difficult. Not only did the hormones that changed his mood fluctuate all the time, but also his sometimes disdainful thoughts were not on reasonable logic. All of that could have happened. Marshal should be prepared from now on so as not to be surprised, when that time comes.

***

"What do you want, honey?"

"You Chicken Noodle. But, extra Veggie," Viona repeated, to the Marshal now standing in front of her. "Can, right?"

"Of course you can." Marshal almost smiled, if he did not realize his smile would bring great calamity. "Veggie's extra chicken noodles will be in session soon, ma'am. Please wait a minute, yeah."

Viona laughs at her husband who plays the role as if he is a waiter of a restaurant. With a flat, contrived face, Marshal nodded his head at him and took out a cell phone. Then, he went to the balcony of the room to contact someone who could bring his wife's order.

Viona did not want to be left out this time. Tumben once, thought Marshal. He can be close to his wife, although he must still put on a flat face, as much as possible refrain from smiling. Viona hates to see her smile, because it looks handsome, he said. Bizarrely.

Then, does Marshal have to have plastic surgery so that his face does not look handsome in Viona's eyes? Not likely. Marshal always grateful for the shape of his face that has been since birth handsome and charming. The aura of his face had its own charm. Where maybe he should change his appearance to ugly, just because his wife does not like his good looks in the current pregnancy.

Viona nodded cutely, taking the television remote. He watched the western series, sitting on the bed with a roll in the arms.

"May I sit here?"

Viona turned to him, nodding her head. Very sorry for her husband. Marshal always hesitated when he was close to him. If he was going to do anything he would ask Viona for permission first, fearing that his wife would not allow him or even throw him away.

Marshal glanced at Viona in shock, as his wife instead approached and leaned her head on his shoulder. Marshal's hand was moved to embrace his wife's body and it turned out that Viona did not refuse and instead became more comfortable with him.

They enjoy the series comfortably while waiting for Viona's order to arrive. Glancing to the side, Marshal was hopeful in dismay. Hopefully Viona does not bring up a sudden nausea. He did not want their warm and comfortable moments to be disturbed again because of the turmoil in his wife's stomach.

The marshal gives a kiss on the head, making Viona look up to him. Marshal wanted to smile and give another kiss, but he was aware of what would happen next, if he did that. He just put on a flat face, winking a few times as his gaze with Viona met.

Viona snorted, distancing her body immediately making Marshal frown at her.

"Why, Honey? Not comfortable?"

"Not." Viona turned her face to the side, looking nauseous, but she covered it with a palm. "I don't like seeing your face. It looks annoying and I'll be nauseous."

Murky marshal. Though he did not smile or even show an aura of good looks towards Viona, but his wife still behaved like that. Having just felt comfortable, romantic and warm, Viona has relapsed again. It even became a pain for the master.

Marshal grew sadder as Viona got out of bed, not looking at him in the slightest. She was afraid that Viona would run to the bathroom, but instead opened the door and walked out of the room. Marshal follows her at a distance, not wanting Viona to be angry or unwilling to see her at close range. She followed Viona until she went to the dining room. His wife sat there and called the house worker.

Marshal was still watching him from behind. Viona asks to make avocado juice to her workers and she goes back to silence, sitting in the dining room alone. Marshal knew, Viona must have noticed his presence. Marshal was also convinced, Viona deliberately did not glance at him because she would end up nauseous.

"Chef Reynand sent this, his Chicken Noodles order, sir. On request." Another worker approached Marshal, giving him a black bag containing food inside.

Marshal accepted it and thanked him. He drew closer to Viona, forgetting that his wife was nauseous and unwilling to see her face at this moment. Marshal passed Viona who was waiting for her order juice to be completed. He looked at the Marshal who showed him the pouch and went to the kitchen to move the food.

"This is Chicken Noodle, honey. Please eat!"

Viona laughs to see her approaching husband carrying a bowl of food with his wishes a moment ago. Which made Viona laugh out, as the Marshal gave the bowl while looking towards the side, not daring to make a face with it.

After properly storing the bowl in front of Viona, both Marshal's hands were raised and tightly covered their faces. "Eat immediately! It's still warm."

Viona looked up at her husband's behavior. Marshal wouldn't show her face until it was like that.

"Mending you find a helmet, keep wearing it. I'm sure, if you wear it all the time, I won't be sick anymore." Viona was still laughing looking at her husband who was standing while covering his face. "You're funny, Chal. Thanks, yeah."

Marshal's fingers stretched out to peek at his wife's face. He nodded at Viona and again closed his face tightly.

"I eat first, yeah. You want to not?"

Marshal actually wanted to nod. He had missed eating one container with his wife, then bribes. That moment was deeply imprinted in his mind. Marshal wants to repeat it now. But, he's conscious. He was afraid that Viona would get nauseous when she ate later, if she ate his wife's chicken noodles.

"I'm full, honey. You eat by yourself."

"Jude." Viona picked up the spoon and started tasting the gravy she had been craving since. Her smile expanded, her chicken noodle taste very good on the tongue. He scoops the chicken noodle soup and is thrust at the Marshal. Viona held the Marshal's hand, pulling him to open. "Try tastings! It's really good, you know, Chal."

Doubtful Marshal opened his palm and did what his wife had entrusted. His lips reflexively attracted because of the pleasure of greeting his mouth. "Yes, honey, good."

"Yes, it's delicious." Viona's face changed again. Looks less like it and keeps the spoon hard enough about the bowl. "But ordinary dong, his expression. Don't be so handsome."

Marshal was stunned, instantly awakened. It was hard to remove the aura of good looks in front of Viona. He's been handsome since birth, how do you get Viona to look at him like a commoner? Does she have to put oil in her face so Viona doesn't notice her good looks?

No way!