Because of the compulsion

Dedek

Today, Rahma was allowed to go home. Viona accompanies him to get home, making sure his mother-in-law can rest well.

"Dear."

Looking back, Marshal emerged from the doorway of Rahma's room. He walked in and walked towards Viona, embracing her and smiling warmly. Viona squinted instead, as if the attitude of Marshal was very strange in her eyes.

"Mom rest, yeah. Don't go anywhere! Let it recover quickly" said Marshal, to Rahma who nodded obediently, lying on the bed.

"You're here, aren't you?"

Marshal glanced at his wife, Viona seemed to want to stay the night. He smiled in response to his mother's words.

"You're mending a break too, Viona. Thank you, you always take care of Mama."

"Yes, Ma. You welcome. Mama rest, yeah. I'm out first."

Rahma gave a nod, inviting Viona to leave. Marshal's wife seemed to frown because the smell of Marshal's body felt piercing his sense of smell. She would end up nauseous again, if only not immediately distancing herself from her husband. Fortunately Marshal did not comment, instantly coming to his senses when his wife covered her mouth and nose with one hand.

When are they like that? Marshal can never linger near his wife, always hindered by nausea that comes not knowing the time.

"The chal!" Viona screamed a little far from her husband. He was about to enter the room, looking back for a moment. Her husband simply fell silent, waiting for Viona to enter the room first. "I'm hungry." Viona rubbed her stomach, hinting at the Marshal to understand.

The marshal approached slowly, his gaze fixed, making sure Viona would not reject his existence. "What do you want to eat? Eating in the room or downstairs?"

Viona actually retreated again making Marshal sigh. What should she do so that her presence does not make Viona nauseous again.

"Eater out to eat. But, I don't want to go with you."

Who would go with who? The marshal couldn't allow it, he gave it a smooth coil. "Eat at home. I'll get it. What do you want to eat?"

His wife cut him down, looking annoyed. "Uda's not hungry."

Marshal was silent, restrained from seeing his wife who had instead entered the room. She contacted Rio immediately and asked him to deliver Viona a meal outside. Going to her sister's room asking to accompany Viona, it turns out Michelle is not there. If so, who should Viona go with? No one accompanied him and the Marshal also did not want his presence.

"Dear." Marshal went into the room, Viona just sat on the bed, playing her phone with a bent face. "You want to eat out, right? Rio was waiting. Get ready!"

"I'm not hungry." Viona had no intention of glancing at her husband at all and was instead busy looking at a phone that only featured a few other people's posts.

"You can go with Rio. I'm not going with you."

"I told you, I'm not hungry!" Viona looked at her husband, staring fiercely.

Marshal was stunned, opening his eyes nervously.

"I wanted it. You don't know," muttered Viona, looking back at her phone screen. "There go! You stink!"

Marshal scowled to see Viona close her nose. It's worse now. Usually the handsome face of Marshal will be a problem, but in recent days it is precisely the aroma of his body that is always in question. Though Marshal has changed the scent of perfume, but still Viona does not like. Once Marshal wore his wife's perfume. Sprayed onto the body only to test Viona's olfactory and it turns out to be still. Viona doesn't like the smell of her body, not the perfume she uses.

"Go, Chal! My son doesn't want to smell you!"

Getting worse. Marshal can't do anything else, if it's about his son. Better he get out now or Viona will throw him a pillow and end up with a long scolding.

"The lady's ready, sir?" Rio was already in front of the room as it turned out.

Rio followed the steps of Marshal to go downstairs. Many questions Rio wanted to ask, but he stopped seeing the Marshal who continued to be grim. Every day it gets more grim. His wife must be getting worse.

"Later, if my son is born, you must take care of him, Yo! He must have an unexpected nature, you must understand that. Look at her mother now! After pregnancy, there are behaviors that sometimes make me irritated and tired simultaneously."

Don't say it, just be quiet and listen to every word Marshal that contains complaints. Rio followed his steps into the kitchen, taking a cold drink from the refrigerator. Marshal took two and one was given to Rio.

"Mistress' emotions go up and down after pregnancy. His level of jealousy was also hwaaaaah .. I was not completely sure why my wife was so jealous. Until I go to work I can't look good. Must be a mess so no woman can look."

Rio chuckled at hearing that. She's always been a witness to the madness of the mistress' hormonal. One day Marshal and Viona had a big fight in the morning, because Marshal should not wear formal clothes. Viona wants her husband to wear only shorts and t-shirts to go to the office. Marshal denied it. He would meet with the company officials, it was impossible to look like an unemployed person.

But, Viona with her magical hormonal hold continued to resist and instead ended up with a cry and mockery that came out of her mouth. Finally, that day the marshal did not go to the office. All her agenda she canceled and preferred to calm down in her study. He looked irritated, but remained patient with it. All because Viona is pregnant with her child, of course. What else could be a Marshal booster to stay sane.

"Yo, can't I give up on my son? Her mother was like that. Approached just don't want to linger. I'm afraid, my son will be born, it's the boy who doesn't want to be close to his father."

"No way, sir. Only this time. Where it might have gotten like that." Rio laughed seeing that face was grimly laden with worry. "The son of the Master must be a great son later. Seeing how great the mistress's behavior is, I'm sure her son will be even better later."

"Yes, it looks like it will be like that. Not born alone has tortured his father, what else if it's born." Marshal laughed imagining how his son would be. Is it down from her father's nature or Viona's nature?

***

"Eat, Honey! From the morning you haven't eaten yet" persuaded Marshal, drawing near to his wife who was still engrossed in watching the movie.

"Don't come near, Chal!"

Then, the Marshal retreated again and slightly away. Noticing the smiling Viona looking at the television screen, it slightly made it better. But, Marshal recalled again with his goal of coming to the room. Viona hasn't eaten since this morning. Though he looks very tired to look after Rahma and forget about himself.

"Darling, eat first! Watch it again."

"Yes-yes, wait. Dedek was fun again. I want to watch this before it's over."

Dedek is a nickname for their son. Viona had always called it that way, instead of the Marshal who liked to call it Chal Junior. Viona disagrees with the call, as she feels she is only winning at her husband. She's carrying their child, it's fair. Be "the grandpa" is his favorite calling, even if the child is still in the womb.

"Pity of the grandpa, honey. She must be hungry. Since morning, you have only eaten snacks. Come on, now eat right!"

Viona glanced at the Marshal, smiling. His hands rubbed his stomach gently. "But, bribed with his father, may? The grandpa wanted to be bribed, Chal," he said, putting on as bright a face as possible.

Marshal chuckled at hearing it. Seeing Viona's behavior like that, he was sure, his wife was in good shape, would not throw him out suddenly.

"Yes, come on, let's eat! Poor old man was hungry, turned out to be his mother as a weapon." The Marshal's hand stretched out, reaching for Viona who immediately throbbed.

"Si's the one who wants to, Chal."

"Yes-yes, the grandpa. Even if Mama wants to be sure papa takamin, really." Marshal laughed amusedly seeing Viona pouting. His wife looked very cute with such an expression. It felt like he was eager to kiss Viona's lips that were starting to get a little manyuning forward due to sulking.

"Come, Mama! He said he wanted to eat at papa's bribe."

Despite looking upset, Viona still received a helping hand from the Marshal. He got up, stretched out his hand.

The marshal raised an eyebrow not understanding, seeing Viona's hand and her face alternating. "What does this mean? Does the grandpa want to be carried?"

Viona's pushing wide. "No. This is the mother who wants to be carried."