Because of the compulsion

Like Mom or Dad?

Hopefully not nauseous.

Hopefully not nauseous.

Hopefully not nauseous.

Marshal continued to pray in his heart, hoping that the turmoil in his wife's stomach could be controlled, at least as long as this sweet activity lasted.

"Chal, why are you so handsome, anyway?"

The marshal was anxious, when Viona rubbed her jaw, still in a sling down the stairs. His wife is spoiled, but Marshal likes it. It's better to be like that than Viona kicking him out.

"How many eyes like to see your face?"

Viona's hand was still rubbing softly on her jaw. Marshal sighed and strengthened the prayer that Viona did not act, after understanding her good looks. It usually will be like that. Viona will be nauseous and even immediately run to the bathroom because it is not strong to see the face of her husband who does have aesthetic advantages.

"You keep quiet. I'm heavy, aren't I?"

Marshal shook his head, wrapping Viona's hand around her neck so as not to give any more strokes that even made her anxious. "Don't move much! I'm not focused and you fall. Poor the Dedek, dear."

Miraculously, Viona laughed instead, giving a kiss on the neck of the Marshal. "Si Dedek likes it when you're moody, Chal. The expression is funny."

Marshal nodded, immediately silenced. It could be the reason Viona always makes her tired and irritated at the same time. Reasoned the Dedek, even though his mother who issued a sentence and an annoying reaction.

"Chal, am I heavy?"

"No, Honey."

"I'm going down. Pity you if you keep carrying me. Weight. The Dedek can't bear to see you're out of reach."

Marshal's just a yes, take down Viona. His wife asked to be taken down, indeed they had arrived at the dining room. Back, Viona reasoned by bringing the Dedek. Marshal began to feel sorry for his son. All as if the desire of the Dedek, even though his mother who issued every strange behavior.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Emm ...," Viona held her chin, looking the other way. It seems that she is thinking of troubling her husband again. "willing .. I think your cooking is delicious, dear." His face was radiant, displaying puppy eyes while blinking comically.

"What expression is this? The Dedek who really wants papa to cook or mama who wants to be cooked?"

"Both." Viona gave a wide grin.

Marshal laughed, pinching the tip of Viona's nose until his wife pursed her lips funny.

"Shortly, yes, Dedek. Papa Masakin' food for you." Marshal looked down, rubbing Viona's stomach. Her face looked up as Viona laughed amusedly, stopping her hand to give a swipe. "Why?"

"Geli, Chal, uh! Your hands make my stomach feel stirred with feathers kemoceng."

"O, huh?" Marshal even deliberately did not want to stop the swab. He looked at his wife's radiant expression, his feelings warming up. This is what he wanted. Crisp laughter without burden and also forget the nausea due to its presence.

"Shut up here! I'm gonna cook. You want me to cook what?"

"anything. The important is tasty and－"

"What do you do?" sambar Marshal quickly, his eyebrows up and down, flirting.

Viona laughed again. His head nodded enthusiastically and allowed the Marshal to begin carrying out his duties.

This time, Marshal again issued his expertise in terms of cuisine. For the sake of Dedek and the Madam. Marshal will bring out his best technique so that Viona is satisfied and of course hopes that his wife will no longer refuse his presence at any time.

The cuisine was ready, the Marshal brought her one by one before Viona. It takes up to an hour to make all the dishes, even if only two types of food. But, at least Viona would be happy. One is fruitful and one is not. Everything extra Veggie. Viona likes vegetables a lot these days.

"Have you?" Viona smiled widely, welcoming the dish that had been smelling since, tempting the smell to immediately taste it. "It's delicious, right? Won't make me puke?"

"No, Honey. It's healthy and very good for you."

"Is it because you cook?"

Marshal looks big head by raising his chin, haughty. "Of course" he said, full of confidence.

Viona chuckled, picked up the spoon and began to taste the results of her husband's hand. Viona's first mouthful was let stand in her mouth. He sees Marshal sitting next to him, watching, waiting for Viona's response to her cooking.

Marshal was waiting, his eyebrows were linked when Viona did not come out and instead frowned at the Marshal cuisine she had just tasted.

"Why? Not delicious?" Marshal had been hoping for anxiety, fearing that Viona did not like it or that she had mistakenly put the seasoning during the processing earlier.

"No," Viona frowned deeply. His mouth opened and closed again grimly as if he was about to spit the food out of his mouth. "not as bad as I thought." His smile expanded, as fast as lightning chewed on the food and went back to taking a second mouthful.

Marshal breathed a sigh of relief, having held his breath seeing his wife's response. She was so scared, if Viona didn't like it and spewed it out just like that. But, thankfully, Viona likes it and now even looks greedy by continuing to bribe, making her smile not fade with time.

"Want to?"

Marshal shook his head while smiling. Sitting side-by-side, paying attention to the joy of his wife every put a bribe after mouth. "Run, Honey! Si Dedek must be very happy to be able to eat his papa cuisine. Aye, right?"

"No, really. Ordinary aja. It is precisely the happy, now even his mother."

The marshal could not help but laugh at Viona's teeth clearly in front of him. Viona gave a wide grin, affirming the sentence she had just said. "It turns out my mom is very greedy, yes. I think the Dedek's happy."

"Don't get me wrong, Chal," Viona almost squashed the food out of her mouth. Marshal until glared sharply, not letting Viona talk while eating. But, as if not caring about that gaze, Viona continued her sentence, "mama happy, Dedek will be happy. It all depends on your mood. He's my son. Must be happy if his mother was happy first."

"Yes-yes, it's up to you, honey. Remember, he is my son too. I'm papa. You can't get pregnant without me, right? Your stomach is pregnant, not bloated."

"Yes, Papa. This is Papa's son. He's our son. But, she would definitely look like her mother." Viona's laughter came out, almost choking if the Marshal didn't warn her to shut up. "Don't let this kid look like you, Chal. He should look just like me!"

"He'll look like his papa, honey. Dia－"

"I am pregnant. She must look like her mother!" Viona settled down sharply, not wanting to lose.

However, Marshal even more dared to refute his words and approached with a mocking smile. "Had forgotten who fertilized the egg, Mama? If I hadn't done it, would Dedek have grown up by now?"

"Certainly will grow. I can find another papa to fertilize it."

"Darling!" Marshal gave a sharp look, annoyed at Viona's innocent speech and instead returned scooping food into her mouth. "Just shut up and finish the food! You're better at that, than talking sucks."

"Si Dedek is down to your nature, Chal. It sucks!" Viona slid her tongue towards the Marshal.

Instead of being angry, Marshal displayed a proud smile. "That means Dedek's gonna look like his papa, right?"

Viona stopped the chewing, shut up. Shit, he's talking wrong