Because of the compulsion

Viona Must Be Cravings

"What else do you want, honey?"

"So I asked for anything?"

"Additional Veggie Chicken noodles, Fruit soup don't be too sweet," Marshal began to mention Viona's desire, "Chocolate pudding should be exactly the same as mama's recipe, avocado juice don't get a lot of ice, seafood fried rice, original corn chips, Macha-flavored pastries, chocolate-flavored steamed sponge and blueberry jam toast."

Viona laughed softly. "It seems like a lot, yes. Are you okay with all that?"

Marshal smiled confidently while patting his chest. "For you and my son. So, what else do you want?"

"That's a lot, you know, Chal." Viona felt bad for her husband. Marshal asked him to say what he wanted right now. Be, every thing that comes to mind, everything Viona mentioned. Actually he's not craving anything right now. But, Marshal still insisted for Viona to ask for something, not to ignore what she wanted. Everything must be done and the Marshal will grant it all.

Every pregnant woman is considered to crave when she wants something. However, what Viona felt was not like that. He was self-conscious, when something food crossed his head, he must have wanted it. He wants to, not always bring his son. It could be just the desire of the mother, but people like to interpret it as cravings for the effects of the fetus that is being contained.

"What else do you want, hm?" Marshal's hand restrained on the right and left side of Viona's body, standing half-down looking at her wife's face which always looked very pretty. "What are you thinking?"

Viona sat on the edge of the bed, slightly looking up to return the warm gaze of Marshal. "I ... think of you again." He gave a smile, Marshal gawked as if something was wrong with his words.

Viona's body retreated backwards, as the Marshal gave a kiss on her lips. He pretended to frown, but he really liked the kiss that Marshal gave, even wanted to get it again, again and again.

"I'm asking you what you want again, honey. Don't move on to anything else. I have to fast a lot. You're pregnant."

"No, really, yeah? The doctor said yes. The origin is still within reasonable limits and does no harm."

Marshal laughed looking at his wife who gave a wide grin. "Have missed my touch?" Ironically, Viona nodded quickly. Marshal's laughter grew even louder until the corners of his eyes were slightly watery. "Not now, yeah. Later."

Viona smiled widely, looking like a woman who was rarely touched. For some reason, she misses her husband's touch. Desperate and even unwilling Marshal is far away from him. He willingly straddles all night, provided the Marshal doesn't go far and meet other women. Marshal can only look at one. Viona would never let her husband's eyes look in the wrong direction.

"What else do you want, hm? What do you want?" Marshal asked. There was so much food that Viona mentioned. "Typically, pregnant women want a lot, you know, honey."

Viona was silent, not feeling that what Marshal said was happening to her as well. She ate normally and never demanded much from her husband.

"Related, don't want anything else?" Seeing his wife nod, Marshal straightened his body. "Well, I'll get you all the food you want. Seriously, don't want anything else, honey? Spicy food or sour fruit, for example?"

"No. That's enough, Chal."

"okay." Marshal smiled sweetly, moving towards the dressing room which instantly made Viona's eyes glare sharply at him in a dislike tone. Marshal turned his body again, his wife looks very fierce.

"Not change clothes! That's how it is!"

Marshal forgot, his wife doesn't like him looking handsome. Do not be stylish, if you do not want the mistress to be inflamed because of her appearance. "But, a time like this, honey? I'll go to many places, meet Chef Rizwan at the hotel. I－"

"Ghenge intentions?!" Viona ended up inflamed as well.

"No, Honey." Marshal relented, not changing clothes. "Well, I'm not going to change clothes. Just like this." Knee-length shorts, plain white T-shirts and. He had even just woken up to take a nap a moment ago.

"Where else?!"

"I'm gonna wash my face, honey. Let it look a little fresh." Marshal standing in front of the bathroom, his wife was getting high blood. "Can't I wash my face?" And sure enough, Viona gave a firm, flicking index finger asking her to come back soon.

"That," Viona pointed down, at the feet of the Marshal. "don't wear nice slippers! Put on flip-flops, that's enough."

The marshal gaped where he stood, looking at his wife's serious feet and face. His shoulders were limp for a moment. Viona was afraid of other women being tempted or wanted to make Marshal become an impromptu rasp?

"Oh, just shut up, okay? Quickly, anyway. You have a hobby of charm."

"I have to what now? Can I argue, honey? You want me to find all the food, can't tell Rio and now you don't allow me to look at－ at least look better. I'll just go with it, honey."

Viona's smile widened, there was no more fierce look there. That's as easy as his mood improves. "Nice, yes, if I'm bridled, I forbid? Not good if you can not resist the desire, can not argue? Not good, is it, Chal? That's what I'm afraid of from the first marriage to you."

Shit!

The marshal instantly silenced, raising his hand in the air. He's capitulating. Viona and her son have raised the flag of victory and Marshal will admit defeat by a landslide.

***

Marshal checked one by one the food he had already obtained. The many pockets he had tote up, were extremely troublesome. No one should be left unturned so that Viona is happy and not angry with him. It could be, Viona was disappointed and later urgency again, if Marshal did not bring according to the order he wanted.

"Do you need help, sir?" Erni came over, looking pity to see her master carrying all his own luggage, except for a box container containing tarts and pudding brought by Rio.

"It's okay. I can bring it to the kitchen myself. You just have to help me get it ready, yeah."

Erni and Rio followed the Marshal keeping all the food on the table. Afterwards, Marshal went upstairs to call his wife and tell her that all the Madam's orders were ready to be served.

"Darling?"

Viona squirms on the bed, the phone still on in her hand. Her habit these days is to play with a cell phone while lying down. He said he always felt weak and easily tired. It is natural for pregnant women.

"The order is all ready. Want to eat now?" Marshal's eyes fiddled when his wife shook her head slowly and returned to look at her phone. "It's all I got, honey. Some can't be left until later, if it's not eaten now."

"I don't want to, Chal. I'm not hungry."

"But, you were the－"

"Who did I make mention of everything in my head? I told you, I just thought about it, not want it! Yes, ah, I want to sleep. You abisin everything! The Dedek asked for."

The marshal slumped as he also saw Viona turn around, turning her back. For hours he searched for a lot of food and Viona .. would not eat it? So why did he buy all that?

"Darling, don't change the cravings. I can't eat all your food."

"I didn't say cravings, dear Marshal. You're the one who made mention of everything that's on my mind, yeah. Don't blame me for that!"

All right, Marshal's wrong this time. He assumed that everything his wife thought was what she wanted. Marshal just wants to be bothered with his wife's cravings, like most husbands out there. Viona is different, never asking much, other than the Marshal's own problems.

Could Viona's cravings be to make her ugly and not handsome all day? Impossible! Marshal has been handsome since birth, where can obey the desire of his wife's pregnant hormones.

Or ... is it true, Viona would be happy if you have a husband who looks like a gem?

Absolutely crazy, if that's what Viona wants!

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Season like this, there are many diseases that will come time-consuming and interfere with some activities. Take care of your health, yes. Healthy is important and healthy is expensive.

If you don't take care of yourself, who cares?

So, keep your health and good luck always. May your sustenance be more abundant.