Because of the compulsion

Don't Want Your Child to Look Like a Marshal

"Say, if you like to hate to nausea see the husband, then the child will look like, you know, Viona. And on average, the aunt knows it, yes. Emang at that, anyway. You said you hate Marshal, right? That means, later his son will look just like him."

Viona and Marshal responded with different facial features. Marshal put on a wide, hopeful smile and definitely glanced at Viona with a tap. Elli's aunt's words were bad for Viona. He got grim as a result and immediately climbed into the Marshal's room, after Elli's aunt and other relatives came home. Because the four-monthly event is over.

Viona was arrogant and felt trampled by the words of those who said similar things as Aunt Elli said earlier. Viona who conceives and gives birth, her child should not be similar to Marshal, should be similar to her. But, all the words of the relatives instead referred to it, making Viona want to shout loudly. She is sometimes fed up of seeing her husband, but it is not necessarily true that it will happen.

Just a myth. Yes, only myths are believed by some people around him. Viona tried to entertain herself.

"Darling ...."

He immediately threw his face in the other direction, when the Marshal went into the room. Everyone must have finished and stayed resting because it was late in the afternoon. Everyone must have disbanded. Viona left before it was all over. He's been busted first.

"You haven't had lunch since noon."

Viona didn't bully him, preferring to stay still, sitting on the edge of the bed. Marshal sat next to her, reaching for Viona's hand, probably feeling something different. Viona hates the pregnancy hormones that make her feel more sensitive these days. He was also often upset and fed up with being close to the Marshal. All of those unclear changes happened after she conceived the Marshal's child. It's really very troublesome actually.

"Eat first, huh? Your mama nanyain is downstairs. I said you're resting."

Still unwilling to open her voice, Viona pulled her hand from her husband's grasp. He glanced for a moment at the Marshal, flat. Her husband raised an eyebrow looking confused by his attitude which this time has changed again.

"Did I make another mistake? Oh, or ...." Marshal rubbed his own face, afraid that because he looked handsome, Viona would be fed up with him. It was only fitting that this time Marshal was so handsome, he had just held an important event and met a lot of people. Maybe his wife looks unsightly because she's upset about it. It seems like Marshal has to buy an ugly mask to disguise his good looks so that Viona no longer hates him.

"Disease me for you!"

Marshal was stunned with sharp rounded eyes, very surprised to hear his wife's words just now. But, Viona did not care and instead stood up, avoiding the Marshal who was still staring at her unblinkingly.

"Darling, I'm handsome has become a gift from God. Don't blame me if－"

"I don't want my son to look like you!"

The Marshal's shock rate is increasing. He immediately stood up, faced off against Viona who looked extremely annoyed. Viona retreated a few steps, as the Marshal was about to grab her. He did not want to be touched and only wanted Marshal to flee from his presence right now.

By rubbing the stomach that began to stick out, Viona felt the skin of the part slightly stiffened. Maybe because he snapped at Marshal with a fairly strong pressure, so his own body felt surprised.

"Why are you suddenly like this, honey? Is it because of Aunt Elli ...."

Viona just stared at her husband. He's feeling nauseous now. Moreover, Viona has not eaten since noon and now it will be night. His stomach feels uncomfortable. Viona rubbed it slowly and immediately flipped over, about to go to the bathroom. However, the Marshal holding his hand seemed to not accept Viona dodging just like that.

"They just talk, honey. Although I do want it to happen, but I can't know for sure either. Don't take heart, yeah. He's our son. You look like me or you look like me, just the same. He's still our son together."

Viona tightened her lips, resisting the urge that wanted to come out from her stomach. Marshal continued to try to persuade her not to be upset again and said, if what Aunt Elli said is not a serious thing to be questioned. But, Viona was already offended and felt it hurt her heart. She's the mother of her child, not wanting her child to be just like Marshal. Viona also took part when they produced it.

"You're angry about this kind of problem. It's okay, honey. The words of others are not necessarily in accordance with reality, if you do not want our children to look like me later."

Viona looked down at the sad and disappointed look in the Marshal's eyes. Her husband must have wished their child could look like her, it was obvious that she was injured because Viona did not want that to happen, it was as if Marshal was another person who had nothing to do with the child he was carrying at the moment.

"I told you to eat too, honey. Is it still nauseous?"

Viona nodded her head weakly. "Little." He resigned when the Marshal carried his body, laid on the bed.

"Shut up here! I'll bring food down."

Viona just kept silent letting the Marshal out of the room in a hurry. She could hear her husband's footsteps starting to drift away, slightly running and shouting calling for his mother.

While waiting for her husband to return, Viona could only lie weakly on the bed while feeling the rest of the nausea and overwhelming fatigue. It was rare for him to be so nauseous like that. He just felt upset and maybe it affected him a little, because the doctor told him not to stress a lot that made his condition uncomfortable.

"Darling ...." Marshal came in carrying a tray of food. Behind her is Rahma who looks very worried, immediately approaching, rubbing her hand and stomach.

"Where's that sick, Viona? Is it still nauseous? Now dizzy? What's your stomach, honey?"

Viona forced her lips to give a smile. She was grateful to have her in-laws who were very attentive to her. Although the Pratama family has returned home, Viona still has the Atma family who love her very much too.

"Ma, Viona wants to eat first. Let me take the bribe."

Rahma smiled, not wanting to get close to her daughter-in-law. The look on the middle-aged woman's face looked extremely anxious, unceasingly asking about Viona's current condition. Even Marshal had to get on the bed and sit next to his wife with food in hand. Because Rahma did not want to shift in the slightest, even blocking him who wanted to feed the wife.

Viona is a bit clumsy when the meal continues to be noticed by Rahma. She can eat on her own, but Marshal insists on bribing her until Viona's food is no longer left. Rahma keeps caring for her and won't leave until Viona looks better with perfect food.

"If the stomach is uncomfortable, you have to say, yes. Let Chal quickly hand you over. Let mama not be too upset like that either."

"Yes, Ma. Sorry, yeah, I took a shot of it."

Rahma smiled motherly instead, rubbing Viona's hand on her stomach was giving a subtle swipe. "So she's fine! Grandchildren must be healthy and if there is something, do not be late handled. You should not eat late anymore. Let's keep the baby safe in there."

Viona smiled warmly, nodding her head and letting her mother-in-law out of their room. Now Marshal glanced at him illegible. Viona had just finished with her meal, but the Marshal just fell silent making Viona feel both astonished and confused.

"You hate me or just sick of being close, honey? Why do you want to be nauseous again?"

Viona also did not know the exact reason. He instead felt sorry to see Marshal who was just silent, after seeing him who vomited again today. They thought Viona's nausea only persisted during the first trimester, but it still continued, although the intensity was rare.

"Chal."

"Hm? Why, Honey? You don't want our son to look like his father, do you? Was that the reason you threw up again? You hate me so much, honey." Marshal's face was grim, not knowing why. Now her husband, Viona, doesn't understand anymore. "But I don't really expect our son to look like his papa. It's even better to look like you, honey. If she was a girl, she would be beautiful like her mother. But, I also want to have a child similar to his father."

Say Marshal is like a child now. She sulked, after Viona first did just that.

"If you don't want him to look like his papa," Marshal rubbed Viona's stomach. "later I can make it again, which looks like you. Wants, right? We'll do another one, if necessary as soon as Dedek is born."

Viona glared sharply. Which now contains not even nine months and Marshal already planning a second child? Is that not going to kill Viona later?