Because of the compulsion

The Whiz

Happy Eid al-Adha 10 Dzulhijjah 1442 Hijri, for those who run. May you be healthy and happy always for all of you.😘😘

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Although it's getting creepy, but Marshal's getting used to it. Viona with all things strange, weird and draining patience－indeed has become an everyday food. Marshal will not protest or even give up just like that. All because of Dedek Junior.

Can Marshal claim him as Chal Junior, now? She wanted to do that, but knew, Viona wouldn't like it.

"The food you asked for, have you eaten? Vitamins are taken, right? You're not doing anything heavy, honey? You rest enough and gak－"

"Chal, please ...." Viona let out a long sigh with the phone still in front of the ears. "You told all the inhabitants of the house to warn me. Is that not enough to be an answer?"

"I'm worried, honey. You like reckless. I'm just afraid you and our son are okay."

"Yes-yes, I get it."

"Don't do anything without my knowledge! Remember, you and our son, blah .. blah.. blah... blah ...." The marshal rambled long until Viona got bored and felt her head dizzy.

The connection was severed because the Marshal asked permission to leave for a while. There was a meeting she had to follow and Viona had to end her call in annoyance. Though there was something he wanted to convey, but Marshal seemed to be in a great hurry. It is better that she come to her husband's office without asking permission first. Marshal will not be angry. More precisely, it would not be able to get angry, even though it must have been a long nag at first, again.

Viona is escorted by her personal driver to her husband's office. He brought lunch for Marshal, deliberately delivering it himself because Viona is saturated lately. Apart from the Marshal who forbids many things to do, he also does not have any activities at home. Just sit on foot while watching television accompanied by healthy and fresh snacks.

"The chal!" Viona pecked at the doorstep of her husband's office. The person he summoned instead jumped in shock from the chair and immediately stood up, shocked to see his presence. "She said it was a meeting, why are both women?"

Marshal hurried over to his wife, not caring about the financial staff who now looked down at the presence of the big madam, standing beside him while giving an explanation. "You're here why didn't you say? You－"

"You lied? He said he wanted a meeting." Viona's face looked very angry. He even kept the bag of lunch with the origin on the sofa, still glancing cynically at the woman standing beside the Marshal's workbench while looking down. "But you're the same as him. What does this mean?"

Marshal needs to remind again, if Viona's jealousy level has passed the final stage. Even Marshal was once envied while walking with his client who was already in his sixties.

"We're discussing finances for a new project, honey. Don't think about it anywhere!"

"So he said he wanted a meeting. Not on this issue, Marshal!"

"The map has broken up. Just now, honey." Marshal looked afraid of mispronunciation, glancing at the financial staff who were still standing in fear beside his desk. Rumors about the mistress who is often jealous are no longer a secret. Everyone knows and always anticipates it so that Marshal does not get angry and wrong close to people. "Anisa came here, after the meeting, we talked about the finances of the project out of town. It'sit's nothing. Isn't that right, Nisa?"

"Oh." Viona watched for a moment the financial staff named Anisa, then switched and sat on the sofa still looking less friendly.

The marshal exhaled a rough breath, scooped up his face and immediately hinted Anisa to rush out of his room. "We'll talk about it another time. You can discuss this with other departments. Meet me later if the results are round."

"B-well, Sir. Excuse me." The woman retreated to bring some maps from the Marshal's desk, then left and did not hear her return.

Now Marshal faces a mistress who looks reluctant to glance at him. "I can pick you up if you want to come here. Why all of a sudden, honey? What if I have business outside the office? I don't want to be tired."

Viona throttled, propping up her chin with one hand. Her seat slanted in the other direction so as not to face her husband directly. "I'm just eating lunch, you don't seem to like it," he muttered with emphasis, making Marshal feel like dying instantly.

Marshal is getting closer to Viona. His outstretched hand touched his wife's belly which already looked round like a ball, he gave a gentle swipe there. "Mama don't be mad, dong. Kasian Dedek is uncomfortable."

Viona lowered her head, rubbing her stomach as multiple kicks occurred from inside. The hero must have felt what his mother felt now. If he was angry for too long at the Marshal, it would indeed affect their child. "Sorry mom, yeah. Mama's sister's husband, sweetie."

"Father," errata Marshal. Viona had always been unwilling to mention that to him. He thought he made the boy alone, so that Marshal should not be claimed as his father.

"Yes, Papa." Viona repeated it with great emphasis, looking at the Marshal reluctantly. She lowered her head again, still rubbing her stomach along with a subtle swipe from her husband's hand. "You can't be like papa, yeah, kid. Mama fed up. He sucks!"

"Darling ...." Marshal looked very sad to hear Viona's words. He was also annoyed that Viona had already said that. Their children are male. Two months ago they found out, when the monthly checkup arrived. And how happy Marshal was, because their first child was a hero.

Knowing that, instead Viona acted more and more out of fear that her son was similar to Marshal, instead of her who contained him. Of course, the strangeness also ends with Viona who is getting more and more jealous, even always come wherever Marshal goes, for fear that her husband is tempted by other women.

Though not supervised like that, Marshal will never glance at other women excessively, other than his wife. But, Viona still did not believe it. Not infrequently she also accompanied Marshal to work in the office just to make sure her husband was within his limits.

"You brought lunch, again?"

"Yes. Wh why? Don't like it?"

The marshal instantly fell silent because Viona's answer was very sewed. His wife stared cynically with her hands still rubbing her stomach gently. The Dedek continued to kick, showing his unwilling existence to be ignored between the two of them. And Marshal was quite happy to know that. Because now he has a new habit that makes him happy and forgets tired quickly. Like rubbing his wife's stomach or just invite his son to talk lightly. Sometimes also Marshal gave stock and company lessons so that later, when his son has grown he can already take care of his father's work.

Isn't that overkill? It turns out that Marshal and Viona make no difference. Equally strange and exaggerated due to the presence of their first child.