Because of the compulsion

Viona Falls

"Huh, tired ...." Next to Viona's hand was on the waist which felt sore and heavy. She opened the door of her husband's office, barked inside, then smiled.

Marshal stood up to see Viona enter. He hurried over and led her to immediately sit on the sofa. "Why come here instead of going to bed soon, honey?"

"I'm sleepy, but you're busy working together. I don't want to sleep alone, Chal." Viona thaws funny, sitting on the sofa in an uncomfortable position and breathing still severed. "I'm tired ...."

"Eat him, stay in the room!"

"You must have been in his room a long time, if not taken."

Marshal fell silent immediately, headed towards the work desk and cleaned it up. If it is like that, taking care of the work is useless. What should be her priority right now is only Viona. His wife was sleepy, wanting to be accompanied. Marshal must be ready to take him to dreamland.

"Pengen carried ...." Viona spread her hands up, at the Marshal standing before her. He is spoiled. Can she be spoiled for her husband? Pregnancy that has reached old age always makes it overwhelmed. Viona was even hard to get up from her seat right now.

"Darling, maybe we better move rooms. The room above is too far away, you must be tired here and there."

"Yes, tired. Going up and down the stairs also makes my feet pegel, Chal."

Hearing his wife's complaints every day, Marshal also felt pity. Maybe it was better for them to move to the room downstairs for a while. At least until Viona gives birth. The pity of his wife who bears heavy burdens must go far and full of struggle. The Marshal house is vast, it cannot be passed by just two steps.

"Tomorrow tell Mbak to move my stuff, huh? Let's not go upstairs. I'm tired, Chal."

Marshal nodded obediently, helping his wife to stand up. Viona directly wrapped her hands around the neck of the Marshal while grinning. She kissed her husband's jaw at a glance, then glanced ignorantly.

"What code is this?" The marshal was happy to get him to step up, but he was also confused because Viona was rarely as aggressive as that.

"Code to carry. Sorry, yes, I keep taking it. I must be heavy, but you're really nice, Chal."

"It's okay, honey. It is the duty of Layanin's husband, his wife, who is pregnant. Don't hesitate. You and our son must be well looked after."

"Thank you, sweetie." Viona kissed Marshal's lips this time. He smiled broadly, resignedly as the Marshal carried his body.

"If you get pregnant every year, you want to, right?"

"Have a son!" Viona hit her husband's chest. "What is pregnant? If you are pregnant, you are not papa. If I don't want to!"

Marshal laughed at his wife's nagging. "You're sexy, this is how you get pregnant again. I like it, so to think, if you get pregnant every year must be exciting." She laughed even louder as Viona grabbed her hair. Teasing Viona is fun for Marshal. His wife who pouted with a manyun lips, very funny look in his eyes.

"Aren't you born yet, do you think you want to see me pregnant again? Hey, what kind of child-printing machine do I think?!"

Marshal laughed again. Viona could have strangled him at this moment, if she continued to do nosy teasing. Then it's better to stop and focus on the path he's going on right now. Don't let it drift, don't fall and don't let it lose focus. Because the burden he was carrying right now was very heavy. Viona's body becomes more and more contained as the pregnancy ages. He's really heavy. Marshal will not deny it, because his hands have begun to feel held if he has to hold his wife.

"I'm heavy, huh?"

"Yes, a little."

"Jaudah, don't get down. Let's just say I'm barbell for muscle time."

Viona gave a crisp laugh seeing her husband flickering his hands, stretching the sore muscles. She is also self-conscious about how she is currently weighing. Marshal could not cover his weight which was very heavy. Viona is happy, because Marshal still wants to spoil her, despite having to have arm pain every day.

"Here, I'm a pijitin."

Marshal sat on the edge of the bed, thrusting his hand in front of his wife. She smiled sweetly as Viona's hands touched and gave a smooth massage. The sensation always Marshal likes. Viona's hands are always good at giving touch, not just massage in the hands, but in some places that are indeed her power.

...***...

It's been two weeks. Now and then, Viona no longer needed to feel tired when passing the stairs. Marshal had already moved him to stay in the guest room downstairs. The room was quite spacious, though not as spacious and luxurious as their own. But it's comfortable enough to be occupied. And Viona prefers to stay there, because it's close to going there and there. No need to bother walking far when hungry and also close to the back garden that he often visited.

"Papa goes to work first, son. All right in my mom's belly, yeah. Don't be naughty and don't want much before you go home."

"Yes, dear Papa." Viona answered him, following the typical child's logic.

The marshal smiled widely, peeping his wife's forehead affectionately. "I'll go first, yeah."

"Yes. Then come home and bring me an apple pie, yeah. Don't forget!"

"Okay, ready, ma'am! Later Sir bring. Anything else you want?"

Viona giggled to see her husband standing firmly with one hand of respect. He shook his head. "Udah, that's it."

"Okay, if that's the case, I'm leaving, honey."

Viona stood up, yapping at her husband's hand. She didn't take Marshal to the front, because her husband said there was no need. Afraid of Viona being exhausted, so it was better to just stay in the room. When the Marshal was out of the room door, Viona went into the bathroom because she wanted to throw water again. Lately he often tired when peeing. It's almost hard to hold it for a second.

Bruk!

"JUST ...!"

Marshal heard his wife's scream from inside the room. Hurry her back in, slamming the briefcase at Rio and how shocked she was to find Viona's body falling in the bathroom. "Darling!" He approached Viona who grimaced with pain all over her body. "Why did it fall?!"

Marshal cradled Viona's body in a panic, examining the wound but nothing. "We're going to the hospital now!" He didn't want anything to happen to his wife and children. But, Viona shook her head instead, asking to be laid on the bed.

"I'm not papa." Viona tried to convince her husband, although she was also shocked and felt a slight pain in her waist. "I just slipped. Gak senga－"

"You peed in your pants?"

Viona was dumbfounded when Marshal felt her wet clothes and seeped into the bed. Viona shook her head, she did not pee in her pants. But, a wet clear liquid came out from the lower part of his body.

"Darling?"

"Chal, this ...." Viona felt the wet part endlessly come out and until it pooled in the mattress. Suddenly his stomach feels heartburn and the liquid is getting out making his clothes and bed soaked. With one hand holding her stomach and the other touching the wet and smelling her, Viona was stunned. No smell of urine. The liquid is odorless. "Chal, don't-don't this ...."

What the hell's going on?