Because of the compulsion

The End of a Journey

Happiness comes in abundance. The two families could not hide the joy of the new family members. Viona's outpatient room was filled with survivors, also flocking to hold the hero.

"Her, now it's not just me that's called grandpa, you're the same."

Laughter accompanied the joke that Vishnu threw for his besan. It is unexpected that the relationship between the two families is very good and harmonious.

"This is Heru's grandfather, son. He's a grandfather now too." Again, Vishnu let out his joke while holding the child Marshal and Viona, which made everyone laugh again. "Oiya, what's the new grandchild's name? Chal, where's the Marshal?" Vishnu dizzy glanced at everyone one by one not finding his son.

It turned out that the man who just got the title of father was just sitting a henchman on the sofa in the corner of the room. Boro-boro holds her child, seeing that it is not part of her. Everyone scrambled to hold the handsome baby until he forgot that his father had not been given the opportunity to hold me.

"Chal, this handsome boy what's his name? It's got a name, right?"

"Udah, Dad. Chal said it's been taken from a long time." Viona was still in the care bed, hearing her father-in-law's words. That's what he wants to know, too. Marshal never said whose son's name to date, Viona was still made curious.

Now everyone's eyes are on the Marshal who is just silent. His expression looked flat, perhaps upset because he could not feel the sensation of holding his own child.

"Here you! Dad was quiet there, anyway. What's name?"

Marshal stood up, approaching the swarm of humans surrounding Viona's bed. His smile expands when faced with Vishnu who is carrying his son. The tiny baby squirms in the bed, his eyes closed with cheeks that still look red. Very funny indeed. The marshal wanted to carry her, but it wasn't good with his papa. He could only just see it, not daring to hold me because of the gerogi, fearing something happened.

"Chal?"

"Well, what's your son's name?"

The atmosphere of the room was quiet, waiting for Marshal to open his voice.

"The name is Zehan Pratama Varen Atmadinata."

Others exclaimed in excitement to welcome the name mentioned by the Marshal, in contrast to Viona who instead looked at him looking less like it. "Cock that name? Longs, Chal."

"Huh?" Marshal did not understand. He cleared his throat slowly unsightly looked at by his wife.

"Zehan Pratama means first high priest, dear," he explained gently, "In addition to his mother's family title, this Pratama also means the first child and first grandchild for papa Heru. Yeah, right, Pa?"

Cheers sound happy. Heru's face also looks bright giving appreciation on behalf of the excellent.

"Then, Varen Atmadinata. That means the best gift of life." Marshal's hand was moved to touch the delicate cheeks of a tiny baby in Vishnu's sling. His smile expanded meaningfully. His chest rippled finely, felt tickling up to the heart. For the first time he could feel how warm the Dedek's skin was. "He was the best gift for us." His gaze met with the look of Viona's eyes that were just speechless.

Everyone was happy to hear it.

"If so, it means these two names will be different if the child will be in a different family." Miranda, follow her with a smile. "If again in the Pratama family, he is called Zehan Pratama, while if again a visit to the house of papa Vishnu, he will be called Varen Atmadinata. Two really good names, right, yeah." His proposal even invited another laugh.

Viona looked at the Marshal closely. They locked eyes, not caring about the family who even talked cheerfully about their child. Marshal was moved to get closer, faced with Viona sitting on the treatment bed, her smile expanding wildly.

"Dear." The marshal grabs Viona's hand, focusing his gaze only on his wife. It was fortunate that everyone was now focusing on the tiny baby who moved the sling on Lina who was sitting on the sofa. Everyone swarmed over him, unknowingly giving time for the new parents to both go a little further than them.

"The first great priest as the best gift of our lives?" viona asked quietly, looking fixedly at her husband who nodded. "Name with a good meaning. Thanks." Thanks."

"I should be thanking you." The marshal clasped Viona's hand tightly, bringing her to the front of his lips for a kiss. "Thank you for being the wife and mother of our child. Thank you for fighting to this point. And thank you, for being present in the life of a Marshal, for being the most beautiful complement."

Viona's eyes were glazed. She clasped her husband's hand back, smiling full of joy. "Thank you for being a good husband. May you be a good father to our son."

The marshal hugged Viona tightly, gave a warm peck on his forehead and continued with endless light kisses on the top of his head.

The happiness they now feel can never be clearly described how it looks. Not all compulsion ends heartbreakingly, for not all life will give us the same path as we think.

The world rotates according to its axis. As a man can only follow where destiny will lead and where the wind will blow him to the reality of life that bears witness, that he was once at an unwanted point, then flew again, he said, brought by the current of water that brushed it in a beautiful green place. A happy real life with her son and husband.

"Ehem! The one who hugs doesn't know the place. Feels like the world belongs to both of you until you forget where you are now."

Marshal and Viona's embrace unravels hearing Michelle's innuendo. Everyone laughed amusedly at the look on their faces that looked timid, enduring the excitement that came continuously roaring.

Marshal laughed at the look on his wife's face. She gave another hug, hiding Viona's face in her chest. "Thank you, honey," he whispered over Viona's head.

His wife was hiding more and more, not wanting to show her face that was already as red as a tomato nor a smile that she could not bear to expand. Viona answered him in her heart, loving her husband very much and hoping to be together until old age and die of old age.

...***...

"Papa's son is very handsome, anyway. You want papa, yeah, huh?"

Viona chuckles amusedly at seeing Marshal interact with her one-month-old son. Zehan is growing up well and is getting funnier. His face is handsome, white with a sharp nose that looks small and lips are always fresh, especially if it has been given ASI.

Now Zehan is being carried by Marshal next to the baby box. The morning light shone through the wide open window glass revealing a beautiful view of Viona's ornamental plants in the backyard.

"You sleepy, hm?" Marshal spoke to his son again. He chuckled at the sight of Zehan's tiny mouth opening. The baby yawned while writhing and his tiny hands clenched, teasing on his face. "Cup, cup, cup ... sleep, yes."

Viona just looked at the edge of the bed. How Marshal was very painstaking to take care of his son, giving him full attention and abundant affection. Marshal even always took lunch at home, when the working break hour arrived. She always misses her son while working until sometimes Viona feels jealous of Zehan. Now Marshal no longer misses him, already set aside by the presence of the hero in the front row.

"Darling, Zehan seems sleepy."

Viona stretched out her hand to take over the sling. But, Marshal did not give it to her, wanting to put her own child to sleep. Zehan must have been very sleepy, seen from several times he wriggled with a small yawning mouth. Just finished being given ASI by Viona. If it is full the child will definitely be sleepy, then sleep for a while before he wakes up again and sunbathing in the morning in the backyard.

"Honey," said Marshal, looking carefully let out a sound because Zehan's eyes had begun to close in half.

"Why?" Viona also lowered her voice, seeing her comfortable child in the Marshal sling, looking soon to be perfectly closed.

"I'm hungry, not yet breakfast."

Habits. Every morning is like that. Marshal always skipped his morning meal only to see Viona take care of Zehan to suckle him. To the extent that she likes to forget about herself and always Viona who is bothered to serve.

Viona moved out of the room, preparing food for the Marshal. Actually all the cuisine has been held at the dining table, it's just that the spoiled Marshal more want Viona hassles, he said, sometimes you also have to take him to Zehan's room because the man will be more greedy to eat when he sees the funny face of his son.

As she entered Zehan's room, Viona let out a slow snort looking at the bed. The marshal had already slept with Zehan beside him whom he was hugging. The father and son looked comfortable and sound in their sleep. Viona approached the bed, sitting on the edge watching the peaceful faces of the two of them.

Suddenly his eyes warmed up. Viona let out a rough sigh, reaching out to gently rub Marshal's face, continuing with an index rub on her son's translucent cheek. Tears were shedding by themselves looking at the faces of the two of them. Viona lowered her head, unwilling to look again at those who were not disturbed at all by her presence.

"Darling ...." Marshal woke up hearing sobs. He opened his eyes quickly, panicking to see his wife crying on the edge of the bed. Marshal wakes up in a hurry after making sure his son sleeps comfortably. "Why you?"

Viona shook her head. His hand wiped the tears on his face, he sobbed again making Marshal anxious and panicked, not knowing why his wife could cry like that.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" The marshal went to sit beside his wife, watching anxiously. "Why cry?" His hand moved to touch Viona's shoulder, looking at her fixedly.

Viona raised her face, staring at the Marshal with nanar. Tears soaked her face that even looks more beautiful after giving birth. "I who was pregnant, gave birth to her suckling, Chal. But, why does Zehan's face even look like you, not me? I'm jealous!"

Oh, geez ....

That was the feeling of not accepting that Viona felt for not getting a trace on her son. Zehan is like a cute and cute little Marshal. Everything is exactly the same, very similar to a photocopy. So, is it natural that he feels envious? It seems that Viona is not recognized as a mother, if only the appearance of Marshal Zehan imitated.

...~The End~...

The long journey was over, Zhao wanted to pull over to rest and continue on his way back. Maybe with a new story that certainly has a better direction than before.

Thank you to all of you who have supported and read it. Thank you for staying this far. And apologize profusely, if this hand can not provide a treat that is still far from good. Sorry if it is not satisfactory, because the satisfaction of one person by one is different and Zhao can not meet all of them.

See you next time, guys. Thank you very much and apologize for many shortcomings.

Warm greetings, may your sustenance all be more abundant. Zhao will be happier, if you guys are happy too. May God always make you happy.

Bye-bye, warm hug from Zhao ...🤗🤗🤗

Look forward to the next story that God willing will release soon, yes. 😘😘