Because of the compulsion

My wife, not a waiter

"That's why I fucked you. But really, I don't intend to do that to you."

Viona is not thinking about Marshal. He was really angry at Marshal after hearing everything. So Amanda's behind all this. It was only fitting that Viona felt somewhat astonished by the Marshal's treatment of her. The next day after the Marshal snapped, saying that even Viona was his servant, he was never rude again to Viona. Even Marshal is more spoiled and tends to want to keep close to Viona even though Viona does not like her behavior. It was just Amanda.

"But you take it easy, Amanda doesn't hear us kissing. Because I turned off the connection earlier when Rio brought me coffee" Marshal explained. Viona recalled that night. And he remembered very well when Marshal played his phone asking to bring black coffee to Rio. And Viona was embarrassed to remember the first time they kissed.

Marshal holds Viona's hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you my servant. Really!"

Viona was silent. Anxiety, disbelief plus surprise is very explosive making his anger more overflowing. But he couldn't have shown it to Marshal. He wanted to curse Marshal for what he had done at that time.

Long Viona was silent, to make Marshal know if Viona was very angry with him.

Marshal rubbed the back of Viona's palm quietly, looking at her face full of annoyance. "Remember, you're not a waiter here! Next time don't do that job again. Here are many workers, you can tell them."

"No, Mister. I did it all because of my desire. I'm fine if I have to."

"Well if that's what you want, but don't do it too much. If just a little help is okay, but do not let anything you do yourself like before. I don't want your dad to think no." Viona nodded. Moreover, what he always did was to respond to the Marshal's speech that tended to sound like that command, aside from the nod.

"You want to sleep now?"

"Huh?" Viona bought eyes hearing that. He only remembered that he was already in the Marshal's room.

Should I sleep with her again?

"I'll go to the bathroom first, please get my nightgown ready!" The marshal passed by just like that after speaking.

Viona screeched, looking at the Marshal mockingly. "He didn't think of me as a servant, but he told me that" he murmured. Then he prepared sleeping pajamas for the Marshal.

Viona looked away as the Marshal took off her clothes in front of Viona. The faint smile Marshal displayed. He was surprised to see Viona who was still reluctant to see Marshal not wearing clothes, but Viona had often seen him not once twice, but every day.

"His book..." Viona turned her head and gave her pajamas to the Marshal.

Her cheeks are heated, Viona thinks Marshal wears a towel or a robe but only wears a boxer in front of her eyes.

"Why? Still embarrassed to see me like this?" Viona was getting blushing to hear it. He was silent, reluctant to speak because he was embarrassed.

"How can you grant Mama's wish if you just see me like this you don't want to."

Viona. Marshal's words always lead back there.

"What does he mean he's talking like that? Why does he always talk about it? I don't want to. Not ready to do it yet" Inner Viona.

"Here, put on my clothes!" Viona said, she put on her top shirt.

The marshal who was already dressed, ready to go to sleep immediately, he pulled Viona's hand towards the bed. Still, Viona pulled her hand out of the Marshal's grasp.

"So much is your attitude to me? Do you really not want me to touch?"

Marshal stared intently at Viona. He was upset, why Viona still limited the distance between them.

"No, Mister. I'm going to my room－"

"I told you, you sleep here!" sambar Marshal quickly made Viona have to sigh violently. "I'm going to clean myself up and change clothes first, sir."

"Oh, yasuda. Hurry back!" Marshal turned his face away. Get on the bed. He was embarrassed, but his thinking was wrong. He thinks Viona still wants to limit the distance.

Viona exited the Marshal's room towards his room. Behind the door of the Marshal's room he heaved a sigh of relief. At least he stayed away for a moment.

***

"Do I still need to take medicine, Ma?" ask Joints to Fatma who thrust some medicine at him.

"Yes, Son. Although you have been allowed to go home by a doctor, but still, your condition has not healed well. So you still need to finish the cure."

The joint snorted, with forced to take back the medicine given by the doctor.

"Ma, I think I can still get Viona," Sendi said as she handed the empty glass to Fatma, finished taking the medicine.

Joints shook. He smiled at his mother. "No, Ma. Jendi is sure that Viona won't be able to be happy with her marriage."

"Hush, you can't talk like that! You should pray Viona's happy."

"I'm sure Viona isn't happy with her marriage. The reason he got married was obvious. So, Viona would not be happy with that man. I'll save Viona from the man's entrapment and she can come back to me."

Fatma. "You mean?"

Joints smiled mysteriously, until Fatma saw him full of confusion.

"Wait for me, Viona! We'll stick together ..."

****

"Look in, no? Enter, no..."

Viona stood in front of the door of the Marshal's room. He saw the door handle in white coated with marble with adhesiveness. He raised his hand in the air about to hold it, yet he puffed out. "Not enter?" He was silent again.

"I don't want to sleep with him anymore. But if he doesn't come in, he'll be angry. Duh, how dong, nih ...."

He raised his hand in the air again, touching the doorknob again, he paled back. "Reverse to the adjournment room, yes..." Viona turned her body. "But he will be angry. Aaa. but, sleeping with him is dangerous, I don't want to."

Viona decides to go into the Marshal's room after a long pensive. Deep breaths, slowly opening the door of the room, smiled awkwardly as the Marshal sitting on the bed looked at him.

"Why long?"

"Sorry, Sir." Viona approaches the bed. Silently, glanced at the Marshal who was watching the phone in his hand.

"Good, here!" marshal said without looking at him. Viona complied. Wipe down the blanket and sit next to the Marshal. He lowered his head, playing his fingers on the blanket-covered lap.

"Sleep first! I have to reply to Amanda's message first" Marshal said.

Viona glanced at Marshal at a glance. There are doubts about having to sleep first. What if Marshal does something that doesn't happen while Viona is asleep? While Viona is conscious, Marshal always does things that Viona does not like, especially if she sleeps.

"Well, you won't obey me" Marshal put his phone on the nightstand. He was facing Viona. "We're asleep, I'm done with Amanda."

Marshal asks Viona to lie down like her. "If I say anything about Amanda, are you angry?" ask Marshal. He makes Viona as uncomfortable as ever. Not his words, but his treatment. She hugged Viona from the side as well as placed her face in the niche of Viona's neck.

"I'm not angry, sir. Why am I angry?"

"really?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, if you're not angry. But if you don't like me talking about Amanda, you can tell me. And I'll never say Amanda's name in front of you."

Viona just nodded her head. Why is he angry? The Marshal's relationship and other affairs are not Viona's. Want Marshal with anyone, Viona will not interfere, as long as it does not carry her name. Wouldn't it be great if Marshal and Amanda got close, and Viona would be dumped and released.

Honestly, Viona still did not fully accept this marriage. The desire to have a household based on love, is still something he wants to achieve. But for this wedding, even Viona did not love Marshal at all and never thought of trying to love him.

So, if one day, Marshal releases her, Viona happily accepts. Because it's better than living a household like this.

*****

"Sorry, Miss. Someone's looking for Miss outside." Erni reports to Viona who is busy cooking for lunch assisted by several maids.

"Who?" Viona was still wearing an apron standing on while slicing vegetables.

"Non"

"I'm the one who's here." Suddenly a beautiful woman dressed in a bright red knee-length dress approached Viona.

  Upon turning her head, Viona's perfectly rounded eyes were made shocked to see the woman. "He's..."

"Hello, I'm Amanda Andorsen."