Because of the compulsion

Izin

"Later on schedule, you will leave there on Monday. The master was there for three days only, and the first day Mr. there was a joint meeting with Mr. Suryo at a restaurant close to the project" Rio explained to the Marshal.

They're in the marshal's room now, just the two of them. Discussing the schedule of monitoring the new Marshal hotel project outside the city that Marshal plans to leave in two days, Rio explained.

"Do everything on schedule, Yo. Later only you will accompany me out of the city, while Maya will take care of the work here," said Marshal while looking at the contents of the file that Rio gave some time ago, contains about the budget report issued for the construction of the project.

"Good, Sir."

The new Marshal will talk again, telling Rio, Rio's ringing phone lying on the table, in front of them distracting the two. The name "Mrs' Lady" is there.

Rio picked it up, frowning at the Marshal and the phone screen alternately. "Miss calls," she reports to the Marshal who is staring in wonder.

"Why did he call you?"

Rio shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, Sir."

The phone was still ringing, Rio was staring at Marshal asking for permission, what should he do, pick him up or not? And it turns out that Marshal allowed and asked Rio to activate the loudspeaker. Maybe Marshal wants to hear it too.

Rio nodded, then his hand shifted the green panel.

"Hello, Rio?" viona's soft voice sounded from across there.

"Yes, hello Miss. What's up?" Rio and Marshal were both silent, listening, even the file that Marshal had been holding, was now closed and stored on the table. He just focused on listening to Viona's voice behind the phone.

"What are you doing? Am I interrupting?"

"No, Miss. Why why?"

"Are you there, with you?"

Rio glanced at Marshal, his gaze implying what he should convey and Marshal replied with a headband. Rio's omen must not say his honesty. "No, Miss. Master is not with me."

There was a long sigh before Viona's voice re-entered the hearing. "Look, em. I want to talk to you."

Rio and Marshal looked at each other. What kind of thing would Viona talk about so it sounded doubtful like that. "What's up, Miss? Is there a problem at home?"

"No, not Rio. At home is fine. There's no problem. Just ..., I want to ask permission."

Rio looked back at Marshal who was watching Rio's phone which showed a picture of Viona wearing light blue clothes smiling on the shoreline. "Seek permission, Miss?"

"Yes, I want to ask permission to go outside."

"Miss is going?"

"Yes, I want to go to the salon. You know, after I got married, my activities were just quiet, doing homework. And tomorrow I'll go to college, meet my friends. I'd like a little treatment, so my friend doesn't make fun of me. I don't want to be kissed after marriage, Rio," Viona explained at length.

Rio smiled at hearing that while Marshal just kept quiet, listening. A feeling of wonder began to envelop because Viona never said that she would go to campus tomorrow.

Probably haven't told you yet, Inner Marshal husnudzon.

"Why ask me for permission? Miss can ask permission from you, not me."

"can't. Same with you, yeah. You will tell the lord."

Marshal looked at Rio's phone with a slight annoyance. Why would Viona ask Rio for permission instead of Marshal directly? A wife should not ask her husband for permission, not her husband's assistant.

"Please say yes, Rio!" viona's voice sounded very soft, pleading even from a cell phone speaker.

"Huh?" Rio looked at Marshal in an incomprehensible manner. Marshal's mouth looks like it's talking. He didn't understand, what did Marshal's mouth say?

The marshal wanted to whisper, but he was afraid that his voice would be heard by Viona. So she just moved her lips, coding Rio. But, Rio did not understand with the movement of his lips.

"What, Master?" rio said slightly whispering, his phone he kept a little to the side so that Viona would not hear it. But wrongly, it seems that Viona is faintly hearing Rio's voice, as she asks, "Ha? What Rio? What did you just say?"

Viona's voice made Rio stiffen, it turns out that Viona still heard her voice, even though she whispered. Marshal sighed, head bobbles. Rio was careless until Viona could hear him. Rio grinned to get a sharp look from the Marshal. He immediately grabbed a cell phone with both hands. Wishing Viona could no longer hear her voice.

"Make him ask me for permission!" marshal whispered right in front of Rio's ears.

Rio's feathers goosebumps feeling Marshal's breath. He bristled, but immediately nodded, obeying the orders of the Marshal.

"Rio, do you still hear me?"

"Yes, Miss." Rio cleared a moment. "Miss should ask permission from the master directly. I have no right to do what Miss wants, afraid you're angry."

Viona clucked in annoyance. "You're the one who said it. I can't get permission from you."

One eyebrow Rio raised, astonished by Viona's words. Why Viona said she couldn't, when it was clear Viona could do that. Then what's the problem? "Why, Miss? Is Miss afraid that you won't allow it?"

"Hm. one of them is. But ...," Viona paused her speech. Long enough silence made Marshal and Rio moored curious. "i don't have the master number."

Dumbstruck. How can a wife not have her own number? "Ti-don't have one? Miss doesn't have a number, sir?" Rio looked at the Marshal in disbelief as well as being surprised. As with the person he looked at, he was shocked. But if you remember, Marshal and Viona never communicate via cell phone, all this time they will communicate through the phone through the Rio intermediary.

"Yes, Rio. Hehe. I never asked for his number."

Rio let out his breath violently, feeling astonished by this female master. "Alright, Miss. I'll send you the number. Miss can call him to ask permission"

Rio was speechless looking at the Marshal who was also looking at him sharply. And Rio perfectly understood the meaning of that gaze. "Miss better call master and tell him directly!" Rio disconnected the connection of his call, so that Viona complied and no longer made Rio a wilderness.

.........

Viona weighed the phone in her hand. He was confused as to whether he should contact the Marshal or not.

Ting. The incoming message from Rio sent the Marshal number, accompanied by an additional message, 'Miss can contact the master now. Sir is not busy'

Hela deep breath. Call, no? Call, no?

Long time Viona daydreamed, she finally decided to contact him alone. While waiting for her call to be connected, Viona starts to get anxious. He was afraid Marshal would not allow it. But his inner self instead swore a slobber Rio who was unwilling to help him convey directly to the Marshal. If it was like this, Viona became nervous to ask for permission.

"Hello?"

Viona gulped her saliva violently. I was hesitant when I heard the Marshal's voice. "Hello? What's up?"

Viona looked at her phone screen in surprise, as Marshal did not ask whose number this was. Does Marshal know Viona's number?

The Marshal's wife clucked in annoyance at feeling Marshal was cheating. She doesn't have her husband's number, why does Marshal keep his number?

"Hey, wife! Huh hello? Are you still there?"

"Eh, yes sir."

"What's wrong?"

"Sir."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Em. I want to ask permission" said Viona nervously. He bit his lower lip. Looking around the room with a cell phone still near the ear.

"Solicit permission for what?" 

"That's sir, um, going to the salon."

"Where to?"

"To the salon, sir," he repeated again.

"Where are you? Speak loudly I hear less"

"You go to the salon, sir. Can't you?" His tone is rising. Viona's getting upset. Is this marshal deaf or has no ears?

"Getting into the salon?"

Marshal's question made him even more upset. What to do in the salon besides the treatment? "Sir, I want to do the treatment."

"For what, you're beautiful. Why do the treatments?" Viona grunts. Men do not understand the wishes of women. "Master, may I go?"

"Explain why you're going to the salon, what's it for?"

Hela breath, exhale. Viona is getting impatient with her husband's always annoying attitude. "Doing treatment, sir. What else can be done in the salon? So the broomsticker? There's no way I'm going to the salon to be a sweeper, is there?"

"That's not what I mean."

"OKAY. Well, look, sir. Master let me go, no? I just want to do the treatment to make it look fresh. I am also bored at home. A little refreshing out. So can I go?"

The dumbstruck marshal heard Viona's reasoning was different from what she said to Rio. Marshal clucking. His wife began to lie.

"How, Master? I'm allowed?"

Marshal and Rio looked at each other. "Should the lady lie to you, sir? Why not be honest?" rio whispered to Marshal.

Marshal was surprised to hear it. She was a bit annoyed as well since Viona dared to do such a thing. "I won't allow it!" marshal then severed his connection.

He keeps his cell phone on the desk carelessly. "Why is he lying to me, Yo? So which is the truth, the reason for you or the one that was told to me?"

Rio instead laughed, making Marshal have to throw a bilpoin at him. "I'm serious, I laugh."

Rio caught his ballpoint pen swiftly before hitting the chest. "I think both are right, sir."

Marshal's eyebrows raised. "meaning?"

"Sir, both reasons are reasonable. In addition to wanting to look beautiful in front of her friend tomorrow when she meets, she also seems to want to go out for a walk. I think the lady is getting bored if she has to stay home."

Beard-beard marshal, Rio's remark does have a point as well. "But should there be different reasons like that, Yo? What he said to you was different from what he told me." Rio just put his shoulder around, he doesn't know either.

The message went to Rio's phone. He immediately opened it, it turned out that there was a message from his young mistress, containing, a,

'Master will not allow. I don't want to know, you have to tell mister that he'll let me go. If you can't persuade master, I'll call Lena, and tell her about all your vices.'

Rio was dumbfounded staring at the phone screen with his eyes opening perfectly. Is Viona threatening him? Where does Viona know about Lena?