Because of the compulsion

Oi, there! This your collections.

She was in the room she missed so much. Staring at the ceiling in a huff as her mind kept recalling Lina's long-winded admonition.

After finishing with the mandate from Lina, Viona said she wanted to rest in her room upstairs. She missed the atmosphere of her favorite room. The room bears witness to the growth of a Viona year after year. Room that stores and has a lot of stories behind its comfort.

Just entering the room, Viona immediately threw her body into the bed. The feeling of pleasure he felt when he could lie back on his most comfortable mattress. A place that always makes him sleep. Which can lead him to dreamland that is sometimes absurd, sometimes beautiful, sometimes also creepy. But all those dreams he always expressed with a delusion that he thought he wanted to achieve. He thinks he'll be a natural.

But unfortunately, it was not a beautiful dream that happened. But, a bewildering nightmare comes and takes her to the hardest point so inevitably she has to bear the title of 'Mistress Marshal'.

Unbelievable. In a short time she was already someone's wife. If only time could he stop, he would surely fly all the way from a heartbreaking destiny. But it can't. Everything had happened, if Viona backed down was useless. Everything is tied up and he can't just get out of the cage. Only his master could free him. And that's not sure when it's gonna happen. Viona was looking forward to it.

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"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma." Marshal kissed Lina's hand politely.

Although still shocked, Lina remained friendly towards her daughter-in-law. "Getishalight."

"Viona's here?" ask Marshal when you are welcome to enter and sit in the living room. He glanced at the quiet surroundings, only a few of the houseworkers passed by.

"Yes, he was here with Frans and Aness." Lina sat on the opposite sofa after ordering the waiter to get her a drink for the Marshal. He can guess if Marshal came to pick up Viona.

Viona's husband heaved a sigh of relief. He was worried and angry. Tired of also looking for Viona who was contacted also could not. Marshal came home to work at four in the afternoon, but arrived at Viona's house there was nothing. Erni said, Viona left and has not returned.

Marshal recalled his wife had asked permission to go to the salon. So, Marshal Viona's taste is still in the salon. But, after Marshal finished bathing. Viona did not come home even though the time had shown half five more afternoons.

He asked his workers, what time Viona left. And the worker said that Viona left at nine in the morning. Start wonder. Does going to the salon have to be up for that long? Marshal doesn't think it'll be that long. If he'd just taken Amanda to care, it wouldn't have been possible to spend hours like that.

He was confused by his wife who did not come home. She gets upset especially when her workers say Viona was picked up by her friend. At first he could think positively. Maybe the one who picked up his two best friends. But suddenly his mind was fixed on Joints. Somehow he became angry and soon found out to find out the whereabouts of his wife.

Long time she thought to guess, maybe Viona to her parents' house. And it turned out to be true, Viona was there. "Where is he, Ma?"

"In his room. Didn't Viona say she wanted to visit here? Why don't you know?"

Marshal shook. "She said she was going to the salon. I don't know if he's coming here."

Lina nodded her head and drove the Marshal to the princess room. "So he said he wanted to rest. He must be sleeping, it has been a long time not out because of it," said Lina shortly before she passed leaving Marshal who was silent in front of his wife's room.

He had prepared emotions that would overflow for the wife who dared to lie and make him confused. She was upset and very unhappy with Viona's attitude as if she did not consider Marshal as her husband. The phone was not picked up so the Marshal had to be in a daze looking for it. And even more upset, Viona did not say if she would go to Heru's house until she forgot to go home. May not his wife not intend to go back to her husband's house? Just be careful if it's like that! The marshal had already prepared his firm stance and was about to detonate it in front of Viona.

The door handle. He opened the door to Viona's room slowly. His head poked inside making sure of the situation. Slender. Where's his wife? The marshal walked in and closed the door slowly.

Instantly his emotions overflowed. He breathed a sigh of relief to see his wife curled up on the bed in clothes so disheveled as to invite passion. Her dress even unfolded slightly upwards displaying her smooth thighs.

The marshal walked towards the bed where his wife had dived in dreams. Seeing Viona sleeping, she did not have the heart to wake her up, let alone scold her. Finally he just silently looked at the pretty face of Viona after she pulled the blanket to cover his wife's body.

Nope. Not because he's attentive. But, he did not want his lust to be spurred on to see his helpless wife with such an anxious situation. Yeah, not Viona's bad situation. But, she. He was tormented if he had to see those smooth thighs he never touched.

Marshal sat on the edge of the bed without disturbing his wife's beautiful sleep. He looked around the room in silence. Very inconvenient. The room with the dominant peach color gave its own impression as he continued to research it. In the right corner there is a large pot containing Lavender flowers that fragrant can be smelled from the distance he was. Looks like the flower is well maintained even though the owner of the room has not visited for a week.

Single white sofa is placed on the left side next to a large window that leads to the balcony of the room covered by soft pink curtains with gold accents on the rope.

In the room there is a large glass wall near the bathroom entrance. Marshal could guess the glass wall that reflected the mirror-like image was a closet. Very neat. Cabinets with such large wall glass give the impression of neat and elegant simultaneously. He went back to researching every corner of the room. Her eyes stopped looking at the dressing table close to the bed. Beside him was a big green box that said 'Hey, there! This your collections'

His feet moved to approach the box. I don't know why he was so curious to see the contents of the box. And when he was right in front of the box, his hand was outstretched to touch him even though there was little doubt that he should not have touched Viona's belongings at will. But, his curiosity was still the main one.

Slowly close the box. He frowned deeply, as the contents of the box turned out to be items that he thought were more like male possessions. At the top is a dongker-colored hoddie. Marshal picked it up and widened it as he looked at the pieces of the furup on the front of his fold.

"I love you, Viona," he muttered reading the writing on the hoddie. No strange thoughts. Hoddie's probably Viona made it for himself he's not thinking about going anywhere. And back to the city. It turns out that there are a lot of things that are written in his writing. Out of curiosity, Marshal looked at everything slowly.

His hands clenched as he opened the small black box with a red ribbon on it. Inside was a watch and a piece of paper that read,

~Viona darling, I always miss you.~

For Joints A.M

Emotions that had receded, now began to increase many times. He glanced at Viona who was still asleep. His feelings are emerging. Angry has arrived. He stared at all of the items with a tightly clenched hand. Everything in the box turned out to be Joints. Why would Viona keep it? Does Viona really love Joints and can't forget them, until all those things she keeps in a special proper?

Wanting to scream he held on. Afraid to wake his wife. He still has a sense of heartlessness even though his emotions can no longer be held back. It felt like he threw away all those things and burned them right now.

Why is Viona still keeping it? Is it always that question she wants to shout in front of Viona? She's upset. He was angry and jealous to see all this. He did not like it and now he regretted having opened the box, if at last he had to feel disappointed. He shouldn't have opened it. It was better for his heart. But, it's too late. His heart was already wounded with the feeling of anger getting held back closer and closer to the top.

"Gurgh!" The marshal snarled and kicked the big box.

"Hmmm..."

Marshal who had wanted to rummage through the box, even throw it away, he became speechless when he saw Viona moving from the depths. Maybe Viona was distracted by the sound of her growling.

Marshal immediately cleaned up the items that had been scattered. Put back in the box by throwing it with dislike. Even some of the items he squeezed first before being put in. Piqued. Angry and very disappointed. He filled it with emotion.

"Lho, Mister?!"

Deg. Marshal immediately turned around in panic when he heard his wife's voice.