Because of the compulsion

Status and Love are different

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.

"Hmmm..." Viona squirmed softly from her sleep. Rubbed his eyes and looked around the room in a daze. He smiled as he looked at the ceiling of the room that read his name. It turns out he's still at Heru's house.

He changed the position of his bed to the right side to stretch his muscles.

"Lho, Mister?!" Soon he woke up. Very surprised to see Marshal who was beside the dressing table was crouching.

Deg. Marshal immediately turned around in panic when he heard his wife's voice. He blinked countless times as Viona unceasingly looked at him in shock. "You're awake."

"Why is Mister here?"

Scratching the non-itchy temples. Why are Marshal so clumsy? He should have let out his emotions on Viona, not even a wave like the person who was caught stealing.

"Master? Since when is Mister here?" His surprise began to be overcome, Viona grabbed the blanket and got out of bed. His gaze could not be separated from the Marshal who was staring in confusion.

"You didn't come home, so I'm here to pick you up." He was astonished at himself. Why didn't he scold Viona? Though from home he had prepared mentally to scold his wife. But now, it felt very difficult to yell at the newly awakened Viona from her sleep.

Viona was just speechless, passing the Marshal just like that towards the bathroom. He pinched his nape.  Between conscious and not, Viona was still confused by the presence of the Marshal. His head is a little dizzy. Maybe because of sleep.

Rubbing her face slowly with a rough gust of breath, Marshal sat on the edge of the bed after Viona entered the bathroom. When his gaze returned to the big box, his hands clenched back. The feeling came again. But, why didn't he just get mad at Viona? She should have just nagged Viona who had been pissing her off all day.

Viona came out of the bathroom quietly and approached her husband who was also looking at her sharply. He got the wrong behavior while walking, because the Marshal's view continues to be on him. But, Viona as much as possible should look calm.

"Here sit!" tell Marshal with a ketus.

Viona knitted her brows in confusion, yet she kept obeying her husband's orders and sat down beside the Marshal.

"Why not tell me?"

"Huh?" Viona did not understand the Marshal's words, looking at her husband in a daze. "Say what, sir?"

"You didn't say you were going to visit here. Wh why? You said you were going to the salon, so why come here?"

Viona rolled her eyeballs. Does he have to explain everything to Marshal? If Marshal knew Viona didn't go to the salon because she didn't have any money, what would Marshal say later? It was better that she didn't say it, than that she would be ridiculed by her husband. "It was going to the salon, sir. But, not so because ...," Biting the lower lip. Viona was confused as to what reason to wear.

"Because what?"

"Because the salon has many visitors. So, I'm lazy to get into her salon."

Marshal's eyebrows go up next door. Viona's reason was too trivial. As many visitors to the salon will not be as crowded as the night market. So, it doesn't make sense if Viona doesn't go to the salon just for the reason of crowded visitors. "What are the visitors of the salon, until you are not a treatment?"

"Em, yes, how do I know, sir." Viona flicked her shoulders, indifferently. He got back up. Walk towards the window.

"Why didn't I pick up the phone?" ask Marshal. Still sitting on the edge of the bed. Watching Viona who was closing the curtains. The day has begun to twilight.

Viona was silent. Uncovers the curtains slowly. If she answered Marshal's remark, it was certain that she would be scolded because Viona had indeed deliberately activated silent mode. He didn't want to be bothered by anyone, let alone Marshal.

"Why?" ask Marshal again. He was actually upset, but somehow it was hard to let out his sense of regret. "You didn't intentionally ignore me, did you?"

"My phone is dead, sir."

Obviously Marshal would not believe his wife's words. "If it dies, the call won't connect." He got up close to Viona who was still standing by the window. The curtain that had been closed, he turned a little to look out the window facing the back yard of Heru's house. "You didn't pick it up on purpose?"

Viona gasped as Marshal suddenly hugged her from behind. Reflexes he looked up in annoyance. "Master, release!" Trying to get rid of the Marshal's hand that was coiled around his waist. But, Marshal did not care and instead intensified his embrace and focused his chin on Viona's shoulder.

"Master, uh."

"Shut up!"

Especially what Viona can do, other than surrender. It's always like that. If her mother's words come back to mind, Viona always grunts quietly. She didn't like to be treated that way, but Lina's remark really demanded that she obey. How long should he be a hypocrite? Viona tormented. Wanted to escape from Marshal's entanglement, but he was very difficult to do.

They were both silent, looking out the window. The twilight light has begun to show its form, adding a beautiful impression when the view is fixed on the backyard of the house in the form of a spacious garden with various beautiful plants collection Viona mother.

Many beautiful, colorful flowers with a variety of different shapes. The leaves of the mango tree waved in the wind so slowly. Even the little flowers of the tree that were ready to bear fruit, fell.

"Why do you still keep that stuff?"

"The gift of that man." Marshal took off his embrace. The emotions that had been stifled from earlier now began to flare up again. He turned his body. "That," pointed to the large box beside the dressing table. "why do you still keep it?"

Viona followed the Marshal's line of sight, then said, "Oh." And back behind the body to close the curtains that he had opened earlier to cover the window neatly.

"Just 'oh?" Marshal did not understand why Viona was ordinary as if it was not a disturbing thing. "Why is it still saved, huh?"

"What if I keep it, sir?" viona said calmly. Staring at the Marshal who tightened his teeth with clenched hands.

"For what? You shouldn't have kept that stuff. Fuck up!"

"Why should it be thrown away?"

The emotions of Marshal are rising up in the face of his wife's calm attitude. Viona looked ordinary regardless of Marshal's dislike of those items. "You said 'why'?" Marshal looked at Viona sharply. "You're my wife, you should've forgotten everything about her. Don't keep the stuff anymore! Aren't you thinking about my feelings, huh?"

Viona smiled amusedly. "I am a wife, sir. But, what's the problem with those things? The relationship of the wife and the storage of the wife, it is not the same thing to be concerned about. What if I keep that stuff? What's the problem with Mister?"

"I don't like it" said Marshal. He was very upset with Viona's words as if to tell that what Marshal said was not a big thing and worth a problem.

His wife laughed. Shaking her head to see her husband's behavior that feels very funny. "Our preferences are different. If you don't like it, don't look! Beres, right? Don't mind small things like this, sir! That's my stuff, my right to keep it or not. Kena－"

"Shut up!" snapped Marshal with a sharp look.

Viona was silent. He took his breath out slowly. It seems he mispronounced, just now. Why would he even be so bold as to mock a childish-looking Marshal?

"The more days your attitude is getting brazen, yeah." Marshal approached his wife. "You're getting brave enough to argue with me."

Viona gulped her saliva with great difficulty as the sharp Marshal's gaze was fixed on her. What can he do now? Marshal looks very angry.

"Dump everything!" tell Marshal firmly. Standing loomed before Viona who was still silent. "Don't ever keep the stuff he gave you again! I don't like it!"

Viona looks up. Brave to fight the gaze of Marshal. He doesn't like it when Marshal meddles in his affairs like that. "can't. I won't throw it away."

His fist grew stronger until his books turned white. "You're arguing with me?!"

"Yes." Yeah." Viona boldly replied. His emotions are stirring at this moment. He could not just remain silent if his privacy started to interfere with others. Moreover, Marshal had gone too far to organize his life. "Sorry, Sir. This time Master can't order me to throw it away."

"Why? Is it because it's her gift?"

Ironically, Viona nodded boldly. "Many memories of all that stuff. There's no good reason to throw it away."

"My status as your husband, can't it be an excuse?" As much as the energy of Marshal held back his emotions in order to face the calm attitude shown by his wife. They look sharp. The emotions between the two were very gripping in the room.

"I'm sorry, but I can't." Viona smiled meaningfully. "Status and love are different." He passed into the bathroom after hearing the voice of the Maghrib. Leaving behind the sculpting Marshal with his angry and sad gaze mixed into one.

Every thing Viona said, what Viona did, was always successful in getting her soul mixed up. Viona is very shrewd in playing with her feelings until Marshal himself is confused by Viona's attitude which will somehow be like what it goes on.

He was always the one who was tormented when faced with his wife's attitude. She didn't like it if Viona still remembered everything related to Joints. But, Viona who still loves Joints, never once understood the desire of Marshal. Or is it because the Marshal can't be straightforward, so Viona is like that? Clearly, Marshal really didn't like it if Viona behaved like she was just now as if she was a nobody. He doesn't deserve to rule Viona's life. But, she's her husband.

What is wrong if a husband feels disturbed when his wife chooses to remember another man?

That's natural, isn't it? Which husband would want to see his wife love another man? All husbands must be the same, do not like to see his wife prefer other men, even still keep the gift items on the grounds because of many memories.

Why doesn't Viona understand her feelings?

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