Because of the compulsion

Due to myopic eyes

He was pacing around in front of his desk unsettled. Look at the watch and door of the room anxiously. Heart palpitations were already irregular waiting for the arrival of the king and queen who would soon enter his room.

I hope they don't meet her boyfriend, because Amanda has him secured first. The beautiful model had been told to go home using a special elevator that was next to his room. The possibility of Amanda meeting her parents was very small because the special elevator was directly aimed at the back of the parking lot. Yeah, I hope Amanda's safe this time.

But he still couldn't calm down. Her heart palpitations can't go back to normal before everything's over and make sure Amanda's really safe. He sips the water on his desk. Look again at the door that is still closed. It's been ten minutes since Amanda told her to leave, and the signs of her parents coming in haven't been seen yet. They should have come, right? Given the report from Rio, they were already in the lobby. But the Lord and Lady of Atma did not knock on the door. Marshal was getting anxious waiting for him.

He sat on the oversized chair with a huff. His hands rested on the table with a view that never escaped from the door of the room. Why did her parents arrive so long? He's been waiting a long time. Growing anxious as her mind began to guess, did her parents see Amanda? And they hit him and then scolded him in the parking lot?

No. gabe. There's no way they're seeing Amanda. Rio said his parents were in the lobby, there was no way they knew Amanda was in the back parking lot.

But, what if when he was going to climb into the elevator, suddenly his father forgets something that requires him to return to the parking lot to pick up an item in the car? They can find Amanda if it's true her parents are back in the parking lot.

Not likely either. Neither his father nor mother was forgetful. It's impossible to go back to the parking lot just to waste time.

Then why don't they come? Marshal was waiting for it and prepared to force a smile to welcome their very surprising arrival. But her parents were not visible.

An hour passed, the Marshal kept glancing at the door of his room. He began to wonder. Her parents didn't come? Why did no one enter the room at all? An hour is too long if they just take the elevator. Unless they go home and come back here. It could only be up to an hour. But they have reached the lobby, just take the elevator for a while already able to arrive in front of the Marshal room.

Although an hour had passed, the Marshal remained unable to calm down. She was afraid that her parents would see Amanda and nailed her downstairs so they wouldn't be seen coming into her room. She continued to pray, may Amanda be safe and unknown to her parents.

Tok tok ...

Glanced at the door of the room anxiously as the sound of knocking rang out loud. The marshal again turned his seat on the oversized chair nervously. Is that her parents knocking? He was ready to welcome.

Puffed for a moment. He linked his fingers to the table and kept glancing at the door of the room. "Lake in!"

Slowly the door opened. Marshal was pounding waiting for the faces of his parents. And soon they will ask, where did they go before they went to his son's room? Because an hour is too long if from the lobby to the Marshal workspace. She's afraid her parents actually saw Amanda downstairs so they'll have to take care of Amanda first.

"Rio?" The marshal frowned in surprise as Rio's head appeared behind the door. Why is it Rio?

His dearest assistant was looking at the whole room.

Where's that spoiled model? rio asked in his heart.

"Where are my parents?" marshal asked increasingly astonished by the arrival of Rio who was even silent in the doorway. Glance at the left right carefully. "Rio?"

"Eh, euhh ..eum. sorry, my master is going to the cafeteria for a while" Rio said with a wave. He walked out of the room and closed the door.

Marshal's eyebrows are sharply linked. What happened to Rio? He just went in and came back out. Bizarrely.

Where are Marshal's parents? Why don't they come in? Did they not meet him?

Ah, maybe yes.

But lord and mistress Atma why come to see him? If something was important, there was no way they wouldn't come and go back home. They must have gone straight into his room. Rather than be confused, he would rather just contact her. And make sure where they are now.

Rio was laughing flickered around in his room. "Luckily I have my eyes myopic," He laughed again as he rubbed his eyes. "indirectly I managed to drive the model away subtly because I saw people wrong." His laughter is getting louder.

Very satisfied it feels. He pranks his own master. He had seen people wrong. Rio thought that Lord Vishnu and Madame Rahma were in the lobby, but when she approached, it was not. He's the wrong guy. He didn't say it to Marshal anymore. Let his master be a crime. And it worked. Marshal immediately sent Amanda home.

"Hahaha ..." Rio's laughter echoed even more.

A few minutes later ...,

"Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty .. ah, sir already, yes," Rio was face down on the floor with sweat pouring. "i am tired ...," he lamented weakly.

"No! Not finished. You should push up sixty-four more times!" Marshal sat in his great chair with a cup of apple juice in hand. Legs cross. Watching Rio who was being punished.

Rio sighed tiredly. Back up with both palms used as a focus with the body up and down. "Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, four pul …"

Thats. He was convicted of a lie he committed.

Just silence she did. His hand that was ready to knock on the door only floated in the air. She doubted. Afraid of his wife. He usually just went into his wife's room, but this time he didn't do it. Because he and his wife haven't improved since the great debate over justice the other day.

Viona doesn't talk to him much anymore. Every day he just shut himself in his room on the grounds that he had to focus on doing thesis. Now the play that Viona told her mother and mother-in-law time, feels real. And Marshal couldn't bother him either. He was afraid that his wife was getting angry and their relationship was getting worse.

Not yet Marshal knocked, but the door was open showing the beautiful face of his wife who seemed surprised by the presence of Marshal.

"Master?"

"Mama asked us to come to her house. Brother Miranda is there," Marshal said quickly to his destination. He can't talk much with Viona because his wife looks still not warmed up.

Viona was silent for a moment before she went back inside her room without a word uttered from her mouth.

The marshal looked at the closed door in confusion. Viona said nothing. He doesn't know Viona's mind. Does Viona want to come with him or not? Without waiting for long, Marshal went straight into Viona's room. He was stunned when he saw his wife undressing.

Viona flipped over in shock and immediately ran into the bathroom with a change of clothes. His heart was already irregular. His face was burning with embarrassment. He wanted to scream but was afraid of being heard by many people. And finally he wore a shirt with an unclear cursing. Why would a Marshal suddenly enter like that? Ah, she's so embarrassed.

It took several times to blink for the Marshal to restore his consciousness. He became unsettled as he watched his wife take off her clothes casually. Nope-no. His mind started going everywhere now.

Marshal smiled and shook his head slowly. He cursed himself. He shouldn't have just played in. "But that's okay as long as it's still profitable," he muttered smiling smirk.

Viona came out of the bathroom with a great feeling of embarrassment. She only lowered her head as she passed the Marshal sitting in front of her dressing table. He watched his wife's every move.

"Where are you going?" marshal asked Viona who had changed clothes neatly and prepared her bag near the bed.

Viona let out her breath violently and turned her body towards the Marshal. "Aren't we going to Rahma's house?"

"Eh?" Marshal scratched his head in confusion. So, Viona wants to come with him? Marshal thinks Viona won't be coming because she's still mad at him. "Don't call my mommy madam!" marshal said slowly. Still noticing Viona who was putting a cell phone and some other small things into her bag.

Viona grunted softly. He was always reminded of a call problem.

The marshal frowned as Viona approached and stood in front of him. Viona just silently looked at him with a hard-to-understand look. "Why?"

"Excuse me, sir," Viona took a comb from her dresser. "could you please move for a moment?"

Marshal stood up obediently. Viona would definitely dress up so told her to move. "No need to dress up, you're beautiful."

"Not to be reminded, I know that I am beautiful" said Viona casually. Sitting in front of the dresser.

Marshal smiled to see his wife's presence. Other women will be misbehaved and immediately blush when praised, but his wife is different and seems ordinary as if her praise means nothing. He looked at Viona's face with anxiety from the mirror's reflection. "You're mad at me?"

Viona rubbed moisturizer on her face. He looked at the Marshal through the mirror. "No. Just pissed off that Master wouldn't let me date Joints."

Marshal clucked in annoyance if Viona mentioned the name of Joints in front of him. He dislikes and is very angry if he remembers all the things related to his son Arga. "I'll never let you get in touch with him. Even I'll have people escort you so you can't see him again."

"Unfortunately, I don't need Mr.'s permission." Viona combed back her hair slowly. "After some thought, your permission is not important. I was able to establish a relationship with Joints without Mr.'s knowledge."

Marshal's hand clenched. "Just do it if you dare!" challenge with ketus.

Viona smiled at him. The hand, which was picking up lip balm, stopped. She looked at her husband's upset face. "Why is Master so angry if I am close to Joints? Is Mister jealous?"

Marshal was silent. Immediately turned his eyes and walked out of Viona's room. "I'm waiting downstairs" he said before closing the door.

Viona just shrugged her shoulders indifferently. The marshal always forbade him from doing this, but never said a clear reason when organizing his wife's life. If Marshal is jealous of Joints, Viona thinks it's impossible. For what Marshal is jealous of Viona, he's not

love her, right? Or is it the opposite? Viona doesn't know either.

Every Marshal's ever-regulating behavior puts Viona under pressure. He doesn't like to be organized. But, Marshal with all his threats makes Viona continue to obey. But, that was before. Now he has dared to argue and will do everything in his power to gain his freedom.