Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
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Marchel had just returned home late at night, after a full day at the home of her best friend, Doctor Willy. It feels so hard to come home with a huge feeling of guilt.

With gontai steps, Marchel climbed one by one stairs to the top floor where his camp was located. Upon arriving at the door, Marchel let out a heavy sigh. I wish Sheila wasn't in there. Meeting his wife will make his guilt even bigger.

Slowly, Marchel turned the doorknob, peering little by little. His feet entered the dark room when he believed his wife was not there. Marchel knew Sheila didn't like the dark.

Meanwhile, Sheila was still silent in her room, sitting on the bed with a blank look and puffy eyes. The girl never came out of the room. All he did was cry and cry for his fate.

"Will Brother Marchel be angry if I tell him what he did to me last night. But I have to tell him. Although she'll be angry because I lied when I asked her permission" Sheila murmured.

The girl immediately flicked away the blanket covering her legs, then stepped out of the room hesitantly. Sheila glanced towards Marchel's room, and saw that the room's lights had been lit. That means the occupants of the room are already in there.

Sheila took a breath, then sighed. I tried to get the courage to talk to her husband.

Inside, Marchel was still pondering about his actions. The knocking of the door that sounded from outside blew away his daydream. Sheila then walked into the room and approached Marchel with hesitant steps.

Marchel didn't even have the courage to look Sheila in the face.

"Sister Marchel..."

Silent! Marchel did not answer the greeting of the young girl who became his wife.

"Sister Marchel, I. I want to say something" Sheila said in a disjointed tone, without daring to look at her husband.

"Later on, Sheila... I want to be alone."

Sheila ventured to raise her head, her position still standing beside Marchel. "But, brother, this is very important. I wanna..."

"Later on!! You didn't hear me, I said I wanted to be alone?! Please understand!" Marchel yelled at Sheila loudly, making the innocent girl in great surprise. Instantly lowered his head again, with teary eyes. There was a pain that seemed to scratch, considering that Marchel had never snapped at him.

"Sorry..." Sheila turned her back, then wiped her tears and immediately stepped out. Back to the room with tears.

While Marchel, closed her eyes violently. A heavy burden that felt squeezed his chest, making the doctor unable to think clearly.

"Sheila..." Marchel muttered with guilt that gnawed at his heart.

Sheila closed the door of her room, dropping her body on the bed crying for a hiccup. Marchel's violent impact incised an indignation for him.

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With heavy steps, Marchel walked out of the room, towards Sheila's room not far from her room. Open the door a little and peek out of the doorway. Sheila was asleep in a prone position.

Marchel rubbed his wife's long hair, with a drop of tears. "I'm sorry, Sheila. I have committed a great sin. And now I'm kind of drowning in my guilt. Help me, how do I get away from all that. How can I remove it."

Marchel pulled a blanket over Sheila's body, then removed the thick glasses that were still attached there.

For several hours, Marchel was silent in the room looking at the girl's innocent face.

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The magnitude of guilt that Marchel could not bear had created a gap for both. Marchel and Sheila's relationship that had shown a lot of progress, in fact did not last long. Sheila and Marchel's relationship was as distant as when Sheila had just set foot in the house.

That morning, Sheila had already left for school when Marchel had just dropped off for breakfast.

"Auntie, where's Sheila?" ask Marchel to Aunt Yum.

"Sheila's gone. It seems like taking the bus," replied the middle-aged woman.

Marchel sipped a warm tea made by Aunt Yum, thinking of the wife who had to go to school by bus. "Why not ask for a driver?"

Marchel looked at Aunt Yum, as the woman did not answer her master's question. For a moment, Aunt Yum glanced at her great mistress, wanting to be honest, but mother's threat to drive Sheila out of the house made her choose silence.

"It seems that Sheila would rather take the bus" Aunt Yum replied

"Alright, Aunt. Just for today. Tell Sheila that tomorrow we have to get the driver."

Aunt Yum nodded slowly, "I'll tell her."

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