Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Exercises

"Wake up!" Rayhan's clasping voice boomed on that sunny morning. Sheila sat on the green grass, in the garden behind the house. Just got hit by Rayhan's punch on his right arm, which made him have to fall there. They were practicing martial arts that morning.

Sheila got up, getting ready to attack. Serving punches and kicks repeatedly towards Rayhan, but everything can be deflected by Rayhan very easily.

"Why is your strength that weak? You suck so bad! How can you protect yourself from those people if you're this weak?" Rayhan continued to scold Sheila who was unable to even break through Rayhan's defenses.

From behind the window, Mr. Arman stood with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Rayhan and Sheila down there.

"They're always training when there's free time." Aunt Yum came with a warm cup of tea and a snack for Mr. Arman.

Mr. Arman let out a long sigh, watching Sheila who looked so hard to deal with Rayhan's attack. Sheila fell down several times, but Rayhan forced her to stand up.

"I felt Rayhan was very hard on Sheila" he said without letting go of the two men.

"But for these four years Rayhan has been keeping Sheila very well. She didn't give Sheila any room to be sad." Aunt Yum stood at the big window. "Pity of the boy. It took him a long time to forget his son's death."

"Yes, I can still see the rest of the sadness in his eyes. But, it's time for him to return to where he came from."

The practice continues with shooting practice. Rayhan didn't even care that Sheila looked exhausted. Wearing glasses and ear protection, Sheila took aim at several glass bottles that were placed at the end of it. Rayhan even used a real firearm in training Sheila.

"Be aware that your shot missed one bullet. I'm punishing you for running around the field!"

Sheila fell silent, trying to concentrate on aiming at the one bottle that was on the other end, in order to avoid punishment.

"Concentrate, aim right!" he said while correcting the position of Sheila's arm.

Dor's!

One shot broke a glass bottle, so the fragments scattered. Makes Sheila breathe a sigh of relief. Here are the next few shots that hit the target.

Ah, I survived the punishment! in the inner Sheila.

"Good!" rayhan said, handing Sheila a bottle of mineral water. "Now rest fifteen minutes! Then we continue with archery practice!"

Rayhan coded a few men standing in the corner to get closer. "Please clean up those broken bottles" he ordered some of the men.

Sheila dropped her body, sitting on the grass while gulping down her mineral water. Look at Rayhan who is preparing a tool for archery training. Rayhan and Shanum are very different. If Shanum pampered him so much with affection, then Rayhan was very hard on him.

Rayhan did not even hesitate to punish Sheila to run around the field if he made a mistake during training. However, when he was not training, Rayhan remained like his best friend during High School and transformed into a brother who sucks.

A slightly hard pat landed on the shoulder, Sheila was so shocked, because Rayhan was suddenly beside her.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing!"

Rayhan rubbed Sheila's back, "You should get ready to meet your uncle, Mr. Herdian."

"I don't care about him. I'm gonna kick him out of the company and put him in jail, once the evidence of his involvement in my father's murder and Shanum's brother is gathered."

"He's slippery like an eel. You'll have to use bait to catch him."

"Calm down, brother! I'm not Sheila the geeky girl anymore."

"Yes, but what about your heart? I feel like you're still fragile."

Silence, Sheila did not reply, making Rayhan immediately stand up from his seat. Glancing at the clock on his wrist.

****

"Dad called?" rayhan asked shortly after entering a room.

"Sit down!" mr. Arman said, making Rayhan immediately Rayhan sitting in a chair opposite to his father.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Rey... Don't you feel like you're being so hard on Sheila?"

Rayhan let out a long sigh, "Father... Look how Brother Shanum treats her like a princess. Shanum's brother spoiled him too much until he became weak. He couldn't even fight back when the other students at school used to prank him."

"Yes, you're right but you're too hard on him."

"No, Dad! He needs that. To be the heir of the Darmawan Group, he must be a strong man. The fact that he is the son of Lord Surya Darmawan alone will not be enough, to be able to make him stand on his own feet."

"Well, where is he now?"

"I'm punishing him."

Mr. Arman rounded his eyes to hear his son's words. "What's? You punished him?"

"Yes. The arrow missed. So I gave him punishment. He's practicing Wushu upstairs."

Mr. Arman leaned his back on the back of the chair, taking a deep breath.

****

News of the return of the sole heir of the Darmawan Group from abroad spread so quickly. The top brass of the giant company had prepared a welcoming party for the child millionaire.

Many people are so curious as to whether the form of Qiandra Sheila Darmawan that makes people nervous. Of course, being the sole heir of a company like Darmawan's work makes one wonder. Guess how much wealth that big company.

The invitation has spread in various circles, including all people who work under the auspices of the Darmawan Group. No exception two handsome doctors who work at the hospital owned by the Darmawan family.

"The welcoming party." said Willy while reading the contents of the invitation. "In a few days our curiosity in that little boss will be fulfilled."

"You're coming?" ask Marchel.

"of course. I'm really curious how our boss is." Willy grinned at the thought of how the figure of the 21-year-old girl who had recently been very excited about it. "What about you?"

"I'm not interested. I have a much more important job" Marchel replied in a lazy tone.

"I know it's better for you to find Sheila than to welcome the big boss. You've been looking for him for four years like a madman. But we are obliged to come. You know how Mr. Arman is."

"I don't care, Will."

"Aren't you curious about the Qiandra?"

"No!" Marchel answered briefly. To him looking for Sheila was more important than just making small talk coming to a party whose contents were definitely just a bunch of sycophants.

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