Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Unstrong

Sheila sat daydreaming at the table of the servants in the kitchen with the food in front of her. The girl chose to eat at the servants' place, knowing that her mother-in-law did not like her. However, not a single spoonful of food had entered his mouth. Since then the girl only stirred her food with a spoon, due to loss of appetite.

"Sheila, eat a lot, yeah... If Marchel finds out you ate a little, we could all get angry" Aunt Yum said when she saw Sheila was reluctant to eat her food.

"I'm not hungry, Auntie."

Aunt Yum approached the poor girl, scrutinizing her thin face and puffy eyes.

The girl again cried sadly until a hiccup so that her tears fell on her food. "I'm going home, Auntie. I don't want to live here! Why doesn't Brother Marchel let me go back to my house. I can take care of myself."

The middle-aged woman hugged the girl, stroking her long brown hair affectionately.

"Sheila's....You're married to Marchel. There's no way Marchel would let you stay alone." Aunt Yum tried to comfort Sheila.

"Sister Marchel will have to marry me, Auntie. Brother Marchel loves Brother Shanum, not me. I don't want to be someone else's burden."

"Already, Sheila. Everything's gonna be fine. Now, eat, yeah... Did you make any other food?" persuade Aunt Yum followed by the headband of Sheila. The girl began to spoon the food into her mouth, but had not had time for the food to enter her mouth, a whisper was heard in the kitchen. The spoon in Sheila's hand fell onto her dinner plate.

Mother walked in with haughty steps and her hateful gaze. Sheila immediately wiped her tears and fixed the position of her glasses.

"Does the madam need anything?" ask Aunt Yum to her employer.

"I want tomato juice" replied the mother with her eyes fixed on Sheila.

"Okay, Madam! I'll make it." said Aunt Yum.

"No! I want this kid to make it."

"But, Mistress... Sheila's having lunch and..." Aunt Yum hung her words because it was immediately cut by her employer.

"I don't like to be disputed. Tell him to make tomato juice for me" he said.

Sheila lowered her head holding back the tears as if forcing her out.

"Well, Mom!"

The innocent girl stood up from her seat, her hands trembling withstanding the fear of her fierce mother-in-law. Sheila opened the refrigerator and took some fresh tomatoes to juice.

A moment later, the middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen to the living room, where she used to relax. Aunt Yum immediately approached Sheila who was washing the tomatoes.

"Sheila, just eat first. Let auntie make the juice" said Aunt Yum, rubbing Sheila's shoulder.

"Don't, Auntie. If you know, then your aunt can get in trouble. Let me just."

"But you haven't eaten a spoonful at all."

"It's okay, Auntie. I'll get used to it slowly." Sheila then made the tomato juice with a sad feeling. Shanum's shadow is back. How tender and loving her sister was, like a mother. Never make juice, touch items in the kitchen never. Shanum treated Sheila like a princess. He was so happy with his beloved sister.

Aunt Yum rubbed the young girl's shoulder, "Patience, yes... One day the madam will definitely be able to accept your presence in this house. It's just a matter of time. Maybe the madam is still saddened by Shanum's departure."

Shela nodded her head slowly, "Where should I bring this juice, Auntie?"

"Usually the Madam is in the living room. During the day this is usually the mistress watching gossip shows on tv. Just take it there."

"Mom, here's the juice" Sheila said as she placed the juice on the table.

Mom takes her eyes off the tv and picks up Sheila's juice. The woman glanced at Sheila with her eyes tails. "Did you make this juice?"

"Yes, Mom!" he replied while nodding slowly.

The middle-aged woman also tried the juice that Sheila had just made. His face instantly changed when he felt the red liquid pass through his throat.

"What'sthis? Why does it feel like this?" mom's snapping makes Sheila jump. So surprised, the tray in his hand fell to the floor and broke scattered, making Mother increasingly black.

"Sorry, Mum...!" As much as Sheila's energy to hold back her tears so as not to fall. The girl immediately crouched down picking up the fragments.

"You really can't do anything. Even juicing you're not a dick," cried mother. "Geez, what kind of mistake have I made in the past that my son married a girl like you."

Sheila's heart was as in a withering heart mercilessly hearing her father-in-law's piercing speech. Tears that had been resistant had finally fallen as well. Aunt Yum who heard the commotion immediately ran out. Sheila was down there picking up pieces of scattered glass. Hurriedly, the woman immediately approached Sheila and helped her pick up the shards.

"Don't help him!" snapped Mom. "let this stupid kid do it himself. Making juice alone can't, let alone the others! How can you be a good wife?"

With an annoyed face the woman left the living room and immediately entered her room by slamming the door hard. Sheila was shocked again. Really, that innocent girl was really scared.

Aunt Yum rubbed the girl's long hair. "Have it, let Auntie do it. Go back to the room."

Sheila was still sobbing while picking up the broken glass. "It's okay, Auntie. I can do it. I'm sorry."

After finishing cleaning the broken glass and throwing it into the trash, Sheila rushed towards her room.

The girl dropped her body on her bed. Lamenting his unfortunate fate.

Why does all this have to happen to me. My parents, my brother, they all left me. And now, I have to live like hell. I just want to die, inner Sheila.

Sheila continued to cry shedding her sorrow. Even the poor girl had not had time to eat a mouthful of rice.

Before long, there was a knock on the door in his room. Aunt Yum entered the room with a tray of food. He sat on the lip of the bed, gently rubbing the girl's hair.

"Sheila eat first, yes." said Aunt Yum, putting a tray on the nightstand.

"I'm not hungry, Auntie," she replied making Aunt Yum smile faintly.

"A bribe-aunt only, yes... You should take medicine. If not eat how to take the medicine. Marchel's gonna be pissed if she finds out you haven't taken the drugs."

"But Brother Marchel won't care, Auntie."

Aunt Yum shook her head slowly, caressing Sheila's face. "Who said Marchel doesn't care about you? Auntie knows Marchel very well. Aunty who raised him and considered Marchel like an aunt's own son. And so did Marchel. Auntie knows she cares about you. Now, let's eat!"

Aunt Yum began to feed Sheila. The girl still feels lucky. At least the servants in the house were being kind to him among the house dwellers who seemed hostile to him.

I'm going home. I'm not strong living in this house. Inner Sheila.

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