Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
To hell with Willy and his Everything!

You don't show too much that you're aggressive. Relax slightly! If you directly attack the Bermuda triangle, it's suicide, you idiot! Say the words love and love. That way he will hand over his Bermuda triangle to you willingly.

A whisper of the occult flashed back in Marchel's mind. The man was sitting leaning back waiting for Sheila who was still in the bathroom.

Not long after, Sheila appeared after her pajamas. Marchel only glanced with her eyes tails. Pretender-pretty. Occasionally glanced at Sheila who was combing her long hair.

Patience, Marchel!!! Willy said women would be long if faced with a mirror. But we're going to sleep, why is she dressing up?

Seconds by seconds Marchel counted, it felt so long Sheila in front of the mirror but never finished. Marchel was tired of waiting.

"Sheila what are you doing in front of the mirror why so long?" chirped Marchel unconsciously. He immediately smothered his mouth with his palm.

"What's? Why why?" Sheila looked over with a questioning look.

"Em. hehe, no! I mean what are you doing in front of the mirror?"

Sheila showed me the comb in her hand. "The hairbrush."

Just brush your hair long. Basic lady.

Standing up from her seat, Marchel approached Sheila who was still at home in front of the mirror. Without a word he held Sheila and took her to bed.

Fuck Willy and all his chatter. I don't care anymore!!!!

*****

The sun began to show its light, when in a room a couple was still wrapped in a thick blanket. It seems that Sheila is still reluctant to wake up from her sleep, fatigue due to fulfilling her obligations as a wife is still felt.

As if he was not bored, Marchel constantly stared at the face of the woman he was holding. His hand continued to play on that face that to him was so adorable. Kiss after kiss continued to land on his smooth face.

Sheila wriggled softly, stretching her hand upwards. The scent of musk emanating from Marchel's body seemed to become opium and put him in the most comfortable position.

"Good morning, dear." A gentle kiss on the forehead made Sheila close her eyes again.

"Emmm... I still want to sleep" Sheila said in a hoarse voice. Even as Marchel roams the land of her opposites, Sheila is still reluctant to open her eyes. He buried his face in Marchel's chest.

"The sun has begun to rise. He said he'd go swimming."

"Awhile more! I'm still tired" Sheila said with her eyes still closed. He felt Marchel's hand exploring as he pleased. "His hand please condition Mr. Marchel...!"

Marchel smirked, but his hands did not stop exploring, he touched whatever he wanted. "My hands don't have brakes. How'this?"

****

Almost a week the couple enjoyed the beauty of the Maldives. Sheila was tidying up her clothes and stuffing them in a suitcase. They'll be back the next morning.

The phone rang aloud as a sign of an incoming call. Sheila immediately grabbed the rectangular-shaped flat object. It appears on the name screen of the mother who is making a video call.

Sheila answered the call immediately. There was Chella crying. Even her eyes had been puffy because most were crying.

"Mother.." call Chella.

"Chella why are you crying?"

"When do you get home?"

Marchel who had just walked into the room immediately approached when she heard Chella's voice.

"Tomorrow, Honey. Patience, yes..." Sheila tried to persuade the crying little girl.

"Go home now, Mother!"

"Yes briefly. But don't cry anymore... I'll bring a lot of ole-ole. Chella would, right?"

Suddenly the little girl's cry stopped hearing that her father would bring her a gift.

"Baby dede?"

"Yes, baby Dede. But don't cry, her chest hurts again."

Chella looks wiped her face. Hearing the father's blind promise made him happy. The little girl was thinking about bringing her little baby sister along once her parents returned.

"Yes, now Chella is silent." said Sheila.

"Yes, Mother!" answer with passion.

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