Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Everything Has Returned to Its Place

This morning was more beautiful than the previous day. The news of Sheila's second pregnancy was welcomed by everyone. Especially the Little Michella who was impatiently waiting for the birth of her sister. Michella's condition is much better than before. The little girl was even allowed to eat ice cream that had not been allowed by her father.

Now, everything has returned to its original place. Marchel remained at Cipta Harapan Hospital as a cardiologist. While Doctor Willy has been appointed as the head of the hospital owned by the Darmawan family.

Mr. Arman is retired and enjoying his old age. On the other hand, Rayhan is believed to hold the highest power in the company Darmawan Group representing Sheila.

Audry has been sent abroad by Sheila to undergo treatment. Sheila gives whatever is necessary as long as the woman is abroad. While Maya, after a long drama that became a punishment from her past mistakes, thanks to Rayhan's help, she was able to resume her education.

That morning, it was eight o'clock, but Sheila was still coiled under the blanket alone. Pregnancy this time made her very spoiled and a slacker.

As for Marchel, early in the morning the blind had already disappeared from the room. I don't know where and what.

With a fluffy smile, a man was struggling with important activities in the kitchen. Like a master chef, Marchel was trying to make breakfast for his wife. Wanting to make amends for Sheila's first pregnancy alone, Marchel now wants to pay for what she's been through. Replacing the pain he once incited accidentally by giving the wife more attention to the mother of his children.

Wearing an apron and a cookbook, Marchel furrowed her brows reading the words written in the book. Never touching anything that dealt with the kitchen made the doctor confused himself. He glanced at the material he had just taken from the refrigerator with a puzzled look.

"Wash all the ingredients and cut into pieces." murmured lightly while reading the instructions in the book. Marchel washed and cut the ingredients small, until the knife unconsciously sliced his own finger. "Law... My finger!" Marchel immediately washed his hands and took the medicine plaster in the medicine box.

"Now, heat the frying pan." Although confused the man still took the pan and placed it on the stove that had just been lit. "Then how do I know the pan is hot or not? Yes, I have to touch it. Enough fingers to sacrifice."

A few minutes later, smoke began to appear. Marchel was panicking. He turned off the stove and flicked his hand so that the smoke would soon disappear.

The mother who saw the smoke from the kitchen immediately went to the source of the smoke. Worried if his house gets burned. "Marchel, what are you doing?"

"I'm making breakfast for Sheila, Mom."

"Make breakfast? What breakfast?"

"Fried rice. He really likes fried rice made by Aunt Yum. So I want to make it." Marchel replied trying to hide her panic.

"Let me make it," mother bargained.

"No need, Mom. Just let me. I can, just relax."

"All right."

The middle-aged woman also left the kitchen, heading to the family room where she used to play with her favorite granddaughter.

While in the kitchen, Marchel continued her cooking drama.

"Enter enough oil." Marchel thought for a moment. "What is that enough? Half a liter or a liter? Why doesn't this book explain as much as it does?" The doctor was starting to get angry with the book he was reading.

Confused, Marchel finally put in a little. "This is how it was. I'll add less later."

The stove is back on. Moments later, after believing the oil was hot, Marchel put several ingredients together in a frying pan. Occasionally he seems still confused reading the instructions from the book. However, her desire to make Sheila happy by giving her more attention trumps everything.

"Enter the white rice, and stir until all the seasonings are evenly distributed." While clucking Marchel stirred his fried rice rice rather loudly, so scattered everywhere.

A few minutes later, the fried rice with a slightly dark color in some parts was finished. Marchel stared at the fried rice with a face full of questions. He compared his fried rice with the picture in the book. "Wait, why are the colors not the same? The one in the book is a little red, and I've made it a little black in some places. The cooking and the season are the same."

He re-examined the book, looking for the name of the author listed there. "I feel like the clues in this book are like the misguided clues that Willy taught me. Thankfully, Willy was a doctor. Otherwise, I'd think this book was written by Willy."

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"Good morning, honey!" Marchel emerged from behind the door with her own fried rice breakfast menu. He even forgot to open the apron that was still attached to his body.

Sheila flicked away the thick blanket that wrapped around her body, as it smelled an unpleasant scent that suddenly wafted in the room.

"What did Brother Marchel bring?"

"I cooked you fried rice. You really like fried rice. Because it's a weekend and I'm on vacation, so I made it."

Sheila confirmed her position and sat leaning on the bed. She looked suspiciously at her husband's face. "Sister Marchel can cook?"

"Is it hard to cook? There's a guide book. It's just that the color is a bit different from the one in the book." The man took the plate containing the fried rice.

The smell of the dish even made Sheila feel nauseous. And its rather dark color convinced Sheila that Marchel's fried rice was charred.

"I'm a bribe?" bargain Marchel.

"No want! It smells bad."

Marchel sniffed his fried rice while thinking hard. "No, it smells normal. Probably the effect of pregnancy. Open mouth! I'm a bribe."

"No want! Brother Marchel try first, if it's good then I'll eat."

"Well, look, I'm eating!" Marchel stuffed a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth. And, his eyes were perfectly rounded when he felt that fried rice was torturing his senses. However, with great difficulty, the man swallowed it.

"Hows it? Not delicious?" ask Sheila.

Marchel grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down to the toilet glass. His eyes turned red because of the strange taste of his cooking.

"cn .... Honey, I think it's pretty good. It's just that the salt is mostly and a bit charred. Hehe... How about I get you another breakfast menu?"

"If it feels like it's messed up, then what's good enough?"

Marchel placed the plate filled with fried rice on the table, while pursing her lips. "I'd like to be like Dimas in a novel Not Ordinary Marriage. He's a perfect husband in the eyes of women."

Sheila let out a long sigh hearing her husband's words. But in my heart there is happiness. Because since her second pregnancy, Marchel became very considerate and pampered Sheila. A very different condition from her first pregnancy full of struggle.

Even Marchel was willing to do whatever the wife wanted to fulfill her cravings.

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