The Cold Wife
Chapter 12

"Dad, not to the office today?" mala asked as she saw Alex wearing casual clothes. Usually Alex will still work even on holidays.

"Yes, I want to spend time with you" Alex joked. Mala laughed when she heard it.

"Alright, then Mala is ready to be Daddy's servant. But it only applies today" Mala said sitting next to Alex. Alex smiled and rubbed Mala's head gently.

"Father, you can already find a life partner. Take your mother," said Alex.

"Sorry, Dad. Mala could not forget Rudi. Mala loved him too much," Mala replied with a sad look.

"I'm sorry, if it wasn't for Dad. Your husband won't just leave" Alex said.

"No Dad, it's fate. Don't keep blaming yourself, Dad" Mala replied. He hugged Alex lovingly.

Sweet looked down the stairs. His gaze was immediately fixed on the pair of children and fathers who were making out.

"Huh, you mysterious man. Last night acting like a demon, now an angel? Very good," muttered Sweet. He also left.

"Stop!"

Sweet's footsteps were restrained. He breathed heavily.

What else is he gonna do? Inner Sweet.

"Where are you going?" ask Alex full of questions.

"Find a breath of fresh air" Sweet said without seeing his interlocutor. Mala got up from her seat. Approaching Sweet. Mala's dark eyes moved until it stopped right behind Sweet's swollen lips. Even a little blue. Sweet who was aware of it instantly closed his lips. Mala quickly pulled Sweet's hand.

"Hey, no need to be covered. What's with your lips?" ask Mala to panic.

"It's okay, maybe last night was bitten by a beast." Sweet replied with his eyeballs fixed on Alex. The man did not react at all. As if nothing ever happened.

"Of course, I have to go. I'm fine, don't worry." Sweet rubbed Mala's arm, then hurried away leaving the mansion.

Sweet heaved a sigh of relief from getting out of the mansion which always made him unsettled.

"I don't know where to go?" sweet gumam. This weekend, almost all the way full of crowds. However, Sweet continued to walk without making eye contact with the people he passed by. Until his footsteps stopped. Across the street, he saw a cafe. The girl stepped into the cafe that caught her attention.

Upon entering the cafe, Sweet was amazed. The place was so clean and quiet with an octagonal marble floor and a few lined paintings adorning the walls. Sweet occupied a round table made of dark solid wood. He ordered a traubensaft served with a mini umbrella on the edge of the glass. Not to forget he ordered schwarzwalder krischtorte, a typical German food in the form of chocolate cake coated with fresh vanilla cream with a sprinkling of grated chocolate. Do not forget to decorate with cherries on top.

"Mrs, you don't want to try our latest beer? Maybe you'll like it" bargained the waiter who delivered Sweet's order.

"No, this is enough. Thank you," Sweet replied. The waiter nodded and immediately left. The atmosphere of the cafe is still quiet. Probably because it was too early.

Sweet enjoyed the meal so calmly. His eyes continued to comb the entire cafe. Until his gaze fell on the figure who was standing in front of the cashier with a stick in his hand. That figure is so familiar.

"Grace?" call Sweet a little doubtful. The figure of the woman with the wand turned. He was looking for someone who said his name. A smile develops Sweet's thin lips. The girl grimaced a little as she felt a pain from the wound on her lips. He forgot about that.

"Grace, over here." Sweet waved his hand. Grace's golden eyes moved until she met Sweet's cheerful face.

"Sweet?" he said he didn't believe. Sweet who was happy also immediately ran over to Grace.

"Omg, we finally meet again. I miss you so much, Grace. I thought we wouldn't see each other again." Sweet flew into Grace's arms. Let go of the longing feelings for her long-lost best friend. Grace was Sweet's best friend from childhood. Both are often nicknamed D'Killer, because they have the same nature. It is cold and scary to be angry. It is rare for a man to approach them.

"I miss you too, Sweet." Grace returned Sweet's embrace.

"Where have you been? I hate you," said Sweet, hitting Grace's arm. Grace broke their arms. The two throw one another a look.

"I'm so sorry, Beib. I went on a mission. You know my job, don't you?" grace replied with regret.

"Fragile while on duty," Grace replied so casually. Sweet who heard that was annoyed.

"I'm sitting with me, you owe me a story," Sweet said, taking Grace to sit with him.

"Ok, tell me about what happened a year ago." Sweet propped up his chin. Waiting for Grace to start her story.

"Forgot my problem, what's wrong with your lips?" grace's asking intimidates. Sweet who heard the question immediately changed the look on his face.

"It was just a minor accident" Sweet replied quickly.

"Who hurt you?" ask Grace again. This time the look was so serious. Make Sweet in the fog.

"Em, that. I'm ..actually married," Sweet replied and lowered his head. Grace was not surprised.

"I know, your husband did it?"

Sweet looked at his best friend questioningly.

"No, it's not entirely my husband's fault. It's my fault for upsetting her, "Sweet replied casually.

Sorry, Grace. I don't want what happened a year ago to happen again. The man is not a balanced opponent, inner Sweet.

"No need to think about it, tell me about your problem now" Sweet said, holding Grace's hands together. Grace looked to take a deep breath.

"It's the same problem, with the same person."

"Your foster father?" ask Sweet curiously.

"Yes, he has a very cruel sister. Because of love, the sister is willing to hurt her own family. To get revenge," Grace paused the story. "Until a fierce fight occurs, many victims fall. I'm a lucky person still feeling the breath. That man is so cruel."

"Who?" sweet asked, getting curious.

"The same person, the incident happened a year ago."

Sweet. It speaks a thousand languages. That means, the man Grace told me about was Alex, her husband.

"The incident happened because of my position as a spy, I was caught and the man was very angry. He wanted to kill me, yes, it was a chronological incident a year ago. Lucky my foster father came in time and saved me. A few months ago, the man came to Indonesia for revenge. But somehow everything was fine, the man had already returned here." Grace took a deep breath.

"Looks like he's changed, doesn't bother my dad's family anymore. They're even better, and I can come back here. Meet you again, Sweet."

Sweet was silent. He hasn't been able to properly digest all of Grace's disclosures.

"Sweet, who's your husband? I want to know" asked Grace. Sweet looked at his best friend.

So he doesn't know who my husband is? Good thing, he mustn't know until I solve this problem.

"You know I'm married, and then you don't know who my husband is? It's like losing my old best friend" Sweet said, pretending to be disappointed.

"Hey, I just got back a few days ago. I went to your house, your parents said you were married and they told you not to bother you. How could I possibly know?" grace Protest. Sweet smiled thinly.

My husband is also the same person that happened a year ago, Grace.

"It doesn't matter who my husband is. If the time comes, you'll know. I'm everywhere" Sweet replied. Grace could only shake slowly.

No more talk of the past. They tell me about each other's feelings. Put out all the flavors that have been buried for a long time.