The Cold Wife
Chapter 14

Sweet dropped himself on a soft bed. His entire body felt stiff after clearing every corner of the mansion by himself. His joints were painful and painful. Those brown eyes kept on the chandelier lights that illuminated the room. The soles of his feet he rubbed with the fine fur of a red wool carpet that added an elegant impression to his room.

"Lamp, aren't you tired of lighting up my room all the time? Even you can only remain there, without freedom. Hah, it seems like I will also be fared just like you." Sweet took a deep breath several times. Hugged himself.

I miss Mom and Dad. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I might still be able to contact them. Ah, this is all my fault.

Sweet closed his eyes slowly. He recalled his conversation with Grace before they parted this morning.

"Grace, did you keep your promise to meet my parents? You found them, didn't you?" ask Sweet expectantly.

"I'm so sorry, Honey. I don't have time to look for your parents. You saw my condition, didn't you, even my life was almost lost. Again I'm sorry, I can't keep my promise. My position doesn't allow me to search for your parents." Grace gave Sweet a look of guilt.

"I understand" said Sweet a little disappointed. Grace held Sweet's hands together.

"We'll find them, okay? Trust me, they're fine."

Sweet nodded. I hope what Grace said is true. For almost ten years he had not heard from his biological parents. It all started from Sweet's mistake to run away from home and want to go back to Indonesia. As a result, his adoptive parents immediately blocked all information of his parents in Indonesia.

"Mother, Father, Ana misses. Sorry Ana, this is all Ana's fault. Ana promises, Ana will come home and see you again. Take good care of yourself, sir." Sweet embraced the black and white portraits of her parents. Her tears just flowed, starting to wet her cheeks. Slowly he began to fall asleep in a dream.

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Alex crossed his legs and leaned back in the soft chair. His blue eyes kept an eye on the main room inside the house from behind the screen of his laptop. There saw the black-haired girl cleaning the main room. Every now and then the girl dropped herself on the couch. Wiping the sweat that continues to pour and wet the white shirt that he wears. Until clearly showing the curves of his slender body. Lucky Alex comforts all the male servants today.

Today is the last day of Sweet's sentence. Spend time at home with a lot of work. But the girl never complained once. It makes Alex wonder.

Women who are already affected with money seem to be the same. He will do everything he can to get what he wants.

That's what Alex is thinking. The man closed his eyes tightly to Sweet. He closed his laptop in annoyance, then passed towards the bathroom.

"A little bit more, Sweet. You're great!" The girl moved from the main room to the main room.

"Do I have to clean the room? Ck, I forgot to ask the butler. Mala and her mother are also not home." Sweet hesitated to enter.

"Oh, I'll just go in. It looks like he's not home either" she continued, opening Alex's bedroom door. The room was elegant with a touch of black and white, and illuminated by three chandelier lights. In the right corner there is a black sofa placed in such a way. So that it can directly show the front yard garden that is blocked by large glass windows. Sweet began tidying up Alex's king-size bed swiftly. He didn't want to linger there.

After finishing making the bed, Sweet switched to neatly arranged shelves. Sweeping invisible fine dust. Alex's desk didn't forget he cleaned it. His eyes fell on a portrait of the owner. Sweet took the portrait and rubbed it rough.

"Handsome, but sweetie cruel." Sweet put the portrait back on the table, and went back down the room. Until his small steps came to a halt in front of a silver-colored steel door.

"Lift, is there another room? Why so suspicious?" muttered Sweet while pressing the red button

There is only a red button. The door opened quickly.

"It's not wrong if I go in, maybe there I need to clean up." Without a second thought, Sweet got into the elevator and pressed the red button again. The elevator began to move, Sweet looked up.

"It doesn't seem to go upstairs?" muttered. The elevator is a device that connects the basement. Not long after the door opened again. Sweet went straight out of there. However, how surprised he was when he saw that the room was filled with paintings. All the walls are filled with paintings of a beautiful woman.

A large painting depicting a beautiful woman drinking tea in the garden managed to attract his attention. His fingers began to touch the face of the woman in the picture.

"Very beautiful, this painting is full of interesting artistic, not easy to imitate. Looks like the person who painted this is wearing deep feelings." Sweet was amazed by the painter. The girl went back down the room and occasionally clucked in awe. His eyes began to catch a canvas still perched on the easel.

"Why do I feel familiar with this painting?" tanyakanya. His fingers were about to touch the object before a burly hand held it.

"How dare you come in here and touch what's not yours? By whose order did you enter?" Snapped Alex who had been there since when. Sweet's surprised not playing.

"A .. I thought this was your special workspace, so I came here to clean it up. Awh, pain ..remove." Sweet tried to take his hand off Alex's powerful grip. Alex deliberately pulled the girl's arm so that there was no distance between the two. Sweet's tiny body suddenly stiffened when he came into contact with Alex.

"Nobody ever dared to go into my room, and you went into my secret room secretly. You want to steal, huh?" accuse Alex of being full of emphasis. Sweet rebelled and slightly stayed away from Alex.

"I told you I don't know if ...."

"Get out!" Alex yelled that managed to make Sweet stunned. Sweet immediately ran away from the place.

"Damn!" alex was so frustrated while shuffling his coarse hair.

Alex is stuck in the bathroom because the door is jammed and can not be opened. So, he didn't know if Sweet entered his important room. When he came out, how surprised he was to see that his bed was neat. Alex immediately looks at the CCTV and gets Sweet to enter the secret room.

Sweet walked out of Alex's room in a mess. He doesn't know if it's Alex's secret room. Sweet stepped towards the kitchen. Put back the tools he used to clean the house in place.

"Huh, you make maslah, Sweet." Sweet was sitting limp in the chair. He was really angry at himself for being so careless.

"Sweet," called someone who managed to make Sweet jump in shock.

"Sorry, I don't intend to surprise you" said Milan sitting next to Sweet.

"It's okay" Sweet confirmed his sitting position.

"Milan, have you ever been in Mr. Digan's room? Aren't you his wife?" The question Sweet asked was enough to surprise Milan. Then, the middle-aged woman gave a crisp laugh.

"What are you thinking? I'm not Alex's wife, and I'm Mala's real mother, but not her. No one has ever been allowed into Alex's room, he doesn't like to have his privacy compromised by anyone else" Milan said.

They never married? And then have children together? Huh, beyond a doubt. Sweet muttered in his heart.

"really?" sweet asked, getting anxious.

"What's wrong? You're starting to worry about him?" ask Milan full of questions.

"Ah, no." Answer Sweet quickly.

"Did something happen to Alex?" ask Milan who still keeps curiosity.

"No, I think I should go to the room. My body is so sticky and I have to take a shower." Sweet got up from his seat and walked slowly to the room.