The Cold Wife
Chapter 18

As usual, Sweet served her husband breakfast. The two locked their mouths. Alex's blue eyes kept a close eye on his wife's every move.

Why is this girl not complaining one bit? I put him in a small house. Is that not enough? I think I'm going to add to this game.

"From now on, the kitchen, master room and main room will be the responsibility of this woman. No one can interfere, all chefs do not need to work for a while, the problem of salary will still get them. For those of you in charge of the main hall are free to help others except this woman. He'll do it alone, without rest." Obviously Alex is at length.

"Ah, one more. Take my lunch to the office on foot. I don't like weak waiters" he said.

Mala and Milan who were there were shocked. The two immediately looked at Sweet who was pouring coffee into a glass. The girl had no expression at all.

"Dad, isn't that excessive? What if Sweet wants to pray or eat?" mala protests.

"It's his business, if he feels smart then he will get time to rest" Alex said casually.

"Sweet, eat first" Milan told Sweet.

"No need, he must save time." Refute Alex. Once in a while Alex glanced at Sweet, the girl still had a flat face with no expression.

Sweet sighed heavily, his appetite instantly disappearing. After finishing serving Alex, Sweet rushed towards the main hall. He wants to get all his work done quickly. So that his worship time is not disturbed. Sweet was quite uncomfortable with the clothes he was wearing at the moment. Too small and form part of his body.

"Sweet, eat first" said Milan to Sweet carrying a tray of bread and a glass of milk. Sweet was shocked, he looked around the room.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Alex." Milan put the tray on the table, and asked Sweet to sit down. Sweet obeyed Milan's orders.

"Eat quickly," Milan gave Sweet jam bread, "don't worry, he did it because he was upset with you. You're the first guy who's hard to manage, he doesn't like that."

"Thank you" said Sweet, staring at the bread slowly. The hunger has changed. Sweet does have a history of stomach pain. Every morning, he always had breakfast. While this morning, he was late for breakfast an hour plus last night he also did not touch the food. The pain in his stomach began to feel. Sweet ignores all of that.

"I believe you, Sweet. You're a good boy" continued Milan. Sweet put the rest of the bread back in the dish and sipped some milk. The pain in his stomach becomes more and more if he continues to eat.

"Thank you, I have to get on with work." Sweet got up from his seat. Resuming his job. Starting from tidying and cleaning the sofa, wiping the table and mopping the floor. Sweat began to wet Sweet's entire body.

Milan who had been watching Sweet, immediately felt sorry for the girl. Have patience, Sweet. I'm sure you can melt his heart. Inner Milan.

An hour passed, and Sweet went to the main room. With doubt, Sweet entered Alex's room.

Is that guy inside? Ah, I don't think so. It's office day, he's gone. Sweet turned the door handle slowly. He put his head in a little to peek.

Thank goodness he doesn't exist. I need to get this job done quickly. Inner Sweet, he went straight inside.

"Why is his bed so messy?" sweet muttered while tidying up Alex's bed.

"Ah, my stomach hurts a lot." He complained while pressing on the stomach. Sweet sat on the bed. He was no longer able to stand. Cold sweat began to wash over his face.

"No, Sweet. You can't be weak" he said, waking up. His hands moved back to make the bed. After that, Sweet went to a row of book closets. Almost every book there is about business. Sweet was a little interested, he picked up one of the books and read it.

"Dare to touch my stuff?"

Hearing that voice, Sweet jumped in shock until accidentally the book he was holding fell. Quickly Sweet picked up the book and put it back into the closet. Surprised, Sweet does not realize that Alex is now nearby. The man is now standing behind Sweet.

"I never allow anyone to touch-" Alex's remark was cut off because Sweet suddenly turned around and the girl's face hit the chest of her field. The bodies of both of them suddenly stiffened, an awkward atmosphere occurred again.

"You like her so much?" Alex finally opened his voice. Sweet who realized immediately pushed Alex's body and away. A red hue was clearly imprinted on his face. The girl was embarrassed.

Hah, why does he look so innocent? Is he acting in front of me again? alex grumbled in his heart.

"I'm-" Sweet felt the heat in his heart. His breathing began to choke and felt very nauseous. His view is starting to become unclear.

Alex who saw Sweet's strange gurgle began to worry. He could see a grain of Sweet's sweat. Alex was about to ask, but the girl started to lose balance. With a swift Alex holding Sweet's petite body.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" alex asked pat Sweet's round cheek. The girl's eyes were closed with her mouth constantly moving without a sound. Without a second thought, Alex lifts Sweet's body, putting him on the bed. It makes Alex stupid.

"Why are you quiet Alex, call the doctor," he muttered as he grabbed his phone on the nightstand. He began to contact the Digantara family's personal doctor.

"Come to my place now?" alex orders someone behind the phone, and just hangs up. Alex stared at Sweet's pale face, a little pity probing his conscience.

"What you're thinking, he doesn't deserve your pity, Alex. He deserved it" Alex protested to himself. But still, pity again infiltrated his conscience. Makes the man frustrated.

Fifteen minutes later, a handsome blonde doctor walks into Alex's room. The man with gray hair approached Alex. Then his gaze turned to the figure lying weakly.

"Hurry to take care of him" Alex told the man with the status of a doctor.

"Who is he? Your stash?" ask a man named Ansel. He was the personal physician of the Digantara family, after his father retired. Ansel is Alex's friend.

"Don't say much, do your job." Upset Alex. Doctor Ansel immediately checked Sweet's condition. The man seemed to have breathed a few times.

"You're rich, but you're very stingy with your servants. He has a stomach disease, looks like he's late for a meal or maybe you didn't feed him?" replied doctor Ansel.

"Who is he? Why is it in your room? It's so rare, you might even fall for a waitress. But this girl is quite sweet and her appearance is attractive" he continued. Alex, who heard that, was upset.

"Stop talking, give me some medicine." Alex pulls Ansel's doctor away from Sweet.

"Wow, you're overreacting, bro. She's beautiful and attractive, but I'm not interested in a waitress."

"She's my wife, not a waiter. Quickly give me the cure," Alex said. Doctor Ansel was quite surprised to hear Alex's confession. He never heard of Alex's marriage.

"Wow, did you marry a girl to be a servant? You're a really mean man, Alex."

"Stop talking, I'll keep your mouth shut forever if you still talk a lot" Alex said. Doctor Ansel chuckled at the irritation in Alex.

"Alright, give this to him morning and night before eating. Do not let your wife eat late or eat spicy and acidic foods. Let him rest for a few days, don't keep torturing him. Don't be so cruel, just torture him in bed." Ledek doctor Ansel who returned to upset Alex. He also gave Alex medicine.

"Go, I don't need you anymore."

"No need for you to drive out, I'll go alone. I don't want to see your hot scenes anyway" said Ansel, who passed away. Otherwise, he would have gotten a terrible reward from Alex.

Alex sat next to Sweet. His hands moved to get rid of the haircut that was blocking the sweet face of his little wife. The girl continued to mutter indistinctly.

"Mom.." The weak voice made it out of Sweet's mouth. His thin lips continued to move as if they were about to speak. Alex kept watching Sweet's pale face.

"Based on a weak woman" Alex recalls. Unknowingly, his hand moved to rub Sweet's head.

Alex watched Sweet's entire body, the clothes the girl was wearing looking wet with sweat.

"You don't deserve to wear these clothes" he continued, opening one by one the buttons on Sweet's uniform.

Fifteen minutes later, Sweet has changed clothes. There was not a single woman's clothes in her room. Alex had to put on his shirt. The outfit looks oversized and too loose for Sweet's body size.

"I think you're so funny when you dress like this, Ana." Alex muttered little. A small smile began to rise at the end of his lips.