The Cold Wife
Chapter 30

Sweet comes out of the bathroom and looks fresher than ever. The tiny body was only wrapped in a knee-length kimono. Sweet circulated his gaze, there was no longer any figure of Alex there. There was only a towel left on the bed, as well as the man's coat on the floor. With Sweet casually tidying up the messy room, he knew Alex was doing all this on purpose.

Within minutes, the room was clean and clean. The girl also changed into a sleep suit. Then continued his intention to perform Isha's prayer.

As Sweet was about to leave the room, he was startled by the ringing of a cell phone. But the sound of the ringtone was not from his phone, and so unfamiliar. Maybe it belonged to Alex. Sweet stepped quickly toward the source of the voice, his eyes immediately fixed on the black cell phone belonging to her husband which was located on the nightstand. The screen of the phone was filled with a photo of a beautiful hijab woman, with the name 'Nissa' listed there.

Waitaminute! Why is that face so familiar. Where have I seen him? Inner Sweet while continuing to pay attention to the woman's face. Until the call stops on its own. But the picture in Alex's phone is still with the same person, the hijab woman who made the call. Sweet returned Alex's phone back where it was. Then step away from the room.

"You know, I almost starved to death waiting for you." Omel Alex when he saw Sweet just showed up. Cherry and some waiters are serving Alex. Gilly and Daisy's servants were there. Sweet stared at the wonder of the dining table which was already filled with various dishes.

"I'm not asking you to wait" Sweet said, sitting to Alex's right. He saw a small bowl of fish soup.

"Eat," Alex orders Sweet.

"So, tomorrow I have a photo shoot in Rothenburg, I'll probably spend five days there." Cherry smiled with happiness.

"Shooting? Since when did you become a model?" ask Alex wonder. Sweet chose not to meddle and enjoy the fish soup casually.

"I got an offer, by any chance, didn't I? My dream is truly fulfilled" Cherry replied enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, Sweet. I heard you wanted to be a doctor, that's a very noble ideal."

Sweet raised his head, glancing at Cherry and Alex alternately. Reluctant to respond to the words Cherry. Alex was also quite surprised to hear Cherry's words.

"I also heard you're good at medicine. Is that true, Sweet?" ask Cherry enthusiastically. Sweet cleared his throat in response.

"Continue eating, Cherry. Let him eat quietly." Cherry who heard that instantly silent a thousand languages.

After dinner, Sweet returned to his room. Stepping surely towards the balcony which is blocked by sliding glass walls. Not interested in going to sleep. Sweet shifted the wall slowly, a gust of night wind instantly greeting his face. Sweet inhaled a deep breath of air, feeling a cold touch sip down to the bone. He pushed his foot forward a few steps, met the glass and stopped there. His brown eyes continued to spy far away on the courtyard which was only illuminated by a few lights. The black hair continued to wave as it was exposed to the wind. Sweet quite enjoyed the calm atmosphere.

Sweet didn't realize that Alex was watching him from the inside. The man moved slowly closer to Sweet, clutching the wife's slender belly. Spontaneous Sweet instantly turned around, in shock. Until his forehead hit Alex's field chest. The girl immediately looked up, giving an annoyed look.

"Detach," insists Sweet rebelled from Alex's grip. But the man did not give any space for Sweet to escape. Pushing Sweet's tiny body to hit the barrier glass.

"Someone called you, a woman named Nissa." Sweet turned his face away as Alex removed the distance with him. The man immediately walked away when he heard Sweet's words, and left without a word. Sweet heaved a sigh of relief, because regardless of the man's support.

Sweet hugged himself as the gusts of wind grew colder and rattled his tiny lips. Sweet chose to enter, not forgetting to close the glass wall door slowly. His steps were slightly stifled as he saw Alex so frustrated while staring at the phone. Until their sight is locked.

"Why haven't you said that since?" furious Alex. Sweet frowned confusedly, not understanding Alex's question.

"He called me an hour ago, you just told me that." Alex looks very upset.

"I don't know if that woman is very important to you" Sweet said casually. He moved towards the right side of the bed and dropped his back there. Alex didn't say a word at all.

Sweet pulled the blanket and laid down, as the night wore on. But only a few seconds, Alex again pulled it and back in its original position. Sweet was shocked. "You're crazy!"

"You're mad at me?" alex asked who managed to link the two eyebrows of the girl. I don't understand the question Alex asked him.

"You jealous?" alex timpal. Makes Sweet hear it. Of jealousy? Is he kidding? Since when did the girl add the word jealousy in the dictionary of her life?

"Me?" point Sweet at yourself. Alex nodded slowly in response. Seeing that, Sweet snorted angrily and chose to go back to sleep with Alex on his back.

"No need to hesitate to say you're jealous, honey. I'm so happy to hear it" Alex said confidently. Sweet who could still hear it rolled both his eyeballs off guard. The old man is getting crazy, Sweet thought. Those round eyes closed, ignoring the man who had already made his head almost break. Choosing to fall into a dreamland.

Alex, who had no response from Sweet, lay down. He shifted to approach his little wife, until the chest of the field touched Sweet's back. The burly hand moved to grip Sweet's slender waist. There was no rejection at all. Alex slightly raised his head to look at his wife's face. It turned out that the girl was actually already drowning in a dream.

"What if another life were present here, maybe you'd be easier to manage." Alex muttered as he stroked his wife's flat stomach. Smiled faintly, then drowned in a beautiful dream.