Replacement Bride
What's wrong with you?

"Alex, I want to work!" Zoya again made a statement that Alex had repeatedly refused for the same reason, he did not want his wife to be exhausted.

In a room with a giant glass window, Alex stands behind Zoya who is still whining about working. Alex closed his eyes for a moment and lowered his shoulders feeling inexhaustible to his wife who should feel happy because she no longer needs to work, just need to sit sweetly waiting for the transfer to enter his account, but not Zoya Khanza.

''Honey, I beg you not to discuss the same thing first''

Alex held his voice trying to stay in his consciousness because today he was quite tired of his work not to mention when he came home from work to their home, he had to face the crowded streets, for what reason, because of what, he also does not understand.

''You just have to agree, right!'' regardless of what demon possessed Zoya's body, this time she even dared to raise her voice at Alex who was already very patient with her.

Alex is still quiet, he's still trying to keep himself calm, but BALM! zoya's words after her made Alex instantly twist his body and stare intently at his wife.

''Surrender, agree or not! I will continue to work, not in your place, but in the same place as my friends!''

Their eyes met in the air, long enough the silence occurred but then Zoya left their room just like that after a face-to-face clash by Alex. ''It's back!'' call Alex but Zoya doesn't listen at all.

''Zoya!!''

Felt his call was not at all idakkan, finally Alex raised his voice up an octave and it can be heard by Zoya who had stopped his steps for a moment but a moment later he continued it again.

No, Zoya did not leave the house but instead she went to the kitchen to wash dishes that were even clean and had been arranged on a special small shelf. Washing her back is not without reason, yes it is a form of salasatu woman when she is angry.

Zoya also does not understand why she is very sensitive lately but considering the date of her friend who will be the arrival of monthly guests, it is on schedule tomorrow he came month.

Alex walks quickly looking for Zoya's whereabouts, and slices her eyes at Zoya who is washing something in the sink there with a slight slamming while putting the item that has been in her wash.

''What is it with you ?'' Alex asked firmly but Zoya just kept quiet as her hand shook the sponge to wash it on the clean plate.

''Zoya I asked?!'' alex's big hand pulls a little rough on Zoya's arm in order, Zoya faces towards her who is asking.

''What!''

''What?''

''Yeah, what else? what was my speech less clear?'' Zoya puts down the dishwasher sponge and washes her hands then leaves from there leaving Alex who still does not understand with Zoya's annoying attitude.

''Jeez..

''Why is she now such a bitch, Alex muttered quietly, but like the ears of a mouse hearing the voice of a hunter, Zoya answered her with a shout.

''Yes, I am a bitch!''

Alex's eyes widened, amazed by Zoya's extraordinary hearing, but she muttered very slowly. ''How can it be?''

Feeling unsatisfied talking to his wife, Alex returns after Zoya who goes to their room. Like a rat and a cat, Alex continues to follow where Zoya is going only to finish the unfinished conversation.

''Don't come any closer! I'm a bitch! you don't have to bother following such a shitty woman like me !''

''No, baby, it's not like that. Fine, fine. You don't have to be angry anymore okay, now tell me what you want''

Just now Zoya is about to open her mouth, again Alex cuts her back. ''Except for work, all I will grant''' Zoya again put her upset face.

''You're selfish!'' Zoya pulls the blanket and covers her entire body. Alex sighed heavily and then went from there to make a coffee that he rarely even consumed, but now he needed the caffeinated beverage.

'Do I have to allow it? but I don't have the heart if he feels tired if it's not tired with me'

Alex sipped his homemade coffee that felt bitter in his senses. Jakunnya fruit up and down also taste the bitter of black coffee without a grain of sugar. Repeatedly he breathed into the air feeling he had not found the right words to say to Zoya so that his wife understood what she meant.

His hand reached into his pants pocket and took the device out of there, pressed a 'Mark' contact and then he pressed the call word and then he put it close to his earlobe.

Not waiting for a long call was connected and get the advice of his best friend as well as his personal assistant and his representative in his company.

'What's wrong, Lex, don't you know the time, it's too late' Mark said in an exasperated tone.

''Mark, my wife today is so strange, even she dares to raise her voice to me,''

Not caring about Mark's feelings of resentment towards him for interrupting his break, Alex instead tells him what happened to Zoya.

'Elevate his voice?'

''Yes, I am also confused, do you know the reason?''

'Lex she's your wife, not my wife. If he acts like that only you know'

He said that then immediately disconnected the phone without permission to Alex. Alex is not angry he just clucked because Mark did not understand what was really happening.

In an apartment, Mark, who had just woken up to get a phone call from his boss, thought something was an emergency, but was concerned about household problems, Mark could no longer sleep.

He went from his bed to the sink in his little room, washed his face and went to the refrigerator to get a canned drink.

Somehow Kiandra's face suddenly flashed in her memory. 'lho why is she?' Mark threw out what came.

But the look on his face that suddenly changed after receiving a call, made Mark not stop thinking about it. 'What was that call from her boyfriend? is he actually fighting with his partner?' Mark kept guessing something that wasn't real.

His hand picked up his playbook which he placed on the kitchen table set next to his refrigerator, his eyes squeaking as it turned out that there was a missed call from Kiandra's number.

'He called me?' mumbling again.

With a finger hesitating to press the phone back or not, or, finally with eyes that he closed finally by itself his thumb pressed the green icon to contact behind Kiandra's call that he did not answer.

'Inactive?'