The Cold Wife
Chapter 19

Sweet awoke from his sleep, his eyes opened slowly to adjust the light. Several times he blinked his eyes, the room he saw was so foreign. The dominating black color made him realize that he was in the room of someone he was avoiding.

Sweet immediately got up from the bed, shaking off the rough blanket that covered his body.

"What is this, who changed my clothes?" sweet muttered when he realized the clothes he was wearing were different this morning. Sweet immediately looked for the owner of the room. The man was invisible there. Sweet's brown eyes kept moving in search of the wall clock.

"Nine o'clock?" he muttered and sat back down. Sweet rubbed his face gently. "I have not prayed."

Sweet got up and walked out of the room. A few steps, the door of the room opened. Alex came in with a tray in his hand.

"Where are you going? You're so happy you're not making anyone bother?" alex cerca. Sweet who heard that again continued his steps and passed Alex.

"Go back, or I'll completely destroy your family. You keep testing my patience, Ana. I won't hesitate anymore for this time," Alex timps down a tray on the table roughly. The girl's footsteps were restrained. Her tiny hand squeezed the door handle so strongly, and she slowly turned around.

"Return or will I force you?" Alex sat on the lip of the bed, crossing his hands. Giving a murderous look at Sweet who was still silent in the doorway.

"Where are my clothes?" sweet asked with a glare. Right now he is really tired.

"After I threw it away, it disturbed my vision. Now you're eating or I'm gonna feed you straight," Alex replied with emphasis.

Sweet lazily walked over to Alex, and sat right next to him. Alex looked at Sweet intimidatedly, but his hand moved to grab a bowl of gulaschsuppe.

"I can eat alone" Sweet said, taking over the bowl from Alex's hand.

"Well, do you think I'd bribe you? Just dream," Alex sniffed while giving a rough spoon to Sweet.

"Thank you" said Sweet. Slowly he began to eat. All of that did not escape Alex's supervision. A few times Sweet stole a glance, then cleared a little because he felt awkward.

"Taking things right after I'm done, I don't want my room to get dirty" Alex got up from his place and walked out. Sweet could only watch Alex leave.

"Dirty? What does he think I am, trash?" grouse Sweet. He placed the bowl on the tray, took a glass of juice and gulped it down to the toilet.

Sweet walked towards the walk in closet, maybe there are clothes that are more suitable for him. Sweet's flickers pass one by one Alex's shirt. Until he dropped his eyes on a peach-colored shirt. Sweet took the shirt and put it on. The shirt was smaller than the one before.

"I have to get back to that little house, otherwise they'll lock the door." Sweet ran over and out of Alex's room. As usual, the night atmosphere in the mansion was indeed very quiet, because all the residents were in their respective rooms. Sweet stepped down the stairs. His feet kept moving towards the back door.

"Where are you going?" yelled at someone who managed to surprise Sweet. The girl turned around immediately. Alex is now standing behind him.

"I want to go back to my place" Sweet said, folding his hands together as cool air touched his delicate skin.

"It's good if you know yourself, throw away the clothes, because I don't want to wear other people's used objects" Alex said, leaving Sweet.

Sweet sighed deeply, then rushed towards the small house. Sweet walks down the path surrounded by various types of flowers, such as roses, orchids and lilies. From a distance he could see the light of the lamp still burning. That means that some of them are still not sleeping.

Sweet opened the door slowly, the sound of the door clashing with the floor was clear, thus attracting the attention of the people inside. Sweet was showered by the sharp glare of the eyes of the servants who were still awake. With a short step, Sweet went inside and ignored everyone's gaze.

"Sweet, where have you been?" daisy asked softly, her eyes movingly scrutinizing the clothes Sweet was wearing. Until they were startled by the sound of the door knocking. The girl named Gilly was standing by the door. Yeah, he's the one who slammed the door. The girl's gray eyes glared away at Sweet's appearance.

"Waw, are you really shameless huh? Already thrown away, still trying to climb the bed Young master. Do you think you like you, j*l*ng," spray Gilly on Sweet. The girl approached her Master's wife with a hateful look. Playing Sweet's long hair with disgust.

"Sir will never like you, you should realize that. How'd it go, huh?" timpale. Sweet smiled faintly and pulled her hair from Gilly's hand.

"Or maybe your master doesn't look at you at all? I feel sorry for you, Gilly. You're an educated woman from a respectable family, but you're willing to drop your honor for a man who never looked at you for a second" Sweet said, rubbing Gilly's shoulder. "I'm his wife, so I have rights over my husband."

Gilly's face looked crimson, both hands clenched tightly. Sweet who saw that smiled satisfiedly. Unbeknownst to them, some of the servants smile at Gilly's dead fleas, including Daisy. They do not like Gilly too much, because of his arrogant and manageable nature. Some of them also do not like Sweet too much because of its cold nature.

"Here you go, I'm so tired of running out... Ah, why should I say that. It's a shame" Sweet said, walking into the closet to pick up her nightgown.

"Hey flirtatious woman, don't be too confident. You're just a wife on paper, so there's no need to be cocky. Even Master dumped you into this place, do I know? Everyone here is a low-level servant. That means you don't have a price in his eyes."

Sweet turned around, tightly locking onto Gilly's gaze. "That means you're also among the lowest-level servants?"

Everyone was silent when they heard Sweet's words. What the girl said is true. Gilly drops her pride to this stage, willing to be a low-level waitress for years just to get Alex's attention. But, baby, all his efforts were in vain. The man never looked at him at all.

"Gilly, Sweet, you better not keep arguing. You're interrupting their rest" Daisy said through their debate. Sweet turned his gaze to the servant who was already asleep. As for Gilly, the girl immediately went to her bed with a feeling of annoyance.

This time I lost a talaq. Maybe next time, I'll embarrass you in front of everyone, woman j*l*ng. Inner Gilly

"Sweet, you're sleeping next to me. Sorry, because only this place is empty," continued Daisy while stretching velvet ambal in the corner.

"It's not a problem" Sweet said. He quickly changed his clothes.

Sweet laid his body on the ambal, his back felt stiff because he was used to sleeping on a soft mattress since childhood. The pillow he uses is also a little hard, maybe tomorrow morning he will experience aches in the neck and back.

"Sweet, what happened to you? I saw the doctor come into the master's room, that's you who's sick? You look pale" whispered Daisy, who was lying next to Sweet. Sweet tilted his head and nodded slowly.

"My sheep are relapsing, I haven't eaten since last night. Now I'm healthy" Sweet said in a whispering voice. Daisy who heard that gave Sweet a look of pity.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm gonna get through this easily, trust me."

"I know, I could see your fight with Gilly earlier. You're the only one who dares to fight him here" Daisy turned her sleeping position on her side.

"People like him, if left unchecked will get more stubborn. Next time, you guys have to be brave" Sweet whispered with a faint smile. The dim lighting made Daisy unable to see that smile.

"Here you go, it's time for bed. Good night, Sweet." Daisy changed her sleeping position as before.

"Night," Sweet said.

The brown eyes never closed, he felt something strange. "O Allah, I have not prayed!" sweet immediately woke up. He rushed to the bathroom outside the house.

After performing the prayer, Sweet lay back down. His eyes kept glaring up at the ceiling, for a moment his mind flew out of nowhere. Sweet was pensive for a long time, but the drowsiness never came. Seconds continued to change the clock, the sky was increasingly covered in dense clouds. The sound of small animals roaring, decorate the gripping night.

"Huh, because I slept all day, now I can't sleep" he murmured. Sweet flicked the light green blanket slowly and moved from there. Sweet moved closer to the door and opened it carefully, so as not to cause noise and disturb the sleep of others.

A few seconds later, the long black-haired girl was now sitting on a garden chair. The cold night wind was piercing to death. The light-emitting lights that illuminate the back garden add to the comfortable atmosphere while sitting there. Sweet hugged himself. The leaves kept swinging as if understanding, if Sweet needed a comforter friend.

His brown eyes continued to move, looking at the rear mansion apparition. The bone-white painted wall looks charming, coupled with the reflection of colorful lights from the park makes it look alive. Inadvertently, Sweet's gaze caught a high shadow behind the windowpanes. He sharpened his gaze, but the figure passed quickly.

"Who hasn't slept this late? Is it possible the guards?" sweet muttered in wonder. He fell silent, then shook his head. Sweet came back to play with his own thoughts. The cold of the night breeze in solitude, the dark of the night in every gust.