The Cold Wife
Chapter 52

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"Miss, the car's ready." A middle-aged man slightly bowed. Salute a woman who is his superior.

"Thank you" said the beautiful woman in a toska-colored pashmina. He got up from the chair and walked out. The middle-aged man followed him from behind.

The brown-eyed woman continued walking without paying attention to the surroundings. He even ignored the employees who gave greetings. The sound of high heels that he was wearing gave an elegant impression on him. Anyone who saw, would be dazzled because of the aura of beauty that he had.

Then, he stopped his steps when he saw a tall man standing in front of the entrance. Not forgetting a bouquet of red roses in his grasp.

"What are you doing?" ask the woman in wonder. The man never got tired of doing strange things to attract his attention.

"Waiting for my wife, is that wrong? It's a gift from me" the man moved closer. And gave the bouquet to the woman.

"I'm allergic to flowers" said the woman as if she was not interested in the gift. The man seemed accustomed to his attitude, as he seemed relaxed in response to the woman's cold attitude.

"Sir, take me to the hospital first." The woman moved towards the car that was already standing in front of the door.

"My wife, I'll be waiting for you tonight."

The woman did not respond to the man at all. Ask the driver to leave the company immediately.

"Miss Sweet, the two Young Masters are already waiting for you at school. Is it better to pick them up first?"

"No need, I want to meet my daughter first. After that we pick them up," said the woman who is none other than Sweet.

Sweet did change his appearance by a hundred percent. He decided to close the aurat four years ago. After giving birth to her three children. Sweet gave birth to three twins. Two men and one woman. For his first son he named Alfarez Zephanio, the second son named Alfarel Zephanio and a daughter named Alexa Zephanie.

Sweet is completely changed, even his cold nature is increasingly becoming. Everyone felt uneasy when faced with him. Even Lady Sasmitha herself could not melt the heart of her granddaughter. Since Sweet knew she was pregnant, her nature can no longer be controlled. In fact, not infrequently he locked himself in the room, to talk only so reluctantly.

"Good, Miss."

Sweet stared at the road that was almost filled with four-wheeled vehicles. His current home is very different from Germany. Vehicles in Germany can be counted fingers, in contrast to the city he currently lives in. A big city in Indonesia, namely Surabaya City. The atmosphere feels hot and dense, even congestion is not uncommon. Because of the round-trip access of the workers of large corporations.

Thirty minutes passed, the vehicle Sweet rode was parked in front of the hospital that read Adi Husada Cancer Center (AHCC). Sweet sighed heavily, then decided to directly get out of the car. His heart ached every time he entered the hospital specifically for Cancer patients. The shadow of her daughter's pale little face continued to fill her head.

Alexa, Sweet's daughter who is currently suffering from chronic lymphocytic leukemia stage three. The little girl chose to stay in the hospital. Many times Sweet persuaded him to be treated at home. However, the little girl inherited her stubbornness. Very difficult to set up and firm on stand. Eventually Sweet gave up and let her daughter stay in the hospital for a few months.

Sweet is greeted by a beautiful nun named Clara. The young lady smiled kindly. "Mother Sweet, since morning Alexa is waiting for Mom. My daughter is still asleep."

Sweet was silent for a moment, "thank you for taking care of my daughter, Sus."

"Together Mother, let me deliver."

Sweet followed Sister Clara's footsteps. The move grew heavier as she approached the room where her little daughter was being cared for.

"Please come in, Buk." Sister Clara opens the door for Sweet.

"Thank you" said Sweet, entering the room with a sick feeling. Especially when seeing a little girl lying weakly on a gurney filled with various types of dolls. The two tiny eyes were still closed, revealing a face full of tranquility.

With great care Sweet sat down next to his daughter. Not letting the little girl wake up. Until the clear circle also glides, wet the cheeks.

"Sorry," that's all Sweet can say. He also kissed his daughter's forehead with tenderness.

Slowly the lashes move, to show the color of the sea is so beautiful.

"Mommy" he said, smiling happily. Sweet looked at his daughter's face so deeply.

"Mommy don't cry, Lexa doesn't like." The tiny hand moved to wipe Sweet's tears away. The three-year-old girl was indeed quite good at saying words. Anyone who met him would be delighted and amazed. Besides being smart, he was also quite friendly to everyone. Sometimes Sweet felt confused, the nature of who inherited his only daughter. Even his age was far from decent to understand all that.

"Is it still sick?" tanya Sweet rubbed the tiny hand of Alexa attached to an infusion needle. The little girl shook her head with a smile.

"Lexa doesn't hurt, does Mommy. Oh yeah, Arez and Arel didn't come? Lexa misses."

Sweet shook his head slowly, then kissed Alex's cubby cheek lovingly.

"Had Mommy said, Lexa's only been treated at home. To play with them, would you?"

Alexa shook her head slowly, "here's better, Mommy. There's Sister Clara, there's Umi Ara as well as Ichal's sister who always comes to see Lexa and also other friends. At home, Lexa doesn't know who to play with. Mommy is busy, Opung is also busy, Brother Arez and Brother Arel are also often busy themselves."

Sweet fell silent, what Alexa said was true. Since they were born, Sweet has been busy working. He did it all to support his three children. Sweet doesn't want them to feel like life is hard. From then on, Sweet decided not to get in touch with Alex. Even the man never came, or simply looked for it. The feeling of love that was once present has now turned into a deep feeling of disappointment. For four years, Alex never showed up or just met him.

"Mommy don't worry, because there's a super hero who always takes care of Lexa. Every night, superheroes read Lexa fairy tales." Sweet was quite shocked to hear his daughter's confession. She looked at Sister Clara for answers.

"Sorry, Buk. He is one of the donors here. He's a pretty nice guy, and he's a tourist. He also came to see Alexa. I dare not forbid, because Alexa is also very happy when he was present. We guarantee the safety of Alexa. Disinterested people are not allowed to enter" explained Sister Clara.

"Why not tell me first? I should have known as a parent about this first. What if that person had the intention to harm my daughter?" This time Sweet was really stirred up by emotions. He was just afraid that something would happen to his daughter.

"Sorry, Buk. Next time I'll tell Mom first." Sister Clara is down. He feels guilty for Sweet as Alexa's parent.

"Mommy, don't forbid Superhero from coming here. Lexa likes Superhero," whined Alexa while pulling Sweet's arm.

"Lexa, you told me not to get too close to strangers. Have you not heard Mommy's words?"

"Lexa, Mommy's sorry. Mommy's just afraid of losing you, Mommy's sorry." Sweet kissed the back of Alexa's hand gently. His tears trickled back, his heart completely breaking to accept all the life fates that were complicated enough to live alone.

"Don't forbid Superhero from coming, Mommy. Lexa likes Superheroes," whined Alexa again. It made Sweet frustrated.

"Alright, but Mommy has to meet that guy. To ensure your safety," said Sweet gave up on his little daughter. Alexa looked happy, and nodded enthusiastically.

"Suster, please call that guy. Tonight I want to see him" Sweet told Sister Clara.

"Good, Buk. I will say," said Sister Clara. You can see the happy look of Alexa's beautiful face. Unlike Sweet, he felt anxious and worried.

"Darling, Mommy has to go. Take care of yourself, okay?" Sweet pecks both cheeks of Alexa.

"Mommy wants to pick up twin sister?" ask Alexa with a plain look. Sweet smiled faintly while nodding slowly.

"Mommy will be back after work" Sweet said, hugging Alexa affectionately. Alexa nodded, then kissed Sweet's cheeks so friendly.

Sweet with a heavy heart left the hospital. The longing for her child has not been treated enough. However, there are still many other things that he needs to finish.

"Sir, get the kids. Then back to the office." Sweet turned his face out the window. His mind retreated back to the memories of a few years ago.

It has been two months since Sweet was in Indonesia. Strange things happen to him often. Sweet kept waking up from his sleep, due to excessive nausea. Almost ten times he kept pacing to the bathroom. Only the liquid comes out. Sweet thought the nausea was caused by her stomach acid relapsing. But something was different, Sweet felt something was strange in him. He felt a bit fat and his stomach was slightly bulging.

"It feels strange," he murmured as he rubbed his stomach slightly raised. He also often feels pain in the chest.

Sweet walked slowly towards the table located in the corner of the room. Then grab the calendar, look at the rows of numbers and count them one by one.

"Oh my God, I haven't come to the moon for two months. Is it possible...." Sweet hung up his words and touched his stomach again.

"I'm pregnant?" he continued with a feeling of uncertainty. But the memory in which Alex often asked for rights to her, corroborates all the current allegations that are still blurry. Feeling tired, Sweet chose to go back to sleep.

The next day, Sweet came to Grandma. To ask about alleged problems about pregnancy. With doubt, Sweet went into Lady Sasmitha's room. Sweet was quite shocked, as Madame Sasmitha had been waiting for him since. Their eyes met and locked on each other.

"Sir, there's something Sweet wants to talk about." Sweet opened the conversation.

"Grandmother wants to talk to you about something, sit down." Lady Sasmitha walked towards the sofa, then sat there. Then pat the empty part of the sofa, asking Sweet to sit next to him. Sweet complied, and sat down next to Grandma.

Lady Sasmitha leaned over her body slightly, picking up an envelope with a hospital logo that she had placed on the table. Then give that thing to Sweet. Sweet was confused.

"Is this Grandma?" ask Sweet curiously.

"Open up and see" the grandmother ordered. Out of curiosity, Sweet immediately opened the contents of the envelope. Take out a piece of paper, and read the contents of the letter carefully.

Initially, Sweet was silent, his eyes kept blinking and rereading the lab results that were intended for him.

Sweet was speechless, the contents of the letter as if slapping him in a row. In the letter, she tested positive for pregnancy. Sweet's tears shed, and unconsciously his hand returned to the stomach.

"Sorry, Grandma didn't mean to hide any of this. Your situation at that time was quite chaotic, Grandma was afraid of something happening to you because she was shocked to hear this news... There's no need to fear, there's Grandma and Bian here. We will always be there for you, and also your child's future." Mrs Sasmitha pulls Sweet in the deck. Let Sweet spill all the aral in his heart.

"Why is he present at a time like this, Grandma?" sweet exclaimed unable to endure the pain in his heart. It is not pregnancy that makes her sick. But his relationship with Alex is currently on the brink of collapse. Then the angel was present in her womb? Is he that strong?

"God's destiny will never go wrong, it may be that the presence of a little angel is able to repair your relationship. Grandma is angry at your husband. But Grandma won't let Grandma's great-grandson not have a father" said Madame Sasmitha rubbed Sweet's back.

Sweet fell silent, trying to understand all of Grandma's words.

"Go back, explain everything. Grandma's sure she'll listen to you. Your mood is bad, therefore there is nothing good you receive. Grandma felt her mood had improved, go back and speak slowly. Someone has to budge between you."

Sweet withdraws from Mrs Sasmitha's arms. Looked at Grandma's eyes for a moment.

"But, from the beginning he didn't believe in Sweet, Grandma. He believes in others more, than Sweet does as his wife." Sweet crying bitterly. The shadow in which Alex snapped and gave a rough treatment was twisted back in memory.

"All that happens because you guys solve problems with hot heads, equally hard with each other's stance. Did you explain everything that happened?"

Sweet shook his head, because in reality Sweet left without explaining anything to Alex. Sweet is too egotistical, wanting Alex to trust him without an explanation.

Lady Sasmitha sighed heavily upon seeing Sweet's inertia.

"Now, call your husband and apologize to him. Don't worry about who's right and wrong, because all of that will only make the atmosphere worse." Lady Sasmitha gave a sincere smile.

"There's no need to worry about Bian, Grandma going to deal with him."

Sweet was still speechless, pondering over all the Grandmother's advice. Right, now things are different. The child in the womb needs a father. Honestly, Sweet misses Alex all the time. But his ego is too big to admit it all.

After much thought, Sweet returned to the room. It's time to call Alex. And told of the presence of the little angel, the fruit of their love.

Sweet opened the nightstand drawer, picked up his phone that he hadn't used for a long time. Sweet charges his lifeless cell phone. After a few minutes, the smart thing lit up. Sweet's heart rate is starting to irregular. She was not ready to face her husband.

Sweet was stunned, so many notifications of incoming messages in his contacts. His hand started to shake, and slowly opened his phone. His irises widened, as he looked at anyone who sent him a message. Almost all of his co-workers in the office sent him a message. Including Grace, the woman also sent something to him.

With hesitation, Sweet opened one by one the contents of their message. Sweet's heart stopped beating. Almost all of the messages contained bad news about Alex. Even Sweet's tears were back to slide. All of the messages were about Alex's marriage to someone else. Of course the toughest blow for Sweet.

The sensitive situation also makes it easier for Sweet to get angry. In a fit of annoyance, Sweet pulls his phone and throws it away. Now the phone is completely lifeless and unsure if it can be repaired. Sweet shouted in frustration. Heart's broken. The hope he had built collapsed without a remnant. Disappointment and hate filled his heart.

"You're a bastard, Alex. I hate you!" Sweet shouted as loudly as possible. Then he dropped himself on the floor, and cried bitterly. The consciousness within him began to diminish. The bright light started turning black.