The Cold Wife
Chapter 7

Sweet should have known that he was on the verge of destruction. Of course, because his life is now in the hands of a cruel man. The girl grew up in a harsh environment, now her life will continue to be surrounded by real violence. I wanted to scream and run as far as possible. All is free, it can not be separated from the shackles that continue to bind it. Living life sincerely is his choice. He will not complain or protest. God will always be there for her.

"Mom, Dad. Did you have breakfast today?" sweet asked after a short silence. He was astonished at both his parents. Usually in the morning the house is empty. But this time it was a little different.

"Yes, Sweety. Sit down," said Charlote pulling up a chair for Sweet.

"Thank you, Mom." Said while sitting. He flipped the dishes and started pouring his favorite salad. Sweet does not like German food. She misses her mother's cooking in the village. In fact, not infrequently Lyla makes a typical Indonesian breakfast such as fried rice and sambal balado.

"Sweety, Alex asked you to move into his house. Daddy agreed to that," Jeremy said after breakfast.

Sweet was a little surprised. He took a deep breath and swept his lips with a tissue. Then his brown eyes moved to look at Jeremy.

"Can I refuse, Dad?" sweet asked so casually.

"No. Mommy will help you prepare," said Jeremy smiling faintly.

"Thank you, Dad. I gotta go, there's a little business." Sweet got up from his seat. He immediately left the mansion.

"Look at your daughter, she's just like you."

"She is also your daughter, though not our flesh and blood. She looks more like you," replied Charlote smiling spoiledly.

"Of course, we raised him. It's not wrong if he looks like me" Jeremy continued proudly. Then the two resumed their respective activities.

With a feeling of chaos, Sweet wears Alex's luxury building. Each wall is filled with abstract paintings. In fact, Sweet himself did not understand the meaning of the irregular painting. The feet entered the elevator. He pushed the button to go up to the top floor. The company owner's special room.

Arriving at the top building. Sweet walked into a room. Before he was stopped by a woman dressed in sexy clothes. "Sorry, Miss. You can't go in."

Sweet looked at the woman with a sharp look. He did not break the ban.

"Miss, please stop. Sir is in a meeting," exclaimed the woman, continuing to hold Sweet's steps.

"What's up, Jenny?" ask a man of stout stature. Who else if not Josh.

"Oh, Young Madam. What do you need here?" ask Josh. Suddenly the woman named Jenny was surprised, because she heard Josh's call on Sweet.

"Where's your boss? I want to meet you?" ask Sweet flat. His feet stepped back. Opening the door of the company owner. Alexsander Digantara's.

"Mrs ..." Josh's speech was cut because Sweet had already entered. The man did not dare to enter. Because he didn't get permission from Alex.

Those beautiful brown eyes pierced sharply at the majestic man sitting with a woman.

"Come out, we'll continue later." Alex told the woman to leave. Without many words, the woman passed. However, when passing Sweet. He deliberately grabbed the girl's shoulder. Sweet was very surprised by the attitude of the woman.

"Sit down" Alex told Sweet. However, the woman looked indifferent. He grabbed his bag. Get something out of there.

Plaque!

Sweet throws their rough wedding book on the table.

"This marriage is not legal! I'm a Muslim, I need a legal guardian to get married. A Muslim has a rule in marriage, not just a signature on paper." Sweet's words are full of emphasis.

Alex smiled at him. He got up from his seat. Approaching Sweet who was possessed by anger.

"I know that, whatever the reason. You're still my legal wife."

Sweet clenched both his hands. Alex smiled happily at Sweet's annoyed face.

"I ...."

"My wife, you met your husband in the morning. Do you know the duties of a wife?" Alex intentionally cuts Sweet's speech.

The girl's chest went up and down. Resisting the emotions within him.

"I'm not your wife" this time Sweet softened her voice.

"Josh, take Young Madam out. I'm busy today" Alex told Josh, who's been waiting at the door. The man walked in and approached Sweet.

"Come, Madam." Josh leads Sweet out. The girl no longer reacted.

"Wait!" Alex managed to stop his second move.

"Although you got the title of Madam Digantara. Remember your position, nothing more than my toys. Anytime I can throw you away" Alex smiled bitterly.

Sweet who heard that immediately rushed away with a blank look.

"I can do it myself" said Sweet, shaking Josh's hand off his arm. The man bowed slightly to apologize.

"Tell him, I never wanted this position." Sweet rushed off. Leaving Josh still standing in his place.

It seems like Madam is not what you think. Never mind, this is none of my business. Inner Josh.

On the way home, Sweet pondered. She kept thinking about all the quiet things the man who was currently her husband had. Even the wedding is uncertain. This is not his wish. Sweet always dreamed of being able to get a man who loved her wholeheartedly. The man who will take her away from the shackles. Free to scoop fresh air anywhere and anytime. But all that is gone. A dream is a dream, just a sleeping flower that is difficult to touch.