Sun Princess & Snow Prince
Episode 22 - Between Two Knights

~ No desire to be a knight, until faced with another knight... or a wooden cutting board? ~

The young man's face was actually mediocre. The skin tends to be brown, only it is quite clean. Both from unwanted feathers and acne scars. The curves of his face are also handsome and at first glance he looks like an advertising model if polished a little. His height was also over 175 cm and his body was clearly well trained. Wide and firm shoulders are the proof.

If this young man proposed to be a model, Zaid would immediately consider it. If he is able to follow directions, he can easily appear in one of The Crown's advertising products.

From the beginning, Zaid had already suspected that. But if it wasn't for Jenny being convincing, she wouldn't have accepted him as the cook in her house. Now it proved to be his conjecture, after hearing the Eagle's confession.

"Really, Sir. I was disguised as a cook. Who prepared and cooked everything Ave," he admitted firmly. Shameless before ending. "I'm sorry!"

"Why?" ask Zaid coldly.

"Because Ave needs my help. He wanted to work as your cook, but since he was already on staff in your office, it was obviously impossible. He asked me, so I helped" replied the honest Eagle. He knows, it's useless to lie to this expressionless man.

Zayd remembered something. "Are you also the one who delivered the food to the office and to the studio that day?"

The eagle nodded with a faint smile.

"Are you the one who met him at the apartment? Men helmeted?"

Eagle's forehead wrinkled. He tried hard to remember and finally nodded. In the heart of the Eagle began to read the intent of Zaid's question. This man is interested in Avelia. Even if he doesn't admit.

Zaid stared hard. "You guys dating?" ask without hesitation. He no longer wanted to be upset because this question had been lingering in his heart for days.

A small laugh appeared for a moment on the lips of the Eagle. Head shakes. "No, Sir. Obviously not. Whenever, we remain friendly. Yes like that. But more than that, for me Ave it's already like a sister."

"Sister? Until you want to help him lie?" tanya Zaid is getting colder.

The Eagle's face turned serious. He knew Zaid was angry and now his answer was risking both of Avelia's jobs.

"I apologize personally and also on behalf of Avelia. But look, sir... Ave needs a lot of money. A great deal. That's why he worked so hard. If I could lend it, maybe we wouldn't have to lie to you. I beg you not to fire Ave. It's not just his fault. He just had to."

Zaid's eyes blinked. Trying to digest the Eagle's explanation. The money? Again, money matters. Ave who always counts strictly for everything. Ave is always looking for opportunities to make money. The person before him probably knew the real reason.

"How much debt? On whom?" ask Zaid again straight to the point.

Eagle gawking. Meanin?  A reply appeared in his brain. Uh. Zaid thinks Ave owes him a debt. He put both his hands on the table.

"Sorry, Sir. Maybe you should ask Ave for an explanation directly. But like this. if you intend to pay the money needed Ave. Trust me it's free. I'm afraid he'll just dodge and leave. Ave is not the type who likes to ask for free. He always wanted to try himself. That's why I want to help like this. It's not because I can't help him with that kind of money, but because he wants me to help him like this."

Zaid. Just staring at the eagle. Waiting for more explanation.

"Ave loves to cook. It's not a job for him. But hobbies. The food also knows for yourself. It's amazing, right? There's no harm in letting him keep doing it. I guarantee it," said the Eagle with a wide smile.

Zaid. "Is he really the one who cooks?"

Eagle nodded. "Yes, and honestly I'm also happy to be able to play a part. I can eat well every day. Ha ha ha. "the laughter of the Eagle was only fleeting before it disappeared upon seeing the look on Zaid's face.

The face was still as before, even colder. Zaid's eyes were even darker after hearing the Eagle's last sentence. Eagle's heart is not tasty.

"Don't tell me anything about our conversation today. Let me and Ave do it" said Zaid flatly.

"But, Sir... He's not gonna get fired, is he? Can you at least let him keep working another 10 months?" ask the hopeful Eagle.

Zaid's forehead is wrinkled. But then he replied still in a flat tone. "No, he's not gonna get fired."

The eagle held his chest. "Thank God, thank you Mr. Zaid. Huff!" Dealing with a cold guy who doesn't talk much like Zaid is really not easy. The eagle now understood why Avelia was so careful. He did not want to ruin Avelia's plan when his own plan depended on the girl.

They parted after the Eagle glanced at the watch in his hand and asked for permission to prepare for work. Zaid looked a little shocked at the original profession of the Eagle. An apartment guard. Suddenly, all of his confidence returned. Her lips lifted slightly as she watched the Eagle leave the cafe. Zaid returned to the office. He is not working, but at the moment he does not want to go home and make Ave surprised.

Zaid decided to go home for the night. According to the schedule he had arranged beforehand with the Eagle. Back home again. Cluster security was confused to see it back and forth. But he didn't say anything.

The house was quiet as usual. There was no sound like a few hours ago. No more pungent but delicious smells. Also the voice of the half-singing shouted in an indistinct tone. There's not all of that. There is only calm.

From the kitchen window, there is a small pavilion separated from the house reserved for the cook. There are actually two rooms. One for the housekeeper. But Zaid chose to use a Cleaning Service company that comes every 2 days. Zaid doesn't like too many people at home.

The lights in the small pavilion were lit up. Someone is in it. Zaid knew it was Avelia. The girl must be interested because she can stay for free and do the job she likes. Let it. As long as I can help him. Zaid will follow his game.

Zaid put the bag on the chair and opened the pink rice hood on the dining table. A fragrant aroma invaded his nose. Shrugging his taste. Chicken geprek, vegetable spinach, sambal, sauteed eggplant and another... Zaid opened the wrapper from the banana leaf, paying close attention. Oh this pepes knows.

Zaid's hands grabbed the spoon and began to taste it one by one. That girl is really good at cooking. For women whose mouth is more spicy than sambal, he turned out to have advantages as well.

Relax Zaid towards the fridge, wanting to grab a cold drink. But he was stunned in front of the open refrigerator.

There are rows of clear boxes filling the refrigerator section which is usually empty to jump. It contains ingredients and seasonings of food that is ready to cook. Some of the vegetable material has even been cut. When Zaid's hand opened the freezer, the same row of boxes were also visible. The difference is this is a side dish.

Zaid had not lost his admiration, as he closed the top of the refrigerator. There's a menu plan in a week. It turned out that the girl could also arrange her cooking plan much better than organizing her work schedule in the office. Maybe Ave is not suitable to work in the office. It is much better to work in the kitchen.

But the girl needs her help. Zaid wants to help him. Only he doesn't know what to do now. Working in two places like this doesn't make the girl tired?

After taking a bottle of mineral drink, Zaid chose to wash his hands and eat right away. He was too fond to let the still warm food become cold. He also loves to waste the food that is served neatly. Unknowingly, Zaid had already spent it all.

The cuisine that Ave served was actually a regular home-cooked meal. But Zaid so remembered the late Grandma and Mama. The food that Grandma or Mama used to serve for him is food like this. The food was ordinary, but nutritious with a familiar taste on its tongue. Cuisine that reminds him of his good childhood. The times when she felt Grandma's home as a real home. The house that later became the legacy of Mama.

After eating, Zaid decided to go up to his room. Shower and change clothes. When he came down again, all the dirty dishes that had been scattered on the dining table and abandoned by Zaid were no more. Everything's on the dryer shelf. In a clean state. The kitchen and dining room lights have been turned off.

It seems like Ave has planned everything well. It's barely even visible. Zaid exhaled. Nod in understanding. Then he went back up after making a cup of coffee, straight to his study.

A few hours passed, but Zaid started to get sleepy. The work he had to check was also done. The glass is empty. So while checking all the doors, Zaid intends to go down to the kitchen and as usual fetch a bottle of mineral water to stock later tonight in the room.

Because he had memorized the ins and outs of his own house, Zaid did not feel the need to turn on the lights. He chose to go straight to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water. He opened the refrigerator when...

Bugghs!!

"Thou shaw!" shout Zaid. Something that hit his head. It was quite loud and it was still floating again. Zaid dodged, while retreating. Trying to balance his body with a head that feels spinning, while looking at who just hit him, while avoiding objects that are still directed at him.

*"Th! Uhh! *Because of you! It's kena!" yelled the person who hit him. kept pressing forward with the box-shaped object hovering.

"Hey! OI! It's ME!" yell Zaid as loud as possible. He stayed while stepping back, but eventually fell.

When Zaid felt he could no longer escape. The kitchen lights suddenly lit up. A girl stood with her hands still attached to the switch, looking at her in shock with her mouth wide open. There was a large wooden cutting board in his hand, still in a position ready to be smashed at anyone approaching.

Zaid sighed. His head should be dizzy. Talenan of that size...

"Sir Zaid?" tanya Ave looked timidly approaching.

Zaid lowered his dizzy and aching head. Damn this girl! Zaid's hand could feel that there was flesh protruding at the end of his forehead now. He was worried that if he stood up suddenly, he might fall.

"Who do you remember?" ask Ave again. This time he squatted near Zaid with his hands resting on the wooden cutting board. Zaid. Then looking at the cutting board, he once again stroked the lump that appeared again.

"Lost memory, right, sir? Who do you want me to be, right?" ask Ave to make sure. His face is getting closer. When Zaid raised his head, the girl looked at him fixedly. "Don't you remember? Thank goodness!" he said while massaging his chest repeatedly.

Zaid narrowed his eyes. "You think such a cutting board can make people amnesiac,* hah*? It could break my head! My head hurts!"

Ave folded her lips, holding back a laugh. Try hard to stay quiet.

"What are you doing anyway? Tau-tau play a hit. Who did you forget this is his house?" nagging Zaid while standing. Fortunately, he was still able to stand up well. Ave retreated towards the refrigerator.

While walking towards the dining chair, Zaid was still holding onto his sick forehead. He leaned against the chair, until a few seconds later a cold object was placed on his forehead. Zaid opened his eyes and saw Ave watching his face while twirling a cold egg on his forehead that began to change color.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boss is handsome. Ave was unintentionally. Ave really can't remember."

"What are the nights in the dark kitchen?"

"Why did you go into the dark kitchen?"

"This is my home, my likes. I used to take a drink at this hour, "sarge Zaid was upset.

Ave's lips curled sadly. "Yes, sorry. Means Ave was wrong. Ave who shouldn't have appeared in the kitchen. But Ave wants to prepare the ingredients for breakfast tomorrow. Afraid of not being able...* Ups!*" Ave's hand shuts her mouth.

It seems Ave just remembered. Zaid shouldn't know about his whereabouts. Zaid shouldn't know that he's the cook now. But...

"Udaub... I already know. Just get it tomorrow. It's night. Now sleep! I want to sleep too!" Zaid stood up and moved slowly towards the stairs. His forehead is much better. Not as sick as before.

As Zaid was in the bathroom to check his forehead in the mirror, someone was heard knocking on the door. Zaid who deliberately did not close the bathroom door shouted to allow. He knew it must be Ave.

The girl walked in, carrying a tray containing a small towel and a small basin. There was also a bottle of mineral water with the glass. Without saying anything, Ave placed it next to Zaid's bed and left it just like that. Zaid stood in front of the bathroom, watching him until he came out again.

After that, Zaid took a small towel and put it in hot water in a basin. He lay down and put the warm towel on his forehead. Uh, convenient vlog*i! The pain is reduced.

But instead of getting angry, Zaid's lips formed a smile. The longer the more amused. His smile turned into a small laugh. That girl is ridiculous.

The next morning, when Zaid had finished breakfast and was having morning coffee reading the news on his tablet, Ave asked, "Sir, look at the wooden cutting board last night?"

Without looking at Ave, while raising his coffee glass and sipping it, Zaid answered briefly in a very calm manner. "I threw it away!"

Ave looked at him with a hissing mouth...* issssh! The evil!*

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