Sun Princess & Snow Prince
Episode 24 - Mesmerized By Her

~ Be careful on Ave! She really is a witch (Zaid) ~

For a moment, Ave was unaware of the attention he was getting. She has not seen Natasha who has been busy with her new project in Singapore.

"Entar had lunch with me, Ve" said Natasha, then whispered in Ave's ear. "We're eating with the Eagle."

The smile on Ave's face grew wider before he nodded vigorously.

Although the studio is quite spacious, but the room has been divided into several shooting angles with various themes, making the staff working around Natasha can see the familiarity of the two freely. Some could not hide that curiosity from the look on their faces. That includes Maya.

With courage, Maya stepped forward. "Hello, Ve! I haven't had time to say hello to you. You know Natty too, right?"

Ave and Natty both turned their heads. Their heads also equally spun back before throwing meaningful gazes and smiles at each other. Neither did I assume there was Maya smiling at them. That compact response made Maya's smile turn bitter.

"Ve, you work there. Entar was reprimanded by the boss. I have to continue this," Natasha said as she once again hugged Ave. Then the two split up, one sat back in a chair ready to be re-selfed, while the other chose to go into the other room next to the studio. While Maya stands stiffly under the gaze of all the staff. It was obvious that most were happy to see him treated that way. This time, Maya chose to step aside, heading for her own shooting angle. Of course while enduring the shame and annoyance.

"Where about Ave? She... unique right?" natasha asked as she glanced at Zaid who approached her without turning her head. A makeup artist still adds blush-on to her face.

Zaid smiled cynically. "Why? Now you want to be honest who he really is? That's why you called me today?"

Natasha's laughter broke, making the makeup artist raise her hand and rebuke her. Then apologizing, he said, "Gue is very honest with you, Id. She's a nice girl, even though that was unique."

The typical Zaid lip angle appears. "Like you?"

"really? Haha... Sorry, Ma'am... Sorry!" Once again Natasha laughed, and once again she apologized to her makeup artist. "Lagian lu, Mas. I'm called Ave. I'm like this because it's poor across the showbiz world. But if Ave is different. That girl just knew the world. Still plain. Same with me."

"Plain?" reset Zaid. He remembered Ave's lies during interviews, while working even while being a Chef in his own home. Such a cunning girl called innocently?

"Why? Don't you? I know you, because you want to squirm different girls from all the girls around you. You mostly meet Maya and the like, so your female orientation is very standard," Natasha sneered.

Zaid leaned his body, approaching. "Orientation? Isn't it wrong to talk about my orientation, Nat? You know what Ave said about my orientation?" ask Zaid slowly. But it sounds sharp and cold.

Once again Natasha was devastated. Fortunately this time the makeup artist's job was done. He seemed so relieved to see Natasha's bright face.

"Oooh that, the one about you being gay is yes! Haha... I don't think, hahaha, " said Natasha amusedly. For a moment he forgot to hold his voice.

The hand of the makeup artist who was entering the blush-on box froze in the air, he glanced at Zaid timidly making Zaid want to hide the mouth of Natasha who was still laughing. Indeed only the three of them heard, but the addition of a pair of ears could make the news viral to all staff. Something Zaid hated.

"You shouldn't call it a time, Nat. Thought real people again," said Zaid quickly. The sentence clearly relieved the heart of the makeup artist. But an amused smile surfaced on his face as he left Zaid and Natasha.

"Gue knew Ajie's son was ignorant, and they were old. But I can't believe he nularin the Ave, too. Oh my... Ave! Ave!" Natasha shook her head.

That sentence made Zaid look at Natasha full of question marks. "Friends? Aren't they cousins?"

Natasha. Remembering something. His mouth opened for a moment before repairing. "Ah yes! Oh, I forgot!"

"Is there anything you're hiding from me, Nat? About Ave. "look at Zaid.

Suddenly Natasha stood up. Step back into the white canvas floor. Don't care about Zaid anymore. "Well, let's start now!"

Calls for command were coming up, and all the staff moved back. Someone folded the dressing chair Natasha had occupied, forcing Zaid to retreat. Some people began to lift the protruding wires, while the photographer began to press the camera button again.

"Why don't you say there's this witch?" ask Ave from behind. A little bit of a surprise for Zaid. There was a pile of paper in his hand. Ave thrusting at Zaid. "It's an email from the office, ask for reply now, sir."

Zaid simply nodded and picked it up. Their eyes began to move again towards Natasha who was posing. "Magic grandmother? Natasha?" tanya Zaid repeated Ave's words.

"Iissh, open! Natasha mah the sweetest angel in the world. But that's it, Maya Michelia. The devilish demons in the world."

[A/N: The Devilish means evil! Most paliii the devil anyway.]

This time Zaid was really staring at Ave. "It's cool to give people the same nickname. Keep on what? The devilish witch in the world?"

"Eeh, call me monkey again!" Zayd began to lose his patience.

Instead of giving in, Ave returned Zaid's gaze. "It was my father at that time! Ave is just ngingetin. Forgot?"

Ave maintained her gaze as her eyes met Zaid's eyes. The entire studio seemed to disappear and there were only the two of them. But Zaid's sharp gaze slowly changed, before Ave knew the meaning of the gaze, Zaid had already thrown his face in the other direction.

"You're a match for Natty, you're a witch!" abugn. His voice sounds different. Then with a straight step, he walked into the meeting room. There was something he had to work on and it was a place that the office staff used to work.

Slowly Ave was filled with guilt when he saw the back wrapped in the gray suit. He shouldn't have said such words to his own boss. Lately Zaid's attitude towards her changed. He was still grumpy, still cold, but much more lenient. Zaid never discussed the problem of being a chef at the man's house. He also no longer demands proposals like before. He even considers Lily as his best friend, just like him. Last night after a long story about Zaid's interrogation, the Eagle also said something that made Ave thank the man.

"Your boss is so nice, Ve. You should be fine with her!"

An idea suddenly appeared in Ave's brain. Quickly, he caught up with Zaid. He had to do something to apologize.

Zaid was sitting in one of the meeting chairs. Working with his laptop. Typing and occasionally stopping to read the words he typed. Two leather dappings stacked next to him. The cold eyes were focused. Ave recalled a moment when Lily once said that her husband looked handsome while at work. Zaid also looks so handsome while seriously working.

If only Ave could fall in love with her. If only this man were as good as his brother.

"What's wrong?" zaid asked without raising his face, making Ave who was standing in front of the open door flinch. "What are you causing trouble again?" again, still typing.

Ave's mouth was open ready to reply. But he remembered the reason he had met Zaid. "Sir! We'll go back to the office, or... "

Zaid's head is raised. His eyes were on Ave. "Why?"

"Look, sir. If you don't mind, what if we have lunch at home before going to the office? It's passing too. Let Ave cook."

Zaid did not answer. He looked at Ave. Trying to read the mind of that ignorant girl. But only a pair of sparkling eyes with a childish smile were visible. Just now they were arguing again, but now the girl is offering kindness. So contrasting.

Heading back to the office if from this studio is indeed passing the road to Zaid's house. But Ave is not an ordinary girl who used to offer kindness. Zaid was suspicious.

"Ave is new. Ave knew from Mbak Jenny, Mr. Nyari Chef because the stomach often hurt. So Ave wanted to cook more nutritious and healthy food for you, ", Ave said, making excuses as he approached the chair next to Zaid.

Zaid let out a long sigh, then refocused on his laptop. As he typed he said, "My stomach hurts all night because of you."

A plate of Chicken Geprek with spicy sambal that Ave deliberately made yesterday afternoon to prank his Boss it immediately appeared in Ave's memory. Both of his hands were waving in front of his chest. "Sorry, Sir! Pardon me! Ave forgot. Really forgot Ave! Just calm. Now Ave knows. Don't be angry! Ave made some pudding this morning. Can make your stomach. Or do you want to make porridge?"

Zaid did not answer.

"Paaak, really this.... Ave really wants to cook for you." Ave's lips started to curl. Legs jerked. It is a habit to want something.

Zaid's fingers stopped moving. He looked at Ave. "You were invited to lunch with Natasha. You forgot?" It was hard to deny this request after feeling the delicacy of the girl's cooking.

Ave nods. "I. It can be later. What's important is you want to not?" Natasha must understand. Just one word to explain 'Zaid', though',

"alright. Then invite Natasha to lunch with me."

"Barength? Aaaah, no! Nay! It could be bad if he knew I was living in my dad's house! No! No need! Anyway, you do not say yes if Ave lives in the house of the Father. Please, Sir!* Please*The most handsome Boss in the world!" ave pinta. His hands were cupped in front of his nose. It was impossible for Ave to tell that to Natasha, who had always been as conservative as her sister.

There was nothing Zaid could do but nod in agreement.

"*Aaakh, thank you so much*Sir!" Then in just a few seconds, Ave unconsciously did his habit when he felt happy. Hugging Zaid's neck.

Ave's two hands wrapped around Zaid's neck before their heads touched each other softly, an ordinary movement but barely making Zaid's heart stop beating. The warmth of the hand touched around his cold neck. The gentle breeze from Ave's breath also blew seductively in his ears, leaving a sudden crashing nape. Only a split second before the owner pulled away, then left the meeting room while jumping up and down in excitement.

Zaid looked back, staring at his laptop. But the contents of his mind had already drifted out of nowhere, vanishing unceremoniously. The girl and her embrace were now firmly stuck in her brain. Even heart.

How could he be enchanted like this? There were a lot of girls hugging him. Most even beautiful models with a good body. It was just a friendship hug. It was the usual way in modern times and in the entertainment business that he occupied long before graduation. He should have gotten used to it. He should not be affected like a high school boy who stinks. He is a 31-year-old man!

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