Sun Princess & Snow Prince
Episode 31 - Changing His Face

~ Changing face without expression is easy, picture only! (Ave) ~

"It's all done."

That's all Zaid said when Ave found him sitting in his study checking his laptop. Hazmi and Jenny are also nowhere to be seen.

"They've gone home" Zaid replied shortly, without raising his head.

Ave's lips pursed. "But told to go home anyway, sir? It's not a work day either."

This time Zaid's head turned to look at Ave. "Those who want to rush home. Precisely because today is not a work day." Then he looked back at his laptop. The expression is still flat.

There were still many questions in Ave's mind. For instance... Why did Zaid return so quickly and instead of sleeping in his own room, instead appeared from within Ave's dream? Oops, wrong! Even sleeping in Ave's bed. It was true that this entire house and pavilion also included his personal property. But as long as Ave worked here, the pavilion became Ave's private territory.

But seeing that Zaid seemed busy and did not seem to think of the events of this morning as extraordinary, Ave began to hesitate. Only, his legs felt heavy to get out.

Zaid's instincts that Ave wanted to talk made the man raise his head again. Natasha said back last night. He slowly smiled at Ave. "What else is it?"

A happy smile appeared on Ave's face and he approached Zaid's table. "Mr... angry is it with Ave? How come you just disappeared?"

Still with a smile, Zaid shook his head. "I have business there, indeed" Zaid lied.

With a sincere look Ave nodded in confidence, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank God. Ave thinks you're angry because Ave said you don't love you."

Zaid's smile began to disappear.

"Eh. but Ave loves it. Like it... Like it... "

"Likes?"

"Yes like to be a guy. Like as friends. Anyway Ave likes Father." Then Ave looked down. "Just Ave doesn't know what Ave loves the Father."

Zaid stared at Ave. He began to understand. Sure oes. Ave's right. Their relationship is only the relationship of superiors and subordinates, as well as friendship. Although it can not be said too friendly.

Ave got closer to the table. Hand wagging. Suddenly his face was hot. But Ave ventured. "We just knew each other. I don't know Ave. Ave also did not know the father well. Ave here is only a cook, in the office is only an intern. Who knows also the Father is actually just pity and maybe also because tired ngadepin Ave. Can be anything. But not because of love."

It is very desirable that Zaid explained, as an adult man, he knew very well how to distinguish his feelings. But remembering Natasha's words again, Zaid no longer dared to refute Ave. Seeing Ave cry, his heart was really bad. Especially because he caused it. Now he could only follow the thought of this girl to be able to make her understand herself.

"It was also the father who forbade Ave to fall in love with the Father. Father himself said that dating in the office means not professional," said Ave reminded.

Zaid raised his hand. Ave shut his mouth. Especially the wrong one?

"I never intended to date you, Ve."

Ave's body felt frozen. He looked straight at Zaid. What does that kiss mean? 

Seeing the look on Ave's face change, Zaid looked at him closely. "I.. want to marry you."

Tik tok tik tok...

Only the sound of the wall clock ticking could be heard. They look at each other. Suddenly all the sentences arranged in Ave's plan were left unnoticed. His heart was pounding faster than the heartbeat of the wall clock. Her cheeks feel hot. Surprisingly, Ave could not let go of Zaid's gaze.

This is the first time someone has proposed to her. No prince crouched pleading with a small box wrapped in velvet containing a beautiful diamond glittering on a full night. Or a handsome king with millions of balloons tying up a banner that read 'Would you marry me?'. There aren't. Only a man with a flat face was almost expressionless. There is no smile of happiness. No words of pleading. There is no touch. There was nothing to describe the man's feelings for her, except for a pair of resolute and deep eyes staring at her. Without sweet words, but Ave knows Zaid is honest.

Now he has to answer what!? Zaid doesn't even know the real Ave. If he refused, Ave feared Zaid would disappear again like yesterday. He had no money to catch up with Zaid and explain. After all, Ave was not good at explaining, and now all the sentences he had painstakingly arranged had evaporated out of nowhere.

"But... " Zaid was still staring at Ave. Ave waited. Then suddenly Zaid's mouth curved high. He smiled widely. "I'm kidding, '" continued Zaid with satisfaction.

What... the.. hell!! 

"No need to explain anything, Ve. I've understood. Totally understand. I'm too perfect for you." With ease the man re-typed. It was as if nothing had happened between them.

Refraining from throwing the chair beside her towards the flat-faced but narcissistic man, Ave could only stare at Zaid annoyedly. Without saying anything, he turned around leaving Zaid's study.

Narcissistic man! Arrogant!

In the kitchen, Ave took the cooking ingredients out of the refrigerator. It was his job, he had to make breakfast. He did not plan to make it and chose breakfast with cereal only. But because Zaid came home, he cooked.

It's just that, remembering the joke of the proposal that Zaid just made, Ave started slamming the plastic bowls. He was content to be able to vent his frustration. Surely Zaid was happy now to hear a boisterous sound from the kitchen.

But in his study, Zaid sat up straight without being able to continue typing again. He just spontaneously proposed to Ave. Once again he lost control of himself in front of the girl. It was still fortunate that he could see the change in Ave's face that looked panicked. That girl doesn't love him.. The girl did not love him.

Zaid's gaze fell back onto the laptop. To the laptop monitor that is showing the new strategy that he plans. It's not about the work in the office, or the new advertising project that needs to be completed. But the strategy to win the heart of a naive girl named Ave.

With a faint smile, Zaid began to resume his typing. Like a plan before starting a new project, he wrote down everything he knew about Ave.

-- Avelia Shamsiah\, 24 years\, 08 August 1995\, passed SMAN Melati 2\, had 1 sister who has not\, worked freelance after graduating High School\, Lily's cousin...

Zaid closed his eyes, trying to recall details about Ave. But instead of thinking of something, he started to get sleepy. The last two days, his sleep was not because of a girl named Ave.

Since Zaid could hear the clinking of the pot and was out of the kitchen, he knew Ave was cooking breakfast for him. If he slept in the room, the girl would not dare to wake him up. Zaid didn't want his cooking to go to waste. So he chose to stand up and sit leaning on his study couch. Just leaning your head and sleeping. Eliminate sleepiness that is increasingly difficult to withstand.

About half an hour later, Ave climbed up to call Zaid and found the man asleep while sitting down.

Just like this morning, Zaid's sleeping face looked more like a child. Plain without tension. Looks relaxed. There were no two small straight lines in the middle of his forehead that were always visible when he put on his cold face. No lips are clenched straight almost like a line either.

Ave smiled looking at him, before an idea occurred to him. Ave's grin grew wider and wider, then he moved towards the workbench. Take one of the markers.

With a sneak, Ave approached again. Very close, then slowly Ave opened the lid of the marker and began to draw a large circle on Zaid's cheek. The touch made Zaid's head move slightly. Ave tried hard to hold back the laughter when he saw the circle he managed to draw. Not satisfied with just one, Ave also circled the other cheek. He also drew three straight lines on Zaid's chin. Two contrengan in the corner of Zaid's lips that rarely smile also he added slowly. Zaid seemed to be smiling because of the two graffiti.

Not stopping there, Ave formed three small circles on Zaid's forehead. This time Zaid shook his head. Feeling disturbed. Ave hides his marker just as Zaid's eyes open. The man looked puzzled seeing Ave crouching in front of him. Real close.

Soon Ave gave off the sweetest smile and said, "Breakfast is ready, sir!"

While they were having breakfast, Zaid was relieved to see that Ave did not seem distracted by his proposal this morning. Ave even repeatedly blushed, holding back laughter. Although they both choose to stay still and eat, there is no more tension between them.

"Fried rice is good, Ve. I like it," praised Zaid for trying to get rid of the silence between them, after he had finished his breakfast.

Ave nodded and her lips dikulum again, like holding back an amused. The girl seemed to be trying hard to avoid seeing Zaid's face. Maybe he was embarrassed, Zaid thought.

Because Ave said nothing, Zaid stood up. Go to the toilet to wash your hands.

"Eeeh, where are you going?" tanya Ave said that the fog was blocking Zaid.

Zaid's forehead is wrinkled. "To the toilet."

"Tu.. wait a minute! Don't go in yet! Still am... Still stinks! Ave finished eek," cried Ave origin quickly.

Zaid laughed a little. "But you had breakfast with me, you didn't go to the toilet."

"Oooh that was. se. before we ate."

"Then the smell must have gone, Ve."

"But, Sir... "

Zaid's forehead is wrinkled. "Why are you?"

"okay! Okay!" Ave raised both of his hands. Then with a cheerful look in his eyes, he again said, "Ave permission to walk sir! It's Saturday, so Ave wants to go home to Lily's sister. Can you leave now, sir? Trus dirty plate arentar if Ave back just washed. Let it sit in the sink. Can't you?"

Zaid glanced at the empty plates lying on the dining table. He doesn't like to see dirty dishes. But Ave seemed to want to rush away.

"So if not early in the morning, the hunt is jammed, sir," continued Ave reassured.

"Want me to take it?" tanya Zaid offered help.

Ave quickly shook his head. So finally Zaid simply nodded as he said, "Go!"

Without waiting any longer, Ave blingsatan headed for the table, grabbed the dirty dishes and glasses then simply placed them in the sink before running to his room again. Zaid who was about to step into the toilet remembered something. Ave's phone is broken.

Zaid out again. He almost collided with Ave who passed him.

"Don't run, Ve! Will fall."

Ave's grin appeared. He wanted to run again, but Zaid's hand was held back. Without a second thought, Zaid took the phone from inside his pants pocket and handed it to Ave. The girl stared worriedly.

Let's not let this evil boss know... 

"You don't have HP, do you? Just take this. If there's a call coming in, let it go. If something is important, call home. His password... " Zaid shows his password pattern on Ave who is looking up. "... Understood?"

Ave nodded. His heart was starting to feel bad. But he did not dare to confess, so Ave just said, "Sir, to say permanent marker use eucalyptus oil. That's the fastest. And there's no trace of it either."

"What do you mean?" Now Zaid doesn't understand. Why is this girl saying something weird?

"Ave go first, sir. All right at home! Don't fury! Get old fast!" said Ave quickly while running again.

Zaid gave a small laugh before walking into the toilet to wash his hands and brush his teeth. As his eyes stared at the toilet mirror, it was not the sleepy face he saw, but the face that was filled with scribbles of circle markers and lines. He's like a clown!

"Ave!" hiss Zaid growled. Then his hands began to busy cleaning his face that was full of Ave's hand creations.

In the courtyard of the house, Ave laughed widely with a satisfied heart, while humming cheerfully walking past the tall fence.

So sir, if you're proposing don't joke! Eitsa... Don't joke about proposing. Not Ave's name if you don't reply. Feel it!

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