Sun Princess & Snow Prince
Episode 52 - Accident

~ Origin you are fine (Zaid) ~

Ave hummed cheerfully towards the car. A beep could be heard indicating that the car's automatic lock was open, just before Ave opened the door and entered the driver's seat.

Today he will pick up his beloved. Mr. His Snowy Devil of the past three days was really busy. Only one incoming message from Zaid, and another one delivered by Jenny.

"Don't forget to eat! Don't bring work home and don't sleep too late" Jenny said, mimicking Zaid's message complete with his intonation and heavy voice, leaving the five men in Management laughing to hear her.

Ave pouted considering his stingy Zaid contacted him. These three days he felt lonely in Zaid's mansion. The weekend was completely silent without that much-talking human by his side.

Deliberately, driving away the silence, Ave brought a pile of work to his room. It helped him spend a night that felt longer without Zaid.

It's only been three days.

Never had Ave felt a dependence with someone like now other than the late Mama. He feels ordinary if left by Papa or Ajie for whatever. Also when he had to spend his college time alone. He was used to the quiet atmosphere, enjoying the time only himself.

Everything was different after Zaid was present in his life. He missed the man's distinctive scent as he hugged her. He misses his cold face and smile. He even missed Zaid's annoying sarcastic words.

"Mas, let Ave pick up Mr. Zaid yes," Pinta Ave the day before Zaid's scheduled arrival.

Hazmi was silent for a moment, before asking, "You want to come to the airport? Be able. Of course."

Ave smiled shyly. That's not what he meant. "Open, I mean Ave... Let Ave pick up Mr. Zaid... Alone." Ave wants to immediately release kangen on her lover.

"Only?" reset Hazmi. There was a glint of disbelief in his eyes.

Jenny approached them. "Can you drive, Ve? Got SIM?" ask the girl.

A sweet smile appeared on Ave's face. "Yes, Mommy! Cook Ave dare to bring a car does not have a SIM?" Then quickly the girl took something from inside the small bag that was hanging slanted on her shoulder, took out a wallet and pulled out a card. Driving Permit.

Hazmi's eye brows rose as she grabbed the card. Is correct. That's Ave's picture and it's obvious that it's his SIM. SIM for four-wheeled vehicles.

"Well, if that's what I will tell Mr. Zaid," Hazmi said, returning the card to Ave.

Ave's hurry shook her head. "No! No! Don't be told! Ave wants a surprise."

"But... " Jenny and Hazmi both want to refute.

"Because! Serahin to Ave. Mr. Zaid will not be angry. Ave just misses the same. mmm." A timid smile appeared on Ave's reddened face.

Doubt Jenny and Hazmi vanished to see Ave's happy-looking face.

This morning, Jenny handed over the car keys she used to use. Automated cars that are suitable for women to drive. Although there is still doubt because Jenny has never seen Ave's ability alone, but seeing Ave's face that looks confident, the girl also let him.

When applying for a job, Ave knows that there is a requirement to have SIM A and C for prospective employees who are requested by the company. He had both SIMs since he was 17 years old and at that time he could drive cars and motorcycles. This also makes Hazmi and Jenny sure Ave can drive.

But while studying and living in Sydney, Ave never brought his own vehicle again. In that city, public transportation is as comfortable as a private car. At most Ave uses a bicycle if not too far away. Likewise, when returning to Jakarta, Papa and Ajie gave him the flexibility to use Pak Harun as his driver every time he wanted to leave the house. Public vehicle access, as well as the many online taxi services add to the convenience of being a passenger. For years, Ave never drove alone.

Only when Ave started the engine of the car did the doubt, which had not existed since he had offered himself, suddenly appear. Various bad guesses instantly sprung up in his mind. But for the sake of the mission of picking up her lover personally as a small gift for Zaid, Ave forgets about it.

This is Jakarta, not Sydney.

That should be what Ave thought when he spoke to Hazmi yesterday. He forgot the fact that the streets of metropolitan cities are chaotic and full of rules in the style of jungle.

When Ave drove slowly, the horn of the driver of the car in a hurry made him nervous instead of clogged. As he drove faster, many times the motors appeared to pass quickly like ghosts that surprised him. As he drove his car more to the edge, the pedestrians who suddenly crossed made him shocked. Not to mention the angkots who are racing to find passengers, cutting the way his car does not care.

Finally, Ave can only drive at a speed that he considers still had time to brake suddenly without making anyone in front of his car dead silly.

Because of the tension and nervousness, Ave no longer pay attention to the clock or road route on the GPS screen. He was too late when he entered the highway to the airport, but then took the wrong road and had to turn back to enter the toll again. The streets of Jakarta are very confusing.

His phone repeatedly rang and Ave could only let it go. He did not dare to answer when his nervousness had reached the top. What he was currently thinking about was just so that he could get to the airport soon.

"Oh my God, please help Ave! Why not take a sample anyway?" muttered Ave nervously.

That's when the voice of the phone again sounded, just as in front of Ave there were two paths stretching. Without a second thought, Ave steered his car out of the toll. On a somewhat quiet street, he pulled over the car and tried hard to read the situation. He doesn't know where he is.

Ave's eyes stared at the GPS screen that confused him. Maybe it's better if he calls someone. Ave took her phone and just then an incoming call was heard.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" A cold and stern heavy voice sounded. Zayd.

"Mas has arrived? Wait a ya!"

"Where are you?" repeat Zaid more firmly.

Tiit! Tiiit! Tiit!

"Anj! Bab*! Mon***!  Goddamnit! You want to pass! Just go through there!" A swearing slid out of Ave's mouth without him noticing as several cars passing his car pressed a long horn. Apparently Ave's car stopped at a pretty crowded intersection.

On the other end of the phone, someone's eyes almost jumped out hearing a series of petty vows from the zoo occupants coming out of Ave's mouth as if without burden.

"Astaghfirullah, Ve!" said Zaid slowly.

"Attep, Mas!" Ave disconnects the phone, and advances the car a little.

Zaid stared at his phone worriedly. This girl's... How does he know where he is if it just closes? Zaid swiped the phone screen once more.

As soon as it hooked up again, Zaid said quickly and half yelled, "Where are you?! Don't hang up!"

"You don't know, Mom!"

"Let's look out of the car, what's there to make a clue?" asked Zaid while looking around himself. It had been more than an hour since he arrived, and the International Arrival Terminal seemed deserted, but Ave's car had not yet been seen.

Zaid. "I mean what's in front of you, Ve!"

"Street."

Zaid sighed. "Behind you?"

"Go too, Mas!" answer Ave again. But he hurriedly added, "Oooh, same old car, Mas. From now on continue to glide every time they pass. Though Ave has advanced car loh."

Which planet is this girl? zaid lamented in his heart. Finally he said slowly, "You share loc can not?"

"Can, can, can" said Ave quickly, and fortunately this time he did it right. Zaid gave instructions over the phone.

This time Zayd warned. "Don't disconnect the phone again, speaker-in' until you're in front of me."

"Siaaap, Yayang Zaid!" said Ave cheerfully.

Then Zaid once again directed Ave, while occasionally asking the speed that the girl was using. As long as he did, in his heart Zaid swore he would never let Ave drive again.

When Zaid called Hazmi earlier, he almost shouted at his friend and assistant. Although Hazmi says she saw Ave's own SIM, but Zaid knows that Ave is very unfamiliar with Jakarta traffic.

"Where have you been?" ask Zaid while squeezing his phone that feels hot.

"This has entered the Arrival Terminal, Mas," replied Ave. Then the parking machine sounded. There was a slight relief flowing down Zaid's chest.

"Please wait a minute... Aaaah!"

Brak! Bugs!

Zaid's heart stopped beating. Ave's small scream and loud jolt, followed by a dropped phone. Soon the phone was cut off again.

"AVE! AVE!" call Zaid worry. His voice is rising high.

Without caring for the inquisitive gazes of the surrounding people, Zaid dashed through every gate of the Arrival Terminal, looking for the shadow of a tiny white car while dragging a small suitcase and backpack on his back.

But at the end of Terminal, he didn't see the car or Ave. Turning around checking his surroundings, cold sweat began to drench Zaid's entire body. Panicking, he came back. Maybe he missed something.

The crowd constricted Zaid's wiggle room, but he did not give up. Holding the weight of the backpack on his back and the suitcase in his hand, he searched for Ave. That's when he looked across the street. There was a little girl among the uniformed officers. Two police officers and several airport officers. The girl turned her back to Zaid, but she recognized the clothes she was wearing. That's Ave.

Without a second thought, Zaid crossed half a run. Move as fast as possible to meet Ave.

Ciiiits!

Bugh!

The screams of the people resounded as something big crashed into Zaid's body. Zaid felt his body become light, hovering, spinning in mid-air making him no longer able to see Ave before falling over the hot and hard road.

A moment later Zaid was lying down. Right in front of his eyes was a silver car stopped. But Zaid didn't want to lie down. Someone was waiting for him. Ave needs.

With all his might, Zaid endured the throbbing pain in his head that was beginning to feel, also forgetting his left hand and thigh that felt wet from something warm. His forehead creased as he could finally see Ave running towards him. He forced his legs to be able to hold his body which suddenly felt heavier than usual while raising his right hand. Asking Ave to stop.

"MAS ZAYD!" ave shouted from across the street. Fortunately the officers beside Ave, seemed to catch the girl's hand, making Zaid unable to hold back a smile. Strange, he felt very calm.

"Mas... Mas... You all right?"

"Mas, sit down! Don'tdon't... "

"That's his leg wound, Mas. Go to the hospital first... "

Zaid cared nothing for the people who approached him in panic and offered to help with worry. He kept approaching Ave. He just wanted to make sure Ave was okay. Even if it had to cost him his life.

"Hu hu - hu... Mas, why did you suddenly cross? Sit over... Sit down!"

As soon as Ave's trembling hand immediately opened, hugging Zaid's body. Tears floated on the girl's eye patch as she took out a handkerchief to seal the wound on Zaid's head.

Zaid looked at Ave with eyes that had started to weigh. The pain in his head is getting painful.

"You... okay?" ask Zaid with great difficulty. His throat was dry, and the corners of his lips were slightly sore when moved.

Ave nods. Then Zaid lowered his head, grasping Ave's wrist before he drooped. His consciousness was still there, but his body started to ache. The officers who had been astonished to see the reaction of Zaid who was still walking after being hit, immediately helped Ave hold the man's body so as not to fall.

Shortly an ambulance appeared. However, Zaid's hand holding Ave's wrist did not want to be separated. Officers asked Ave to ride with them.

Along the way to the nearest hospital, Ave cried with regret.

"Don't. cry... " Slow voice sounded again. Although covered in a respirator, Ave could see Zaid smiling at him. The man's eyes looked at him affectionately.

"Hik... Sorry Ave, Mom!"

The sound of Zaid saying something, not hearing it, Ave brought the ear closer to Zaid's face.

"Don't. cry! No. gabe... Anything at all... As long as... "

Ave looked at the injured face who was looking at him still with that smile. Ave's lips shook with the cry.

"... Was fine. L'm... " Zaid's voice disappeared. His eyes were closed again. But Zaid's hand grip was still strong, making Ave only able to bite his lips in order to hold back the cry.

Real hard. Ave's tears are like unstoppable flood, flowing unceasingly.

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