The Wedding Maze
WM-12 |ANKEL FOR SINCERE APOLOGY|

Winter stared at his palm hanging in the air, remembering how he hit Snow's face with that huge palm. This morning, he had deliberately avoided Snow. He didn't want to regret his actions just from seeing Snow's cheeks bruise, or leave a palm mark. That would look vile and a little, loser.

Winter pulled the corner of her lips stiff. He also never expected that he would throw a punch at Snow. He only intended to interrogate the girl, but the answer Snow gave to his question was unsatisfactory. His emotions bubbled up to the crown, and, yes that was the chronology of his hand so brazenly hitting a woman.

The vast glass wall that stretches is called the sun, making Winter's face exposed to the Sun's strict bias.

“Do I have to apologize, later? It seems I was too much.” murmured while putting both palms in the pocket of the material pants he was wearing.

In the next second, the door of the room suddenly opened and immediately attracted Winter's attention. The figure of Amora appears with a face no less bright than the morning sunlight, carrying several stopmaps with different colors.

“Good morning, sir. There are some files that require your signature.” the reply is formal, just like subordinates to superiors.

“Good morning, Mora.” replied Winter was studded with a sweet smile as she walked to her desk.

...***...

Like Snow's original plan, he would often use the gazebo of Winter's house as a place to work, or just unwind by reading some books that he had placed on a glass shelf.

Today he could not concentrate at all on drawing, his cheeks ached and slightly bruised and bluish. Winter's slap last night wasn't kidding. Damn it, but Snow also did not justify the actions he did, he was impressed to be cheating on her husband by secretly meeting his ex. Although in reality, they have no more relationship.

Snow picked up one of his favorite books, pulling it from the ranks of other books that also drew—but the book still could not beat his position for Snow— to read, he said, then sit on the wooden chair that was there.

Open one page after another, read it carefully, until unconsciously if the twilight has been completely shifted by the night. Snow was too engrossed and dissolved into the storyline of the book by JK. ROWLING IT. He is a lover of fantasy world, let alone the work of a great writer class JK. ROWLING, Snow never wanted to miss his works.

“Do you not care about your husband who is even starving after work?” winter's voice breaks the silence of Snow's world. The girl jumped until the book she was reading fell on her feet.

However, Snow did not want to respond to anything. He just squatted down briefly to pick up his book, then put a delimiter on the last page he read.

Usually, Winter would find the girl struggling in the kitchen, cooking dinner for her tired and tired of her office work for a full day. Winter must admit, Snow's cooking ability began to progress, it no longer feels strange, or too salty.

Snow stood up, put his reading book back in the glass cabinet and intended to go into the house to make something simple, which could be cooked quickly so that Winter would not miss his dinner.

“Where are you?” ketus Winter while folding his hands arrogantly in front of the chest, pecking his manic to compete with Snow White's beautiful bead.

Sighing roughly, Snow really did not want to argue with Winter just because of the matter of dinner. “Didn't sister Winter want me to cook dinner?” snow replied accordingly, not wanting to hide the slightest bit of annoyance through the tone of speech he uttered. “ I made.”

Snow took a thousand steps, he did not turn his head, nor did he turn at all when it was past Winter who was still standing on the lip of the gazebo. And for some reason, Snow who was silent actually made Winter feel careless. The girl did not match the grim face, Snow was more suitable to look cheerful as usual.

From the living room, he could steal the opportunity to see Snow busy in the kitchen. A small smile rises on Winter's thin lips, until the person remembers his main purpose of greeting Snow first. He wanted to apologize sincerely, then offered a small gift that he had bought after work.

A anklet.

Winter doesn't know, suddenly that thing comes to his head while trying to buy Snow a gift as a symbol of his sincere apology.

Thirty minutes passed, Snow walked into the living room, where Winter was and enjoyed the usual nightly television show.

“Only omelette can be cooked quickly. If you want more food worth eating and delicious, I recommend ordering fast food or ordering other foods through online only.” said Snow as he placed a plate full of hot Omelette on the table with a can of soda and a bottle of water.

“No. I ate it.” said Winter quickly, making Snow who heard the answer just hung his shoulders, then turned around to leave. “Wait!” winter continued, sliding away, patting the empty side of the sofa beside her.

Snow was fixated, it was of course unusual, how Winter invited him to come and sit beside Winter, it was impossible.

“Sit down first, don't look at me like that. Your gaze is scary, Snow, By The Way.” said Winter clumsily. She doesn't sound like a woo, does she, right now?

Doubtful, but Snow still obeyed Winter's will and sat there, saying nothing. From this close distance, he could see clearly how the man who slapped his face last night was scooping and stuffing his homemade Omelette into his mouth. There seemed to be no remorse, and Snow knew Winter would always be like that. The man is stubborn.

“Take it.” Winter's edict, pointing to a square-shaped blue box on a table with a chin. However, not finding Snow immediately take it, Winter opened her eyes wide when she again tangled with Snow's round eyes. “Taken?!” repeated it in a witty tone, and mouth filled with Omelette, impressed nervously. This time pointed at the box with the spoon he was holding.

“What is it?” snow asked flatly, not expecting anything. Especially to guess if it's sincere from Winter's heart.

Snow's arm moved slowly toward the box on the table, but at the same time, Winter moved nimbly to deny the box. Grabbing Snow's palm and placing the box containing the anklet on the open palm of Snow's.

Not intending to prolong the conversation, Winter once again scooped up Snow's large-sized omelette, then devoured it. Standing up and walking past Snow who was still glued on top of his seat, Winter continued speaking.

“Sorry for my attitude last night. Think of it as my apology to you.”

Snow blinked quickly. It really feels like a dream, when you hear a Winter apologizing. He looked at the blue box in his hand, then turned to look at Winter. Then open the cover to immediately know the contents of the box because it has made Snow overwhelmed with curiosity.

A feeling of relief reached Winter's heart when she saw a happy twinkle on Snow's face. One review of the smile rose in his lips, no less sincere than the words that were also suddenly thrown.

“I'm sincere. I'm sorry, Snow.”[]