The Wedding Maze
WM-18 |DAY MINUS SEVEN-24|

Snow was once encouraged by his mother before embarking on a new path of life that he would travel with Winter.

Appreciate him, support him, for he is the foundation of a building you will live in together. It is the duty of a wife.

That means Snow must obey every word, deed, and decision made by Winter.

Households. Yes, the household he had built with Winter at this time was something he should take good care of. He must be faithful to one name, and he must also perform all his duties.

But, you also have the right to speak up if what your husband did was wrong. Rebuke him for obvious reasons. Talk with a good attitude.

Perhaps, it was the key to why the lives of his parents were so harmonious that they were over half a century old.

Shall? Should Snow behave with the attitude that the mother had once touched on? Although Winter never wanted to show him the slightest good attitude.

Snow again buried his face in the folds of his hands resting on his knees. He tried to calm himself and reset his feelings that were not crowded and filled with envy.

My husband is like Nahkoda Snow. He must be good at carrying his ship well through the flow, he must be quick to make decisions when it is critical, he must also be able to save the entire crew in case of a large and ferocious storm that suddenly strikes. The job of a husband is heavy.

Then what if the skipper is like Winter?

Snow patted his clenched chest a few times. Then raise your face to see the clock hanging on the wall with the bead. It's almost midnight, and Winter hasn't come back since they left their fight this afternoon.

Where the hell's he going?

When all the questions and bad guesses took control of Snow's mind, the phone on the nightstand suddenly shook. Lazy. Snow was not in the mood to talk to anyone and ended up just observing the illuminated display. Soon, he found Jessy's name there.

With a weak and lackluster motion, Snow grabbed the phone and pulled up the green button jumping up and down in excitement.

“Snow?”

“Eumm.”

“Do I interrupt?”

Shut up for a moment, Snow weighed what he had to give in response. In fact, he did not want to be disturbed at all at this time.

“No. I can't sleep yet. What's up, Je?”

For a moment, Jessy was silent across the street. And after a long breath, his friend spoke again.

“I accidentally met Willy this afternoon. And we chatted for a while.”

Snow did not respond. He just wants to be a good listener.

“She looks fine and it feels like I want to strangle her neck. Oh, did you know he's out of jail?”

Snow who originally intended to listen only, now must be a speaker too.

“Ya.”

“What?”

“I've met him a few days ago.” Snow paused, he smiled wryly considering his accidental encounter with Willy. “And like you said, he looks fine.”

“Snow, what are you—”

“It's okay, Je. I'm doing fine. Willy also looks different from before.”

For some reason, all the happy memories he had gone through with Willy, as if forcibly gouged out of the memory box, and without being asked back twisted in Snow's head. A happiness that he once got when he was with people he loved.

“He wants me to ask you to meet him.”

Snow's heartbeat seemed to be forced to stop for a moment when he heard that.

“He looks sincere when he asks for it, Snow. And I can't refuse or hit him in the head for daring to ask for it.”

“And now you are contacting me to ask me to meet with Willy?”

Jessy was silent across. He knew that what he was doing was wrong. Finding two people who had been trapped in love and ended tragically, especially the woman is now married. Well, this is so wrong, and Jessy would love to hit her own head, then apologize and hope Snow to forget everything. But, uh,

“Tell Willy, I'm ready. Tell me where we should meet. I also have some things I want to tell her.”

...***...

Winter still does not want to move from the thick-scented place of alcohol and cigarette smoke that he came from night still just touched the earth. He even purposely ordered some mocktails to accompany him at the bar. By the way, he ordered a mocktail to avoid the events he did not want to happen again. Winter's really fucked up, and the household? I don't know.

“Stupid home.” Brian cerocos, his friend tonight.

Winter did not answer and again grabbed a tall glass with the contents that were almost toilet. He was like a fool who was losing his way, and he didn't know when he was like this. Two days ago? Or a week ago?

“What do you mean, Bri?” suhut Winter was lazy and a bitter smile.

“You know what I mean, but pretend to be stupid for not admitting it.”

Winter chuckles wryly. He doesn't even know what he's been doing here since. He should have been at home and had dinner, then had some rest while doing some office work that had been delayed because he had come home suddenly while working hours were not yet over.

“You like it, don't you? That's why you forbid him from leaving your house.”

“Not so,” rebuttal Winter correcting. He really doesn't know himself at the moment. Stupid, and suddenly an accomplished braggart? Well, this is not him at all. Give him a standing ovation for his slick acting.

“Maybe I love a woman I don't recognize at all in such a short time. You know how I traveled with Amora, don't you? Crazyhead!”

Brian chuckled witfully until both his shoulders moved up and down.

“I know. But your case is different now. Are you drunk with mocktails? I don't know if that drink makes anyone else look stupid, Bro?!” brian's claw, inviting one Winter punch lodged in his left arm. “Oh Waw, crazy pain! Fu*ck!!”

Brian grimaced in pain and attracted Winter to return to pat his friend who said insolent and without the brain.

“Eits, can't!” joked Brian when he managed to fend off Winter's arm that was about to re-nest on his body. “Already. You are wrong. Apologize and end your quarrel.”

Winter flinching. He was busy making a circular pattern in his glass.

“That woman needs to be loved and treated gently, Brother. They are like glass and silk. Easily broken, but their hearts will remain soft upon hearing the apologies of their loved ones.”

“He doesn't love me, stupid!”

“At least, you tried. Who would have thought Snow would forgive and accept you, and believe again.”

Seeing Winter's silent reaction, Brian knew the man was thinking about his advice.

“Argghh, I don't know. Since when did I become an advisor on the household life of such a person. I want to open a practice and receive services—”

“Not funny!” suhut Winter quickly grabbed the suit that was on his lap and got off the high chair he was sitting in a few hours back.

“But I have a new skill now, besides being a wealth builder—”

“Enough. You look stupid by drinking apple juice at the bar.” Winter stopped the chat, because after that, after that, he put a few pieces of money on the table and walked away leaving the crowd increasingly claustrophobic by the scent he hated so much.

On the way home, Winter kept thinking about Brian's words.

Women are like glass and silk.

Did ya? Was that the reason why Snow felt completely crushed after he touched her in an unconscious state? Then, the shadow of Snow's sad and wounded face loomed again.

“Why is he? Why not Amora?” he said it was frustrating, because he could not explain why Amora did not appear in his mind at all at this time.

“Si*Al!!” continued Winter while hitting the wheel of a car that has taken him into the Elite residence area that will end his goal, namely home.

“Okey. This time only. Only this time.” murmured, trying to be at peace with the mind and the contents of the opposite head.

Until the wheels of the car touched the courtyard, Winter was still trying to gather the reason why he had to give up and return home. He really did not like this kind of situation, and again, Snow was the cause.

“I will completely abandon you after the agreement is done, for already dare to make me like this, Snow.” muttered as he pulled the handbrake lever and removed the seatbelt that was restraining his body.

“You were the first person to make me look weak like this.” he continued, looking annoyed and frustrated. And true, even though Amora manages to gain control of some of Winter's arrogant self, Snow is more successful in mastering the ego that Winter has maintained all along. The ego that has always been his shield to look strong and master everything is now touched, Snow managed to break little by little one of the strongest sides in Winter. That's, very annoying according to Winter.

“And you will regret, to the point of begging me not to expel you from here, later, after everything is over.”

Suddenly, Winter's movement stopped when he saw the living room lights were still on. He was unconscious from the moment he arrived, and only found out when his feet had left the shiny black Bentley he was riding.

His heart cheered happily when he knew Snow was waiting for him to come home. I don't know why it's been such a nice point for Winter after his big fight yesterday afternoon. Yes, yesterday afternoon, because now it's past twelve o'clock.

Winter returned to the foot in Stefano Bemer Shoes with a bit of speed, grabbed the doorknob after turning the key, then pushed it hard.

And bingo, Snow sat on one side of the living room couch. His face was clearly visible under the flush lights that became the lights in the room. Then a slanted smile flipped over Winter which he addressed to Snow when their beads met. And when Winter's lips were about to spit out his sarcastic sentence, Snow first made a sound.

“I wait for brother to come home.” he said softly, with a face that still shows a disappointed stroke, also sad. “If brother does not intend to go home, at least send one message so that I do not wait like this.”

Oh God, why is this fun?

“Sorry!” that sentence just slid without Winter knowing the reason. Ah, just say it out of pity, or appreciate the sacrifice Snow willingly waited for him to come home. Yeah, just think of it like that.

And this is the first time Winter has apologized to someone other than Amora, the woman who used to be a top priority for her. And now? Why is Snow one of those priorities?

“I'm sorry, make you wait.”[]