The Wedding Maze
WM-26 |SIMPULSE AND DECREE|

If honesty always brings good luck, there may never be anyone willing to lie. In fact, they prefer to cover up the truth rather than speak the truth, for their own benefit. And I swear, it's so sickening.

Snow woke up earlier than the previous days. As usual, Snow will make breakfast for Winter, though he finds it hard to accept the lies Winter has done to him. But what could it be, other than he could just wait for Winter to tell the truth, or he would ask Winter at the right time.

The sun had already appeared, started to rise and come to the surface. His warm radiance began to greet the earth. Snow smiled no less warmly than the rays of the sun when he heard the knocking sound of Winter's shoes approaching towards where he was standing.

“Pagi.” map. Winter never said a morning greeting to Snow. But for some reason, this morning the man did. To cover up the lies he's made?

Snow only responded with a smile as he placed his favorite Winter drink in the morning, creamy latte. Slowly, Snow ventured to look at Winter smoothing a tie around his neck.

“Mau, I help?” tanya Snow offered herself. He just wanted to help, no other purpose or purpose, let alone flirt.

Hearing about getting help, Winter nodded enthusiastically with a big smile. Again it looks sincere in the eyes of Snow, and it is impossible to deny if the hatred in his heart last night, slowly melted.

Winter stood up and let Snow grab the tie, then made the same knot as he wanted.

Snow has expertise in making tie knots. He knows some models of knots that men often use, from his mother. Yes, his mother often taught him to make a tie knot. She said that if one day Snow married a boss or businessman, Snow should not feel discouraged by not being able to tidy up or put on her husband's tie. And now, that's very useful.

“You what knot?”

“Trinity. I have an important meeting today.”

With a lithe gesture, Snow immediately made a knot that was classified as complicated on a gray tie belonging to Winter. And while the woman was still busy wrapping the expensive cloth, Winter used the opportunity to notice Snow's face not far from her.

Beautiful, and Winter had just realized it. her skin was pure white, her eyebrows were small and formed a perfect crescent round without any polish or improvement, her eyes were round with glowing brownish pupils, she said, his nose is small and taper, lipstick-less lips look fresh as Cherry, and collarbone that looks so beautiful after a neckline that is so tempting. Winter loves her lips, neck, chest, and also... Well, suddenly Winter wants Snow this early. One part of him rebelling wants to be satisfied.

“Sial! Why is this early in the morning?” annoyed. Male hormones in the morning are sometimes troublesome.

“Snow,” call Winter, Hoarse.

“Hmm?” sahut Snow raised a fleeting face to see Winter's handsome face while still busy completing his task of making Winter's tie to look perfect.

“Au—” Winter's voice choked when her saliva was accidentally gulped when the shadow of her and Snow wrestled on the bed.

Seeing that, Snow smiled and immediately distanced himself as his task was done. Winter tie already looks very neat and elegant.

“Already, now breakfast soon, or sister Winter will be late.”

Ah, true. I would be late if I had to ask Snow to accompany me to play for a while.

“Ah, yes.”

Winter was only able to sigh disappointed in heart because his wish was not achieved. The one down there, has thrashed no crazily. While sitting in his chair, Winter secretly rubbed the center of his body, hoping that one would cooperate to wait for the night. Yeah, it's tonight.

...***...

One folder contains meeting materials that he must learn, neatly arranged on the workbench welcoming the arrival of Winter. Of course, Amora always does her job well as a secretary. He did not want Winter to miss the meeting materials, and ended up losing the tender with other companies.

He took off his suit, hung it near the desk, and sat down as he opened the folder. Boring, but he had to do that to meet his needs and lifestyle, and give rights to employees who depend on his income.

Just a few minutes into the reading, the door of the room was knocked by someone. Unasked, someone appeared from behind the thick door blade. Amora carries one box of famous donuts of various flavors.

Winter smiled at a glance, then refocused on reading the folder in his palm.

“You bought it for me, Mo?”

Amora smiled no less sweet. He placed the round food with a hole in the middle of it on the side of Winter's table.

“For breakfast. I'm sure you haven't filled your stomach. There is an important meeting in two hours, and you should not lose concentration.”

This is one of the many things he likes about Amora. The woman never goes unnoticed, nor does her morale work for her at all times. But unfortunately, none of that has any impact, right now.

“Ah, thank you.”

Amora stood beside Winter, slightly bent down to align herself, but Winter gave her some distance. Aware of accepting the rejection, Amora re-enforced her back and stepped back several times.

The woman who had been eagerly accompanying Winter for the meeting suddenly lost her mood. His passion and high speculation to get the attention of Winter suddenly collapsed in front of his eyes when he realized Winter did not put the slightest attention to him. He was rejected a second time. First, when he was sick in the apartment, and second, when he was sick in the apartment,

“Mora, you're fine right? Your face is a little outside and pale. Are you sick?”

Hurriedly, Amora again tried to fumble the rest of the desire to re-sip happiness with Winter.

“It's okay. I'm doing fine. Just a little bit of nausea and this morning vomiting. Might catch wind.”

As if aware of Amora's unkindness, Winter stood up and walked closer to the woman, then felt Amora's forehead with the back of her palm .

“Your body temperature is up. You sick?” ask Winter to make sure. Don't want Amora to harbor any discomfort just because Winter had an important meeting with her today.

“If you are sick, I can come by myself later. You can go to the hospital with the driver for treatment. I will drive myself to the meeting place.” he said worried. He said it, fearing that Amorah might hide something he did not know.

“I'm fine.” rough Amora tepis on Winter's arm. The man realized Amora was not in a good state. He had known Amora for a long time.

“No. You are sick and you have to go to the hospital. Comeing! I'll drop you off if you refuse to go with the driver.” Elak Winter while pulling one arm of Amora to walk after him. Amora refused again. He brushed aside Winter's hand and shone a sharp look on his face and stabbed Winter's bead in the eye.

“Didn't you hear what I said?I'm fine, and it's none of your business if I have to go to the hospital or not. I can control myself.” firmly Amora, turned selfish and unwilling to accept Winter's kindness.

“You angry?” ask Winter at the end. It's not a matter of illness or work. But personal issues that concern the heart. “Say. You're mad at me?”

“No.” sahut Amora, throw away face.

“Then, why don't you listen to what I'm saying. Now you're not okay and you need a doctor, Mora. So please don't reject my request as—”

“Stop!”

Winter stopped. Everything he did, he suddenly stopped when he saw the anger on Amora's face. During his years of relationship, he never found such Amora.

“Do not pretend to be nice to me, if in the end you will ignore me.”

Winter's forehead shriveled, trying to find answers to the anger ignited in Amora. “What do you mean?”

“You've changed. You're not the Winter I know. You ignored me.”

The entire corner of the room suddenly turned silent. Winter is silent about the opinion expressed by Amora. He didn't mean to, let alone ignore Amora. He just didn't want the woman to get sick.

“Since that woman was present among us. You really have been a different Winter.”

The grip on Amora's wrist loosened. Winter looked at kuyu.

“You love him?” ask Amora. Wanting to get a decision soon, before he actually acts further to separate the two and is increasingly selfish. If so, Amora has reason to do so. But Winter doesn't have an answer to that question. He just kept quiet and looked straight at Amora, who was getting furious at her lover.

The smile of the circus was imprinted on Amora's lips. “I assume it is, yes.”

“Mora—”

“Now, I have a reason to fight.”

“Fighting? What do you mean?”

Amora trimming distance. Fiddling with his eyes to convince Winter if he already has a unanimous decision for his selfishness this time.

“I'll take you back from him. He wouldn't have you, if I didn't.”[]

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