The Wedding Maze
WM-27 |DO YOU KNOW?|

People say, if you are beautiful, you will get a good social status. They will acknowledge your existence, consider you as their close friend, or even receive many statements and love letters. But rather than that, the most important point that is also often assumed by many people, you will find someone who is right to be a companion to life as you wish, because of your perfect face. So the world system should work, according to 'people's words'. But how could all of that not work on Snow White?

Snow could not remember, since when he had become forgetful. Has Winter kissed her forehead before she left for work, this morning? Ah, considering that, suddenly Snow's stomach seemed tingled and wanted to smile for himself when he saw the lunch box he would bring to Winter this morning. The simple lunch menu he made, as well as his great hope that Winter would accept and eat it, suddenly disappeared because of the carelessness he was doing.

With a nimble movement, he grabbed the box of supplies in a bag of Dongker's blue cloth, then rushed to change clothes and set a little strands of his hair messy. Her beautiful footsteps moved quickly towards the car garage.

“Stupid. I don't have a SIM!” yet

Lips full of smiles rushed out of the area of the house, running as fast as possible to the bus stop outside the complex. Snow only hopes that the bus will compromise and has not gone from there to make Snow again wait for their arrival in an hour.

And luckily, ten minutes faster than he expected when targeting marathon sprint times. Snow's breathing gasped intensely, he occasionally coughed because his lungs lacked oxygen and the air he exhaled felt hot. But he still smiled when he imagined Winter would be surprised at his arrival to the office later.

Then,

How would you feel, if someone we had just expected would welcome our arrival with a warm smile, was watching a face other than ours? How would you feel, if we, a wife saw our husband hugging another woman while we were in the same place as him? And one more. Snow could no longer describe how his mood and heart shape were this time around.

All this time, she's only heard that Winter has a lover. But Snow never expected it to hurt that much when he saw them together. One blow was for Snow to no longer wish anything about their relationship. Winter's labyrinth is so terrible.

Slowly, Snow stepped back. His body trembled violently as if he had lost all the courage he had been building. Not Snow's realm is here. He's a nobody. Her tears did not come out this time. It is hard when you want to cry. He ran, somewhere, the most important thing is that he is no longer here.

And when she reached the reception desk, the woman behind her desk stood up and greeted Snow. Snow is the wife of his boss, Winter.

“You have met Mr Winter?”

Snow stopped his steps. It would be very disrespectful if he just ignored the receptionist.

“Ah, yes. I mean, no. She's not in her room.”

“Any. Mr. Winter doesn't look out.

For a moment, Snow glanced at the lunchbox he was carrying, then hurriedly reached out to the woman to shift the topic.

“This, there are provisions for sister.”

“For, I?” the receptionist hesitated. He had never expected that his boss' wife was so young, beautiful and kind.

Snow nodded enthusiastically with a bright twinkle in his eyes.

“I forgot, Mr. Winter there was a meeting until the afternoon. Maybe he'll have lunch outside, the provisions will be in vain if I still give it to him. So, for sister only.”

“Thank you.”

A soft and warm smile was lifted by Snow and then he said goodbye.

As early as Snow, the receptionist tried to look at the contents of the provisions. The boxes look expensive, typical of the rich. At the top of the cover, there is a sticky note that reads a short message giving an encouragement to Winter, then covered with a smile emoji and the name Snow White there.

“She's a beautiful girl who is very sweet.” murmured The receptionist, he was amazed at the figure.

Then, in the next minute, Winter walks out followed by Amora.

“Pak Winter.” calls the receptionist, making Winter's move instantly stop. “Ah, thank God.” continued the receptionist named Joana, then walked over to Winter while carrying the supply box that Snow gave him earlier.

“What's up? Is there anything important? I have to get to the hospital.”

“Not me, but Amora.”

Joana's forehead puckered thinly while looking at Amora who did look a little pale. Supposedly, Amora could go with the driver or someone who could drive her to the hospital. As if confirming the rumors, Amora chose to agree when Winter delivered treatment.

“This, from your wife.”

Winter stares at the blue dongker wrap in Joana's hand, then accepts it doubtfully.

“Sorry, I opened it and I read the sticky note, because Miss Snow said you were not in the room and gave the provisions to me. But I see the father now, and I think that provision is specifically made for the father. So sorry again, because I have opened and read the message your wife wrote there.”

Winter is silent. Then throw a light smile at Joana.

“Thank you, Jo. I will eat his lunch later. And there's no need to apologize. This should be yours.”

“Ah, no. No. gabe. You're more deserving of it, because Miss Snow made it for you. Your wife is very nice. And she is also very pretty.” Joana glanced at Amora, hinting that Snow's position was more meaningful than that of a shameless woman.

“Thanks, Jo. Later, if there are guests before I attend the meeting, please let me know. I have to take Amora to the hospital for a while.”

“Good, sir.”

***

The shiny black Range Rover came out of the office area. Snow, who was sitting at the front stop of Winter's office, had to once again see such a heart-wrenching sight. Snow sat firmly with two arms lodged above his thighs, his eyes not stopping to pay attention to Winter's car which was getting farther away until it disappeared in the fork in the road.

With a slow movement, he pointed his palm at the chest. Squeeze a plain white shirt covered in a dark green sweater with a straight and flat gaze.

He really can't cry anymore. Her tears are frozen. And all the expressions he wanted to express as a form of anger, no longer found the point he should have. Snow tired. His thin frail body was losing more and more energy. Surrender.

“Kak.” call Snow Turtle. He knew it would be in vain, but he could not tell his heart if there was a real Winter standing in front of him. “What do you know, how to become a Snow White?” Snow paused, tightening the squeeze on the chest that felt unusually strongly pressed by something, and so painful. “I, alone, fight.

“Without needing my sister to know how hard I am to do all that.

“What you know, when you are around me, I am very happy.

“What do you know, if I rely heavily on brother?”

Snow bowed languidly with a disappointed laugh.

“Ah, correct. You don't need to and don't have to know. Let me just, because all this is very difficult.”

“I,” murmured Snow, his voice choked because the saliva whipped quickly through the throat without him asking. “A-I, should go immediately.” []

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