The Wedding Maze
WM-28 |DAY MINUS TEN-21|

Today just passed by. There is no sense of excitement, no excitement while waiting for someone, also, no more love as before. Love that grows when you first meet. Taste, all of that must end exactly in a matter of ten.

Snow changed the horror channel that suddenly turned romantic. Repugn. He hates romance since today. His gaze was blank, he only looked at the people who were moving, did acting according to the script set for them, and presented them to the television screen as a spectacle. Not even denied, some people can be entertained by their stories.

“At least, they are just acting. Not happening in their real life.” murmured Snow, looking for the truth when he felt himself when he was caught in a mess as runny as the show on the television.

A moment later, when the clockwork had changed position, Snow heard footsteps clashing against the floor. Winter's coming. Then he stopped where Snow was.

“Tadi, you came to the office?”

“Eum. I'll drop my supplies to the receptionist.”

Winter frowned, something was different from Snow. The girl did not see him while talking.

“Why not contact me first?”

“Because I was in a hurry.”

Flat. It's flat until Winter can guess if something happened to Snow. He stared at the blue dongker bag in his hand, then tried to pull one more question as a final.

“What time do you come to the office?”

Snow did not want to argue for longer. He intends to say everything. They say that married couples should not keep secrets from each other, right?

Snow stood up, walking to be right in front of Winter. Then a little look up to find the facial features and also the attention of a pair of beautiful beads belonging to the husband.

“Nine o'clock, and I saw big brother was with him.” replied Snow, flat without a certain expression. All he did was want to answer a question, then go to the room and lock himself up no matter what else was going to happen.

However, things did not go as expected. Winter stopped her steps, clutching her wrist very tightly without caring for the sick moans Snow let out.

From there, Winter can guess the reason why the box was on the reception desk, and why Snow was cold to him tonight.

“You saw me and Amora?”

“Ah, so her name is Amora huh?” sarkas Snow, still staring straight at Winter with lips that he accidentally opened, was shocked. “Beautiful name. Like people. It is fitting that many men look at him. Or willing to live a hidden relationship behind their wives.”

For some reason, hearing the answer full of sarcasm and sarcasm from Snow, it makes Winter's heart as in a strong squeeze until one side of his temper like a re-aroused.

“You're jealous?”

Snow did not answer. He just pulled his skinny arm from Winter, trying to break free and leave. However, his efforts were in vain. Winter strengthened the grip to make the blood flow to Snow's pulse seem to stop, numb.

“Say. You jealous?”

“For what? Didn't I have been warned from the beginning about this? Then, why should I be jealous of a woman who does have the heart of the man I love?”

Winter's stunned. This was the first time Snow had said that he loved her. All this time, Snow had only shown that with a concern, but now he said it.

“But misfortune,” continued Snow, with a low tone late slurred. “—dia prefers other women who first win his heart. And of course, beautiful.”

A trace of guilt invaded Winter's heart, looking for a loophole to end her relationship with Amora, then began a new life with Snow White.

Winter's hand grips stretch. He didn't want to hold Snow off any longer if it would only make the girl suffer. It should have been, from the beginning of this relationship did not have to be established. Supposedly, they would not have to live together if only to hurt each other. Supposedly, he did not touch and snatch what Snow had, that night and made himself trapped by his own feelings. And yes, he should not have loved Snow.

Without saying and asking Snow for any permission, Winter pulled Snow's slender waist. Kiss her deeply, though Snow refuses any tongue swipe that greets her lips. No matter what, Winter took Snow's body to the sofa in the middle room, then squeezed the small body until it was barely wrinkled.

Snow tried to keep the ego. He refuses Winter's every touch of his body, but he loses. Winter's energy is greater, and Snow ends up miserable. She can only cry silently, letting Winter tear through every piece of cloth she wears, and letting Winter re-enter her pit.

With every strong urge Winter creates, Snow can only withstand a disgusting sound that even he himself would not be willing to hear. His palms clenched firmly, he was unable to stare at the face of my beloved Winter who for several days he had longed for. Everything had already happened, and Snow was forced to accept the painful circumstances, due to his own mistakes.

And at one breaking point where Winter has sipped the favor of the world she got alone, Snow sees it. Seeing Winter close her eyes with a single tear that fell right on her open chest. The man was also harboring something, but Snow did not want to know or even ask.

Winter pulled away, then sat down on a velvet cloth with a naked body, both arms he had on his knees bent upwards. Dive into your own feelings, then regret. Sorry because from the beginning, none of this should have happened.

“What do you want to say to me right now, Snow?” tanyanya, with shoulders up and down because of gasping.

Snow hid himself by turning his gaze on the back of the chair.

“Aparticularly?” snow asked back, with breath no less breath than Winter. “Mari split.”

Winter's riveted. It was as if he had found such a terrifying end. He never felt disappointed like this.

“Separe?”

He repeated Snow's statement and turned it into a question to make sure that what he had just heard, was not wrong because of his currently unfriendly hearing to hear such a sentence.

The air they were breathing seemed to turn stifling. Snow must lie to his own feelings, and Winter must accept the fact that they will no longer be together if they remain like this.

“Give me one chance.”

Instantly, Snow turned his head, noticing Winter's already slightly calmer broad back.

“Give me one chance to fix all this. Start from the beginning.”

Hearing that, there was a rush of happiness that invaded Snow's entire heart and mind. But again he had to take the pain of a reality.

“I'll talk to Amora slowly.”

Apparently, it's still that woman.

Isn't this very painful? Or more accurately, could Snow be selfish this time around? Wanting to have Winter as her husband by herself, does that sound selfish?

Snow tried to get up slowly, then restyled the clothes on his broken body, getting off the sofa in a stammering motion. Then he stood up, with a soft tone and hoarse laden with disappointment he said,

“Give me another reason, besides the woman.”

Winter's riveted. His face was flat against the fine velvet cloth on which he sat. His heart is at war with a feeling, a reality and a desire.

With a single large breath filling the chest cavity, Winter turned to Snow who had almost left him for not giving an answer.

“I'm not sure, but I can't deny either,”

Snow remained silent, not continuing. His salivary slid through the throat just like that as he waited for the continuation of the sentence Winter was about to say. Snow did not expect much, however, but one corner of his heart wanted a convincing sentence from Winter's side, which would be the reason he still had to survive here, in such a stifling and torturous place and situation.

“I love you.”[]