The Wedding Maze
WM-3 |TRAPPED MOMENT|

“No, no!”

Snow muttered to himself while shaking his head several times as he watched Winter's burly back who was busy cooking breakfast for the two of them.

Of course Winter feels that right now Snow is his responsibility, he doesn't want to be called a coward just for letting a girl go hungry inside his house. The manicure looks towards where Snow is resting both cheeks with his arms on the dining table.

“Hey, snow princess!” call Winter a surprise for Snow. When Snow's hands came down under the table, the two manics blinked quickly while watching Winter resume his sentence. “Can't you bring some of these ready-made foods to the table, princess?”

“Ah, sure!”

Snow jumped out of his seat just like that. He ran to the table near the kitchen pantry, then brought a bowl of chicken Kare that still reflected the smoke that made the stomach increasingly cacophony hungry.

The feeling of admiration was even more pronounced when all the menus were on the table. Winter started breakfast. He took a plate, then filled it with a piece of rice and poured Kare sauce on top of it. Snow, meanwhile, prefers to take two loaves of bread, filling them with carrot slices and also sowing them with sesame and a little pepper powder. I don't know what kind of food he makes, but the strange taste that arises actually tastes delicious on Snow's tongue.

“Why did you submit thirty days to convince me? Don't you want to marry me because you like me?”

Suddenly Snow stopped chewing his food, he stared at Winter intensely. The man in the striped light blue shirt looked so perfect. His face was handsome, and it could not be described how perfect the man before him was.

“It... I just don't want to waste our time!”

I don't know why, Winter didn't like the answer. Winter pulled the corner of his lips, smiling sarcastically as he stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

”I also don't want Sister Winter to part too long with sister's lover.”

Winter was surprised, she stared at the food nanar inside her plate, waiting for a follow-up sentence from Snow's lips. However, Snow who never spoke again made Winter raise his eyes, staring at Snow who was bowed lethargic while piercing pieces of carrots that he would not make anything.

Then, with a faint voice and a deep sigh, Winter said. “No need to rush, me and my lover will be fine if indeed you do not intend to harass us!”

Work that increasingly piled up after he took a two-day leave for his wedding, now Winter is made more dizzy when returning to work to make Winter's temple heavier. His breath was heard airing heavily several times before his arms stretched out to grab one by one the stack of sheets on his desk.

“Ck!!”

One thought escaped just like that. He was tired, and also what he heard from the girl who just one day ago became his wife continued to ring.

“Thirty days? Naive!!”

For Winter, it was too long. He wanted to be accelerated, because he did not want to linger with each other Amora, his lover who he still loved very much. Yes, at least so, Winter's brain is still filled with Amora's figure.

His gaze suddenly glared, staring blankly at the pen tucked between his index and middle fingers.

A plain white ring wrapped around his middle finger that was no longer empty. He recalled how he made a sacred promise to bind a girl, and brought her home as a companion to life. Winter didn't want that, he really didn't want that marriage to happen.

This is the first day where there are 29 days left. Winter smiles wryly at Snow's silly promise that she might apologize and begs him not to be left behind when the day comes.

“Stupid!” he murmured slowly, feeling annoyed that there was someone who dared to challenge him like this. Even after he thought over and over again, Snow was the first person to make him think as unreasonable as he was today.

Until a knock on the door leaf of his room scattered daydreams. Winter is again forced by reality when a beautiful woman in an office suit that looks suitable and fits with her beautiful body and beautiful face enters with the beats of Heels who still makes Winter's heart pound blazing. Amora carried a few more maps in her hands.

The girl approached with a flat expression, which Winter knew, it was an expression Amora showed for a desperation of the decision Winter had taken unilaterally.

Winter greets the girl with a warm smile as the two girls' legs are standing next to her, thrusting a file in front of her, then slightly bowing when opening the map. The soft aroma that Winter really likes from the figure of Amora greeting her inhaler makes Winter dissolve the figure of the girl who has been filling her heart.

And Winter had not said anything, Amora seemed to know what the man would say and said firmly. “I just want to ask for your signature, and don't want to talk more than anything else besides!”[]