The Wedding Maze
WM-42|DAY MINUS SIXTEEN—15|

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“I don't want.”

Amora's statement succeeded in making Winter withdraw herself. He did not even expect that Amora would be that persistent in her stance. Winter knows, if Amora is stubborn. But he did not expect, if stuck with a stubborn woman is very annoying, also very difficult.

“Amora. Please..”.

“No.” Amora stared at the figure of Winter. He even smiled asymmetrical to show his dislike of Winter's expression that really hurt his self-esteem and feelings. Amora seems to have lost her mind and still wants Winter. “If I can't have you, then Snow can't!”

Winter's backstabbing her mane. Saves her frustration with tightly clenched lips and closed eyes. “Mora, please..”.

I don't know how many times Winter has pleaded? How'this? Why is everything getting worse? Winter just wants her marriage to Snow to be over. That'sthat's all. But why is everything so difficult?

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A short message notification surprised Snow. He got up slowly, peeked in pain, then grabbed his phone on the nightstand and read the contents of the message.

^^^Have you slept?^^^

Snow bit his lower lip. Winter sent a message, asking if she's asleep or not. It should be noted, this is for the first time.

Haven't. What was?

Snow tapped on the phone screen, glued it to his lips, waiting with uneasy feelings for the answer from Winter that he never received. But, instead of a message he received, Snow's phone is now ringing, a phone call coming in on Winter's behalf.

Snow's index finger was silent floating a few seconds above the screen of the phone that turned green with a light green button jumping up and down, and the default Winter profile picture appeared. Indeed, during her time as the man's wife, Snow never saw Winter's profile photo change though. Winter is special.

For a moment, Snow thought. Whether he should answer the call or not. But in the end, his finger was impatient to shift the button and hear Winter's voice.

“Halo.”

“Why not sleeping?”

Typical of dating people. How typical.

Snow doesn't know either. Since the dinner with his parents ended a few minutes ago, he had walked into the room, prepared to close his eyes, or at least draw, a picture, but all the events he planned were not implemented. He just kept quiet without doing anything, occasionally staring blankly at the walls of the room, staring with the contents of his head almost empty, his mind floating and flying somewhere. Or, thinking about Winter, maybe?

“I'm not sleepy.”

“A~h, am I interrupting?” tanya Winter felt bad.

Snow shook his head, but a moment later he realized that Winter would not see him. “No, kok.”

“There's something I want to talk to you about.”

Again, Snow was silent. Winter seemed to realize, if the silence of a Snow is a permit for him to continue his speech. “Amora said, she sent you something, right?”

Snow still did not want to make a sound. Until Winter resumed the sentence that he paused but did not respond to Snow. “Snow. I'm having trouble with Amora, our relationship is not okay.

I tried to end the relationship with him, but he refused and said everything was done. He also said he sent a message to you. Actually, what are you hiding from me?

What's something you never shared with me?”

Snow weighed something that was filling his brain. Nor does he want to mispronounce or sow hateful slander in order for Winter to hate Amora. He just wants everything to go the way it is today, because the farewell with Winter is in sight. He will soon be free, and Winter will also get her own happiness.

“Yes. A few days ago, I did receive a message from someone I didn't know who owned the number. I can't call that person Amora, because I don't know who it is.

A voice message, the..”.

Supposedly, this became a secret that only he knew alone. Snow does not want Winter to know about the voicemail, the voice message on which she wants to part with Winter. Maybe, something bad will not happen to Amora—if he really did it— when Winter found out, because Winter is indeed dear to Amora. But still, Snow should not be able to say this to anyone, including Winter.

“Voice message?” ask Winter. There's a peeking tone to Winter's voice across. “What sound message do you mean? Why did you never say that to me?”

“Do you know the meaning of privacy?” sahut Snow fast. It was as if he was being cornered, and Snow could not accept that. “Just like you, I also have some things I want to know alone and not to indulge in it in public.”

“Snow, I'm your husband. Not the person you should consider as—”

“No, from the beginning you were indeed someone else I could never give you a trust.”

“What do you mean?”

“Already, I am suddenly tired and want to rest. Thank you for calling today.”

Snow shouldn't have behaved like this. She just doesn't want Winter to change her mind to part with her. Yes, the goal right now is to just split up. Falids.

The phone call was ended unilaterally by Snow. Then he supported his head with two palms covering his face, rubbing it rough, and rubbed his own mane backward because of worry.

”Sials. Why is it so hard?” aspir Snow. In fact, Winter still can not disappear from his mind, still dominating his dwarf brain and can not step a bit of—stuck— where he is in order to remove all traces of memories that he kept tightly in the memory drawer.

For Snow, Winter is not the first person to occupy her heart, but Winter is the last person to have Snow's heart shackled in a complicated braid, more complicated than the tangled thread she is trying to decipher.

Yep. Snow called it, love.

While elsewhere, Winter who is no less worried also can not avoid dizziness in his head that feels heavier every second. Contacting Snow did not seem to be a good answer that made her anxiety disappear.

His outstretched arm took the blue stopmap that was on the square glass table in the middle room. Only with the light coming from the television without the volume of sound, Winter could see how Snow's signature was so real on the stamp, and that name was why it was getting etched so clearly on his head.

Winter's life is like a boomerang. All the effects of the marriage maze game that he deliberately created, now back to attack him. Striking on target and making him unable to find the exit other than to end everything so tragically right on his feet resting at this time.

Regretfully, only that useless word remained that dominated every Winter breath he breathed greedily. Breath hunting, Winter wants to surrender, then bring Snow back to him.

Winter throws the divorce papers away. He rubbed his face rough. Wanted to cry, but was too ashamed of himself. He gave a desperate grunt, leaning his back against the back of the sofa as he stared at the ceiling of the room.

“I'm destroyed.” []

...To be continued....