The Wedding Maze
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Can we meet? I want to talk to you about something.

I'm waiting for you at YOLO's cafe, five o'clock in the afternoon.

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YOLO cafe, 5 pm.

Snow took his flat shoes to the cafe area, heading to one of the seven tables he knew from a message with the same sender number, the owner of the number asked to meet him.

There, someone was waiting for him.

And yes, Snow's heart was literally pounding chaotically at the sight of the presence. He could not have come if he did not because he wanted to make sure that the number was the person he was attached to.

Amoras. He was sitting there, looking out from behind the glass of the cafe and turning his back to Snow.

The feeling of gambiness invaded Snow's entire mind. Suddenly, his brain offers him two options to choose one as a decision so that the anxiety he experiences gets a way out. First, meet Amora and chat a lot about the topic that the woman will bring. Or two, go like a coward.

Snow squeezed the tip of the scarf hanging in front of his chest, clenching his lips with a bead locked on Amora's back which still had not changed position.

One question arises. How could he be consumed by curiosity and obey Amora's desire to meet? Despite the fact, Snow does not want to meet and meet face to face with the woman who managed to fill the heart of Winter, her husband, until their marriage ended tragically.

The knock of the flat shoes was muffled by the sound of rain that suddenly fell a few seconds ago, as if voicing the contents of Snow's heart that was chaotic like being hit by a storm.

“So, it turns out you are the owner of that number?”

Amora, who was surprised by Snow's voice, turned her head rough and kicked the leg of the table to cause a noise that attracted the attention of some visitors. The two look at each other. Unlike Snow who saw Amora with a straight and flat gaze, Amora looked at Snow with a slightly pompous face.

“Ah, have you arrived? Sit down and order something first. Let's talk slowly.”

Inner Snow, does Winter know about this meeting? Did Amora do this with Winter's permission?

“Eummm.” replied Snow, positioned himself, pulled out one seat left in front of Amora and sat there and grabbed the menu book and ordered a glass of Apple juice. Yes, maybe Apple juice can dampen his anger if later unexpectedly Amora will say things that he does not want to hear. “So, what's your purpose in inviting me to meet, miss Amora?”

“Even you knew my name before I introduced myself. Did Winter tell you much about me?” ask Amora. There was a sly and proud grin behind the smile he was presenting in front of Snow. He was sure that the woman who became his rival would be instigated and leave Winter for him.

“Yes. He has told me a lot. Even about your forbidden relationship.”

Either way, hearing of her relationship and Winter being called Snow with a forbidden relationship, Amora's emotions are fiddled. The smile on his face faded away, changing into a sharp gaze full of anguish. He stared straight at Snow's pupils, then pulled one corner of his lips. “Defined relationship? We were even dating before you attended and became the third person in our relationship.”

Yep. Snow knows. For that he nodded his head. He understood that if they were true lovers who would not be separated, even with his presence, Winter would prefer to be next to Amora than him. “I know. But, is not it good if a girl, still in a relationship with a married man? Even though you dated for many years, isn't it a must for you to end the relationship, if one of you has already taken a commitment to live with someone else?”

Amora was struck by the words spoken by Snow. From the observations that he has made so far, Snow is a weak woman who will succumb to what is in the reality of her life, then accept freely and allow herself to be treated like anything. But after meeting and talking directly to Snow, his conjecture had been wrong all along.

“I should be the one occupying your position now.” replied Amora flatly. He was out of words.

Their conversation paused for a moment when the waitress came carrying the apple juice and americano they ordered.

“Yes. And supposedly, I never knew the two of you.” Snow said. He did not want to cover up the slightest disappointment in front of Amora who had managed to mess everything up. Making his relationship with Winter on the edge, until Snow who must accept the loss of a fetus due to the shackles of Winter's anger at that time.

Snow successfully ignited the embers. The face of Amora pias, her two manics staring dislike at Snow, her face and ears reddened with emotion.

Amora squeaked, trying to guess the meaning behind Snow's words that sounded assertive.

“Without that voicemail, we are already planning to split.”

Lies. If not for the voice mail, Snow would have fallen in love with Winter. But now, reality seemed to overturn his head. He makes up other lies to cover up his own feelings.

“Me and Winter agreed to end our marriage after the thirtyth day. But I must also thank you for your efforts, Miss Amora. Because of the voice mail, I realized I had to walk in the direction I should have taken long ago. Maybe even, I and Winter should not have been together since the beginning.”

Snow's chest rumbled. His fingers trembled as he told the lie he was making. Snow is too scared if she will tell and confess her feelings for Winter, to Amora.

“I've signed our divorce papers. And congratulations,” Snow smiled gently, reached out before Amora's face, waiting for the woman to greet her with a happy face without guilt.

Amora is abai. He let the palm hang in the air, and Snow was forced to pull back his arm that would shake and he held it desperately.

“Ah, you don't like to receive congratulations from me, huh?” cybik Snow with a low tone and a smile that still framed on his ayu face. “Congratulations on your success shortening the age of our marriage. I'm very grateful to you, because you made me realize, where my domain should be.”

Amora nailing. He was completely out of words. All the sentences that he had composed since two days ago, came out just like that after hearing every sentence that whipped from Snow's lips. This woman was kind, just like Winter told her a few days ago, before she decided to take Snow to meet.

“I think enough. I need to get back because I have work to do. And thank you for inviting me to meet you today, Miss Amora. Hope your relationship lasts. And don't forget to attend our divorce hearing. I'm waiting for your congratulations.” said Snow as he put down a hundred dollar bill and was about to leave.

Amora is being intimidated. This was not something that was in his plan. It should be Snow who is feeling hurt. It should be Snow who will be sad about this situation. It should be Snow who feels wasted, not himself. The sentence continued to spin, until Amora squashed the tip of the blazer that still beautified her appearance.

But hearing the woman's persistence in the face of a breakup with the figure of the man who is now boomerang for her, Amora is misty. He felt he had misplaced himself. He should be the one who is sad, hurt, and wasted. Winter never wrongly asked her to end the relationship for the sake of a woman like Snow.

“Winter loves you.” suddenly, that sentence just slid off Amora's lips. He hoped that, after Snow found out about it, the burden of guilt on his shoulders would fall and free himself.

However, instead of the happy twinkle-filled gaze she saw on the two beautiful beads of Snow, Amora saw a fog of sadness there. Snow seemed to be holding back a sadness that was ready to spill and explode right then and there, but everything managed to be hidden back by the woman in the frame of a smile on her peach color.

“Thank you for telling me that. But it's too late, and I've wiped out all the feelings I've been trying to wake up to. If Winter loves me, she won't choose this farewell. And you need to know, miss Amora.” Snow took a faint breath, trying to cover up the pain that was creeping through his heart. He wanted to scream and cry, but not in front of Amora. “Winter loves you too. So, there is no hope for me to be reproached by his heart.”

“You're wrong. I know Winter better than you. And I know how Winter loves someone.”

Snow, who was about to leave, now had to stand not far from Amora. “Winter will be deeply hurt by your farewell. He loves you so much even in a matter of days, which he could never do to me.”

Snow could no longer hold back his tears. One tear drop on each eyelid, shed. “Before it's too late, cancel your divorce, and get back together. Winter loves you so much, more than her love for me.”[]

...The To Be Continued....

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