The Wedding Maze
WM-8 |SOMETHING HIDDEN FROM ME|

Amora is the most reliable figure in many ways, such as work. She's a disciplined and professional girl with an infinite degree, according to Winter. That's why Winter is still able to go as far as Amora asks that Winter not talk about their relationship, just yet. Especially about the issue of marriage which is clearly the two are still not ready to continue their relationship in the serious direction.

“Investor of Tongue company will arrive in about an hour.” Amora voice interrupts, drawing Winter's attention from the computer monitor containing the company's revenue statistical data.

“Ah, I'll get ready.”

Amora placed a sheet of paper on Winter's desk, then gave directions on what would be discussed in today's important meeting. After everything was delivered, Amora took a step away and went back to silence. He's even colder day by day, and Winter feels guilty about it.

“Mora.” call Winter, suddenly make Amora who want to step back silently on shiny black heels with a right as high as ten centimeters that support her body. “What is my schedule after the meeting ends?”

Amora is now opening another map containing a series of Winter schedules for the next month.

“Nothing, you can go home fast!”

“Are you willing to have dinner for a while with me?”

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Classic music, floral and pine aromas blend in from the room's fragrances, and the glass-walled building has always been a favorite of both of them. Winter and Amora. The two always have dinner together at this place, more precisely before Winter decides to marry Snow and still love Amora.

“I'll order your favorite meal!” winter broke the silence. The main purpose was to meet and invite Amora to dinner together to talk back to the discomfort of their current relationship.

Amora nodded, she did not refuse because she also needed to eat. And this place provides food that is very suitable to the taste of his tongue.

Amora knew that she would be a shameless person as her office friends say if she was still attached to Winter, but she still could not resist Winter's remarks.

After the waitress leaves with Winter's chosen order, the man looks back at Amora's beautiful face, which still makes her flutter.

“I want to apologize once again to you.” he said, trying to convince Amora once again to accept his apology.

The girl was silent. He no longer wants to discuss the relationship that he considers the past.

“Please do not back corner me, Mr. President.”

Winter did not expect that Amora would still provide the same answer for him.

“If you want me to stop acting like such a fool,” Winter pauses, she just wants Amora to understand how she feels right now. ”—don't be cold and indifferent to me!”

Amora immediately stared at his sight. He didn't even expect Winter's request this time to sound more pressing. Amora's body stiffened as the back of her hand was accosted by Winter's palm surface. His lips were confused, not a single sentence of rejection he could express when Winter increasingly pulled him in the embrace.

“I beg.”

...***...

Sometimes, though,

I'm so scared. The time when I opened my eyes and it all came back without anyone, and it just became a shadow and a memory in my mind.

I'm scared, I'm scared,

Snow was preoccupied with the explosion of oil produced by tuna fish in the frying pan. Even several times the white skin was exposed to a hot oil splash that narrowed in all directions. He tried his best to serve food that was worth eating when Winter came home.

Every now and then his eyeballs glanced at the cellphone he had placed on the dining table from the corner of his eye, waiting for a reply from a message he had sent some time ago.

“Ck!! Why didn't he reply to my message?!” annoyed. He even wanted to slam the spatula he was holding, so upset. But stop when you know the consequences that will happen. As a result, he just grunted while returning to focus on completing homework, cooking for dinner with his husband.

Until recently Snow who wanted to receive a reply to a message, he heard someone pressing the home intercom. His feelings turned so happy, pounding that he unconsciously tidied up his already messy appearance.

The proportion of Winter's strapping appeared from behind the main door. Snow could hear Winter's shoe steps knocking on the floor in a regular rhythm, until Winter's figure was already in front of the refrigerator and picked up a bottle of cold water and downed him.

There was no conversation, other than Winter's bead watching Snow from behind the glass bottle he was still holding.

“I made dinner for us.” said Snow excitedly. Even now he has reached for a filter to lift the fish from the frying oil.

“I've eaten out with friends.”

Hearing that, Snow's fingers suddenly hung above the overflow of oil without caring about the explosion that was still going on, not feeling the slightest pain as before. I don't know why his heart suddenly throbbed in pain. Winter doesn't even seem guilty, let alone apologizing. Winter just put the bottle back in the refrigerator, then was about to leave.

There's something hidden from me.

“You love?” terka Snow surprised Winter who had turned around and almost stepped away from Snow just like that because accidentally, Snow inhaled another scent that came out when Winter appeared and stood not far from him.

Winter silently gave no answer, making Snow guess himself if his guess was right.

Do I have to be a poor girl and not be noticed by her own husband who prefers her lover?

“Really?” snow asked once more, confirming, with a slick smile resisting the disappointed feeling that had filled the chest cavity.

Winter twisted the body, linking the bead to the figure of Snow who was still frozen on the side of the kitchen pantry. There was a little guilt, but he quickly diverted it by establishing that what he did was not wrong. Yes, at least Snow also has the right to know about this.

But, at another minute when Winter had not had time to say an answer, Snow had already left Winter, passing through without a word that he could say, Snow was completely out of words, he said, his patience is being tested at the moment. But Snow again stopped his steps and turned around while staring at Winter with a different expression. A beautiful face that a few minutes ago looks full of disappointed look, now turned into a girl who looks 'good' in front of the husband.

Snow turned the electric stove taker pointing at the word Off.

“Nothing.” he continued, deliberately paused to string the next sentence that he would say to Winter. “There are still other days for us to have dinner together. Take a shower, brother. I will prepare warm water for you, then rest. I know you must be tired.”

Snow left, leaving the kitchen with all the mess he caused because this was his first time cooking.

Winter couldn't do anything about it, staring at the chaos in his kitchen, until his deer bead caught a magnificent sight. Since when does tuna have such a black color?

Slowly, the corner of his lips pulled upwards. His head shook in disbelief as the shadow of how Snow frying the poor fish appeared inside his head.

Folding his shirt up to the elbow, then reaching for the dirty and messy kitchen utensils into the dishwasher, lighting the water faucet and continuing the work he should not do. And between the tiredness that swung on both shoulders, Winter still had a light smile when she remembered how Snow could fry the fish until it was almost burned like that.

“She's really special.”[]