
There are many mysteries in this world that have not been solved, for Aslan one of the mysteries of the world that he most wants to peel is a girl named Winnie.
In the middle of the flower garden, Winnie could not just stand still to see the natural beauty that had been treated in such a way, she continued to walk up to each flower plant and interact with it.
Smiling even talking, strangely when he made an interaction like praising the beauty of the flower a breeze blew that made the flower slightly lowered as if to say thanks.
At first Aslan only needed someone to acknowledge his greatness, he liked Winnie because of it. But the time that has been running with them little by little peeled off the nature of Winnie who never came to the surface, until he unconsciously fell in love with the girl.
Somehow Winnie feels for him she doesn't know, sometimes Winnie will behave like a servant she expects her loyalty to. Sometimes he is so cool to be a friend that can be shared, sometimes he is also considerate as if afraid of losing it.
But given how easily Winnie accepted her invitation to date, it was clear that Winnie did need it as a mutually beneficial relationship.
"Aaahhh, I'm thirsty" said Winnie back to the tent.
"Do you like flowers?" aslan asked realized the happy expression on Winnie's face.
"If my house had a large yard, I would have planted a lot of flowers here" he replied.
"My house is spacious, do you want to take care of the flowers in my house?" ask Aslan.
Bruuuuhhhh.
"You all right? drink slowly!" aslan exclaimed in panic while rubbing Winnie's back.
Still coughing Winnie shook her head, what made her choke was not her way of drinking but Aslan's question.
In her previous world such a question referred to a proposal, of course Winnie was shocked to hear it. But if you think again now he is in a different world, of course the meaning is different.
"I'm fine," he said slowly after his cough subsided.
"Winnie I love you," Aslan said suddenly.
His eyes fixed on Winnie with the feeling he had just said, his heart unable to resist the bitterness anymore so admitting it was the only way.
"What are you talking about?" ask Winnie who doesn't know what to answer.
He was about to stand up and leave but Aslan quickly pulled his hand until Winnie fell in a fist, when the eyes met the eyes of Winnie's palm could feel the pounding of Aslan's heart tight behind her chest.
"I don't know what you think of me, but one thing you should know is that I'm sincere. I love you," Aslan repeated in a voice that was almost like a whisper.
Winnie could always read someone's thoughts from their expressions, seeing Aslan's face one thing she was certain but reluctant to accept. Aslan was indeed sincere to him.
"Do you still want me to hug or do we go home? because I think it will rain soon" Aslan asked with a mischievous smile.
Quickly Winnie pushed away from Aslan, for some reason she was embarrassed to get such a temptation from Aslan.
"We go home" he said slowly, throwing his face away.
Of course, Winnie's reddened face made Aslan could not bear to tease her again, with a smile she got up and took Winnie's hand out of there.
As Aslan said, the originally bright blue sky with white clouds is now suddenly cloudy, when they have been driving away from the flower shop raindrops began to wet the earth. Spreading a characteristic wet smell.
Lucky when they got near Winnie's house the rain had stopped, when Aslan pulled over he just realized Winnie had fallen asleep.
His innocent face while sleeping made Aslan tempted to do something on that face, but he was patient enough that all he did was stare at Winnie until he woke up alone.
"Since then" said Aslan.
"Why didn't you wake me?" ask Winnie.
"Your face while sleeping is very funny, baby if I don't enjoy it," he replied.
"You took a picture of me?" winnie's been scared.
"Aah..hright! why didn't you think?" aslan exclaimed regretfully while banging his head on the steering wheel.
While Winnie smiled with relief, she thanked him and said goodbye before getting out of the car.
"Aslan," call Winnie from behind the window.
"Thank you for the date" he said, smiling.
It was a sincere remark that made Aslan feel relieved as well as happy, he nodded and let Winnie go.
After the date there was a bit of awkwardness for Winnie because of Aslan's statement, but luckily Aslan behaved as usual which made Winnie able to behave normally.
But there was clearly a slight difference, Aslan began to give him such freedom during the break.
"I want to burn with the others, you eat with Deborah" Aslan said before leaving with his men.
Of course Winnie knew the burning intent Aslan was saying, nodding Winnie quickly to take Deborah away before their queue got longer.
"You're not going with Aslan?" ask Deborah wonder.
"He told me to eat with you himself" said Winnie.
"Tumben once, did you guys have a fight?" ask Deborah.
"No! our relationship is fine, no need to ignore it. Aren't you happy to have lunch with me?" reply Winnie.
"Of course I'm happy, I miss eating alone with you!" sahut Deborah's.
Indeed, for quite a long time they did not eat together, because during lunch they continued to chat while occasionally laughing.
"Well...What do I see? Winnie's not with Aslan?" carl approached and sat down right in front of Winnie.
As Winnie's face turned cold with no expression, she knew Carl's arrival was not good luck.
"How's Carmen doing? wasn't he ditching long enough?" winnie replied with a mocking smile.
"It's getting better, if you miss him why don't you go see him?" ask Carl.
"No. I'm a poor man, if I go see him I'm afraid Carmen will get sick again because of the germs I'm carrying" Winnie said.
Facing eyes that intimidate each other there is a cold aura coming out of them, making the surrounding temperature drop dramatically to Deborah who most closely think he will get the flu.
"Tomorrow my birthday, come with Aslan," Carl handed me an invitation and left.
Winnie kept staring at Carl until he actually went to pick up the invitation, with the address of the hotel where the party was to be held. Winnie knew this party was just an excuse for the impending cold war, although her premonition was not good but it was not her way of running.