Miss of Sunday

The Angel Smile

Ting!

He was shocked by an incoming message disturbing his solitude in the middle of a cold night accompanied by drizzle. Opened, read and then replied and then directed the view again towards the screen of his laptop monitor.

Ting!

A message came in again. But this time Sunday did not pay attention. He was too busy with his job.

Beep beep beep. Want to not want Sunday to look at his phone.

Faris...

Call from Whatsapp app.

Sunday lifted up and then looked back at his laptop screen.

"What!" Welcome Sunday rather snapped

"It's very bad, Miss. Calm down's..." The voice across sounded a little chuckling.

"Just disturb." Sunday grumbling.

"It's night, isn't the word bang Haji Rhoma stay up late don't stay up, it means nothing." The voice sang Rhoma Irama.

"Sok knows. As a millennial kid, staying up late is always meaningless."

"Oh yeah?"

"Ahh, already. If you just want to interrupt, just hang up." Sunday began to fall.

"OK.. okay..." Faris laughed knowing her interlocutor was beginning to show symptoms of anger. Maybe Sunday is still angry, he said.

"Next week I'm home." Faris then.

"Who cares." Answer Sunday acting indifferently. Though there is a bit of pleasure in him.

How not, a friend who has been far away soon will go home.

Yapp, Sunday and Faris are friends with LDR. Not only a boyfriend can have LDR. Friends too.

Their friendship began when Faris delivered a Sunday paternity to him when Faris returned home from a cruise ship where he worked as a sailor and Sunday's father was his supervisor as a supervisor.

Sunday, who had just returned from school, was hot. The weather in June is unbearable heat for those who live in this equatorial country.

Not wanting to linger feeling the scorching sun of Sunday rushing to park his stylish Scoopy on the porch of his house and immediately entering the house. It had been imagined by the cold water in the refrigerator that could save itself from the hot air running through his body.

But just opening the door of the house, Sunday was surprised by an alien figure in front of him. A sweet smile displayed a dazzling array of white teeth. In front of the creature, his mother greeted with a face like usual sumringah.

"Hi dear... " His mother approached him. Sunday according to and like a moment forget the hot weather that a moment ago disturbed him. "It's for you, Sun."Mama Sunday handed out a paper bag labeled with a famous brand. The feeling is starting to feel bad. The young man before him looked courteous in front of him. Sunday returned his smile in doubt.

Memory Sunday is trying to improve her search system to find out if she knows this man. Her mother seemed to know what Sunday was thinking and immediately gave an answer from Sunday's search on the new face.

"This is Faris, Papa's friend. She delivered this to you" Mama Sunday pointed at the paper bag in her hand that was proffered to her.

"Ooo..." Sunday was instantaneous.

So, this guy's Papa's friend. Bringing a seat from Papa. Batin Sunday's.

Sunday immediately walked into his room immediately after thanking the man. Like there is a strange feeling from a man who has not even been able to introduce himself to Sunday.

But Sunday did not care about the strange look of the man. All sailors are the same.

From inside her room she faintly heard Ana, mama Sunday, apologizing for Sunday's cold demeanor. Ana gave as reasonable a reason as possible for Sunday's indifferent attitude towards them. After that Sunday no longer cared. The bag containing the watch may have been lying with a pile of other items in his closet. Sunday won't touch him again. All the stuff from his papa to him was never meaningful.

Sunday had even forgotten that he really wanted cold water. The thing behind the bag made him forget instantly on his thirst. There is only hate.

It was the first time Sunday had met Faris.

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One afternoon at an ice cream shop, Sunday with his friends.

Windy and Suzan are enjoying their favorite ice cream. Sunday was still waiting for his order between long queues. Sunday had just come, so he could just order at his favorite store.

The three people in front of him had gotten service now it was his turn.

"Good afternoon, Brother. What would you order?" Greet the waiter in front of Sunday with semyum made as sweet as possible beat the ice puter frezer clear before him.

"Es puter durian flavor, sister." His message was to a waitress in front of him.

After Sunday's order was ready, the waiter handed the ice princess over. Sunday is ready to pay. But he didn't find his wallet. Wanted but didn't find it either. Ahh, he just remembered, his wallet was left in the bag he was wearing yesterday. Today he was wearing another bag. Just Sunday intending to borrow money from his friends at the end of the room table, someone had placed a 100-thousand dollar bill on the waitress table.

"It's..." A man said right next to her.

Sunday turned his head and found a smiling man with an angel beside him.

"No, I'll pay for it." Sunday felt bad.

"It's okay, I see you're probably not carrying your wallet." Still with a smile on her face.

"No... No. gabe... I'm coming with my friend, I'm just gonna borrow my friend."

As if ignoring Sunday's refusal, the man made sure that the waitress should receive payment from him. Pramusaji eventually received a payment from the man, and Sunday could only thank him with a bad feeling.

"Thank you." The word Sunday finally.

"okay." Reply to the man. Then Sunday passed towards the table his friends were at.

"Yahhh. I just came, your ice cream is up." Disappointed sunday. Both of his friends giggled.

"Who told you to be late." Windy Chirps.

"First, it's because of the cruel laborers. Second, because my wallet is missing."

"Why the laborers? Doesn't he like you?" Suzan Temptation.

"Well.like what. He tortured me by giving me endless apprenticeship assignments. Today I had to scan all the PCs in the lab to be virus free. 40 PCs a day. My eyes feel swollen. Looky... " Sunday asked for intercourse while thrusting his face to his two friends in turn.

"Where? it's normal." Windy commented while giggling.

"Look, Suzan." Now Sunday instead is approaching Suzan.

"Moreover." Answer Suzan cuek.

"Ahh...why are you this bad to me". Rajuk Sunday who felt did not get more attention from his friends.

Then the two friends laughed batedly at the behavior of sulking Sunday in order to avoid rowdy so as not to disturb other tavern residents.

"All right, now lend me the money. My ice daughter was paid for by that man." Show Sunday at 9. But then he dyed because the man in question was no longer in the place of origin.

Sunday circulated the view throughout the room but did not find it. Ahh, where's the helper man just now.

Perhaps he was an angel who was deliberately present to help when I did not bring my wallet. Sunday scratched his non-itchy head.

"Who, Sun." Suzan asked who only saw Sunday looking so curious.

"So he was there but now there's nothing."

"It's gone maybe she." Windy Chirps.

"Well, I haven't returned the money he paid." Sunday was disappointed not to see the man he meant.

Still with a bad feeling, Sunday enjoyed his ice daughter while occasionally chatting with her friends who were laced with laughter. Ladies time's.

Just after Sunday had finished her ice cub, the three young girls appeared to come out from inside the tavern. But beside the exit appeared a stranger man standing and talking to his cell phone.

Sunday stops her steps, then borrows money to Suzan and lets her friends go home first. Suzan asked why then Sunday gestured that the man at the end of the porch was the one who paid for the ice. Susan & Windy understood and they decided to go home first.

15 Minutes of waiting, the man finally finished with his talk. Sunday seemed to be ready to greet the man.

"Hi, it's for my ice daughter." Said Sunday to the man after being 2 steps ahead of him.

"Oh my God, it's just an ice princess. No problem." The man still refused.

"No no. I don't want to owe a stranger. So please accept it."

"Foreign?" The man frowned. As if something was wrong. Sunday tried to digest the foreign man's expression. "Have we never met." Now the man developed his smile.

Sunday opened one by one the files in his brain memory. Thinking hard in the range of 1000 mbps, trying to find the faces recorded in his memory. And how shocked he was after finding facial data from one of the files in his brain folder.

"You..." Sunday guess. The man smiled. "France..."

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**Hey all, sorry if my first article was messy and irregular. Here too the story has not been clearly drawn because it is just the beginning.

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