Miss of Sunday

Important Task

The buds hang water droplets from the rain overnight. The morning wind knocked some of it out. Birds are not so crowded. But the reddish glow in the eastern horizon began to gush slowly painting the morning real.

Sunday opened his eyes as the alarm on his phone showed at 5 a.m. It's still dark outside. He turned from where he lay and found Faris sleeping beside him. Still with a peaceful face that lately fills every early day. Every time he looked at Faris' face, Sunday was grateful for the one thing that he felt Faris was the right person. Right as a place to drop his heart.

Slowly Sunday reviewed the smile of looking fixedly at the face of the man who is currently her husband. Although sometimes still a little foreign, but every hear the word 'husband' in fact always makes Sunday pounding happy. Now she is married and entering a new chapter in her life.

"I'm really good looking in my sleep, so look at it until you're satisfied." Said Faris suddenly with lazy eyes open.

"Ahh, the narcissist is awake apparently." Sunday threw away his face, turned around again and hid his merry face because shame had been caught staring at Faris like that.

"I know you admire me." Now Faris wrapped her arms around Sunday's body and pulled her so they could get close to each other. Sunday obedient. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight Faris at all costs. After all he was getting used to Faris' 'sweet treatment' like that.

"Yes yes, I admire you a lot. So amazed that I couldn't breathe." Sunday quipped because Faris' embrace felt too strong. Then Faris smiled and loosened her embrace.

"Hugging me that hard, where do you think I'm going?"

"I don't want you anywhere yet. Don't get up yet. Let's do this all day." Faris sucked her face into Sunday's neck, inhaling the fragrance from there.

"Hey, isn't there enough time we've spent the last week together like this? You don't want to go to work? All the officers must have been waiting for you."

"I don't want to go anywhere, I want to be with you." Faris tightened her embrace again.

"Basic..." Sunday smiled wryly to find Faris sticking to it like that.

"I think I'll just work at home. I don't think I can get far from you."

"Gombal." Sunday Cibir.

"Did I just move my office home?"

"Well you're this."

"Hey, I'm the boss so it's up to where the office is."

"You're such a ridiculous boss." Sunday turned to face Faris. Look at his eyes and laugh.

"Have the Boss, if we keep going like this, when are we gonna wake up."

"I don't want to wake up. I told you I wanted us to be like this all day."

"I have to cook. Aren't you hungry?"

"By looking at you like this, I'm full enough."

"Oh my God, your seduction is really a dime." Sunday felt funny but also blushed to hear Faris say it.

We spent a week in Santorini. The place Faris once promised as their honeymoon destination. An island with buildings lined up neatly above the caldera and dominated by the colors of pure white and bright blue in Greece. Which offers a variety of beauty and romantic atmosphere in every corner.

Stay at a hotel with a balcony that offers a stunning view. Enjoy breakfast while looking at the view on the hotel window or balcony. Small two-story houses in white and blue domes neatly lined up signify the peculiarities of Santorini.

One week in Santorini, Sunday and Faris really enjoy their honeymoon. Starting from a tour to Palaia Kameni, which is one of the two islands in the middle of the Santorini caldera. They visited Nea Kameni. Seeing that, a glimpse of Sunday saw it as the mountains of Bromo, only Nea Kamenk surrounded by the ocean. From there they can see Fira, the capital of Sanforini and Oia, one of the beautiful residential areas in Santorini.

In Oia, they could see a very beautiful sunset. No wonder Sunday had heard that the sunset there got the nickname "Number One Location of the World’s Best Sunsets." The yellowish-white sunlight appears to illuminate the buildings along the Oia caldera giving a distinctive impression of the Mediterranean atmosphere.

In addition to these places, Sunday and Faris also spend time walking and visiting various other places, including Akrotiri. There they saw the ancient site of the Minoan civilization that was buried by a volcanic eruption in 1500 BC. Remnants of civilization in Akrotiri visible from the residential buildings there. There are still many objects such as pots, beds, and jars that are still in their original form. According to archaeologists, at the time of the eruption, the inhabitants had already saved themselves first. Equipment and property were left behind and are now an attraction of interesting tourist destinations.

Because it has been to Santorini while still sailing, a little Faris knows the place and does not need to be accompanied by a tour guide.

And last night was their return to their homeland after their journey from Greece. That's why Faris still didn't want to get out of bed this morning.

"Darling, come on, let me go. I must fulfill my country's duty as your wife." Rayu Sunday while putting on a sweet pretentious face.

"You want to be my good wife?" Sunday nodded his head which was still attached to the pillow.

"Just follow what I say."

"What's that?"

"Stay like this until my next instruction."

"You are a dictator. Even my gestures must be decisive." Sunday put on a pouting face.

"Just follow me and let's enjoy this cold morning here." Hearing that, Sunday became more and more manyuning.

"You know, I still often can't believe you can actually have this." Faris hugged him tightly for a moment then loosened him again.

"You know, I was almost desperate to get close to you because you're always selling me dearly."

"really? But all I know is that you've always been so intensely chasing me." Sunday knitted both his eyebrows.

"When you know you don't even want me to go near."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, but when I found out you didn't want me to go with Gina, I realized one thing I hadn't read before. And when I realized that, I didn't want to waste any more time because I thought that my struggle should be ended as beautifully as I should." Sunday smiled at Faris.

"I love you." Said Faris later.

"I love you." Reply Sunday. A moment later Faris kissed him. Sunday knew there would be 'no good' things if they kept like that.

"Ahh, I'm kebelet." Suddenly Sunday.

"No, you're just pretending."

"Really, I need to get to the bathroom right away."

"I can't believe it. It must be your wits to get away from me." Faris tightened her embrace again.

"I'm not lying. Actually I've been holding him down since, but you keep me like this."

"really? I'm not sure what you're saying." Faris squinted her eyes.

"Are you sure you really love me?"

"of course. Why do you still doubt it?" Faris looked straight at Sunday.

"How can a man who loves but tortures this cruel." Sunday looked at Faris expectantly to let him go.

"Have it, don't use it this way. You made me..." Faris then kissed Sunday's cheek and removed his arm.

"This time I let you go, but I'll pounce on you sometime. Beware." Beware." Sunday who immediately woke up from his sleep after Faris took off a hug only responded by singing his favorite duck face-style lips.

Sunday went into the bathroom when Faris saw his phone. There are some incoming messages. One of them is from Novi. Ask if she'll be going to Font soon or still want to honeymoon. The word honeymoon is written in capital letters as an emphasis. He must have been very overwhelmed during the week at Font alone replacing his duties while concurrently his own.

Faris replied to her brother's message with just a smile emoticon. You can be sure his brother will spray it after seeing the contents of the message.

Sunday arranged a breakfast meal at the dinner table as Faris came down from the second floor and approached her.

"Brown jam toast, perfect for this morning." Faris murmured while taking a seat at one corner of the table.

"I found nothing in the fridge. So this is all I can prepare." Sunday sat next to Faris.

"Look, I'm not a chatty husband and I'll eat whatever my wife cooks." Faris faces Sunday who puts bread on her plate.

"Thank God, if you dare to be chatty I'll make you cook your own food." Threat Sunday. Faris responded with a big smile.

"Later I'll go shopping for our dinner."

"Then your lunch?" Faris turned her head towards Sunday like she was worried about something.

"I can eat anything."

"The wooden furniture here is expensive, I hope you don't touch it."

"You think I'm a termite?" Sunday hit Faris' arm and laughed.

"Alright, this place now has a hostess, I don't have to worry about anything anymore. Do whatever you want to do with this house." Faris got out of her chair after finishing breakfast.

"Do you want to change the furniture to your taste? Maybe need some renovations on some parts you want? Or anything else like that?" Tawar Faris's. He did that to Sunday because he wanted Sunday to feel comfortable living in their home.

"No, I think this house is very comfortable. Anywhere and no matter what the place is, just being with you I feel enough." Sunday rolled his eyes after saying that and Faris immediately rounded his eyes. Sunday is getting good at seducing now. But of course it makes him very happy.

"You made me think about ditching today." Faris hugged the tiny body of Sunday. Sunday answered.

"Forget your intentions it's because I'll drive you to Font myself if you do." Faris laughed then let go of her embrace and walked towards the exit. Sunday followed by his side.

"Bi Muti is coming from tomorrow. I called him earlier. He'll help you here."

"Help what? You fired me from Font and 'worked me' here, why still hire Bi Muti? You don't trust me?" Sunday looked at Faris who was walking beside him.

"I really 'hired you' in this house. But you're not a housekeeper. You're the hostess. So don't do everything yourself. Don't be so tired. Because I'm preparing you for an even more important task." They're up on the porch now.

"Oh yeah? What'sthat?" Sunday was astonished and worried what more task Faris would give him. Why being his wife, Faris increasingly likes to manage his life.

"Being the mother of my son." Faris answered and then kissed her forehead. Sunday gasped with flushed cheeks.