Miss of Sunday

Fall off

Sunday shut the door to his room. His wet hair was still wrapped in a towel. His mind is still fucked. Still on his conversation with Faris this afternoon.

“What is my action right?” Sunday sat on the desk chair studying while taking off his towel.

“I shouldn't have accepted it. Ahh, why do I support him. Why am I so stupid.” Sunday scrambled his wet hair pissed off.

“But, look at the face of the weld so who would have the heart to try? Yes, my actions are right. I'm not his friend. So what's wrong with helping. It's just pretend." Now the face of Sunday changed again because it managed to entertain itself.

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"Sun, how's your final project going? Where have you been?" Suzan's mouth was still chewing on her meatballs.

"Died finishing." Sunday sipped his iced tea.

"What's? How can you almost finish it while I'm still at the database stage."

"Is there a problem?" Tanya Sunday who has now finished the meatball. His face was red because of the maximum size sambal poured into the meatball earlier. His lips were no less fond of it either.

"I've always failed to convert his database."

"Have you used the latest DBMS software yet?" Windy Chirps who also finished finishing the meatballs.

"It."

"That's it, your programming language doesn't support the latest version of DBMS." Windy explained. Sunday nodded in confirming.

"really? I think the new DBMS will make the system better connected."

"Wrongly, that just makes it unbalanced." Sunday added.

"Then how?"

"Just use the old version of DBMS. I don't think Mr. Jhoni will be taking that issue. The origin of your program can run perfectly and work well it's already worthy of its assessment." Windy gave me a suggestion.

"All right." Suzan limp. Imagine having to uninstall software and reinstall the software that will be used to make him tired before work.

"Quiet, I'll help you." Sunday patted Suzan's shoulder.

"really?" Suzan's eyes sparkled.

"Believe prayer. Haha..." Sunday & Windy. Suzan pouted.

They are like that. I love to fuck each other. And now it's Suzan's turn to be the victim. But when Sunday says it will help, he will seriously do it.

A message came into Sunday's phone.

Faris: what are you doing, baby?

Sunday looked at the message.

"What's up, Sun?" Windy looked at Sunday's phone out of curiosity with his expression.

"No, it's okay." Sunday was nervous and lamgsung flipped his phone so that Windy who was next to him did not see also the contents of Faris' message.

"From Vicktor?" Ask Windy then.

"D-yes." Sunday lied so there were not many more questions.

"Why him? Heavy duty again?" This time Suzan spoke.

"Yes, be honest." Sunday shook his hand.

Right after that a phone came in.

Faris...

Sunday lifted.

"Yes, what's wrong?" While out of his meatball stall. This afternoon the place was very crowded so Sunday chose to go out so that his hearing was not disturbed.

"Why not return my message?" Faris' voice from across.

"I just wanted to reply."

"Where are you?"

"Being eating meatballs in Mr. Tofan." Pak Tofan meatballs are a Sunday meatball and his friends.

"I'm going there." Faris also know this place because he had several times eating meatballs with Sunday here.

"Don't, I'm going home. What's up?"

"I miss." Then Faris laughed.

"Well, it doesn't matter at all." Sunday pouting. Lazy with Faris's behavior that seems like they are really dating.

"Alright. drive carefully, dear." Faris is still giggling.

"I hung up on you." Without hearing Faris' voice again, Sunday hung up.

Sucks. Just call out to darling. Who does he think he is. Grutu Sunday in his heart and went back into the meatball stall to meet his friends.

"Go home yukk." Take Sunday.

"okay." Suzan, who followed Windy, stood up from her chair.

The weather this afternoon is stinging. The tropical climate is so pronounced in a dry season like this. Sunday until squeaking eyes because the sun seems only an inch above his head. Even the helmet he was wearing couldn't protect his head from the sun.

Arriving at a crossroad, suddenly there was a motorbike driving from the right direction of the road. Spontaneous Sunday braked and so did the motor behind it. But unfortunately the bike behind Sunday is close to the bike so without cue and even though the rider has pulled the brake, the bike can not avoid Sunday. Sunday's bike was hit by a motor behind it.

Sunday and the bike collapsed. The Sunday Agency was hit by a motor. The biker behind him fell.

Sunday on papah pulled over, as did the biker. Sunday apologized to the motorcyclist behind him for making him fall too. Fortunately, the motorcyclist who is a middle-aged father knows the incident also. So he's understand.

The crowd was gone, the father was gone. The good father even offered to take him to the hospital for treatment but was rejected by Sunday. He was just a blister and a slight sprain on his left ankle that was squeezed by the motor earlier.

Sunday saw the bike a little chafed but fortunately it can still be starter and run well. Sunday drove his motorcycle back to his house.

Until her mother's house is cooking. Knowing Sunday was walking while complaining of pain, her mother panicked.

"You fell off the bike?"

"Yes ma." Sunday grimaced holding his sprained leg while sitting in the dining room.

"Koq can fall, Sunday?"

"It's fate, ma." Kelakar Sundays.

"You're!" His mother hit Sunday's shoulder which made him complain.

"Wait, let mama compress with warm water." While lighting the other stove and heating the water in the pot. The other stove was still used by his mother for cooking.

"It's okay, ma. Just a little sprain. It will heal too."

"At the very least, this could be first aid to reduce swelling." Persuade mama.

"Later in the afternoon you should see a doctor."

"It's not necessary, ma. It's just like this. Tomorrow it'll heal itself."

"Don't take it lightly. The shop has to." Mama's assertive. Sunday finally came.

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His afternoon...

"Surely you don't have to come?" Mama made sure because Sunday insisted on going to the doctor himself.

"Yes mama, I'm not a kid who's afraid of being injected when I see a doctor." Sunday put the bike back.

"It is not best to ride the ojek online. Your feet will do anything." Mom's worried.

"No ma, I'm fine. If it wasn't my mother who insisted, I wouldn't have to go to the doctor."

"You're this." Her mom hit Sunday's shoulder.

"Mama.. If it keeps hitting me, I'll really be hospitalized." Sunday rubbed his shoulders.

"Salah herself became his wayward son for mercy."

"Yes already... I'm leaving first, Ma."

"Don't forget to ask for X-rays."

"Yes ma..." Sunday was out of the fence, but suddenly the car stopped in front of him. Car Faris.

"Where are you going?" Faris asked to get out of his car.

"Hey, don't you read 'Bidden to Park in Front of the Door?" Sunday is still on the bike.

"Where?" Faris was looking for the writing.

"I stick it."

"Damn it!" Faris smiled wryly realizing Sunday was just toying with her.

"Get rid of your car."

"Where are you going?" Repeated Faris.

"To the doctor."

"Who's sick?"

"Tuh, for the sake of fulfilling the mandate of the great madam." Sunday pointed to his mother who was still standing on the terrace.

"Sore aunt..." Sapa Faris friendly to mama Sunday. Mama Sunday smiled at Faris as well.

"So, why go to the doctor? You sick?"

"No, I fell this afternoon. So mom wants me to check this out." While showing his battered legs.

"What fell?"

"Yes fell. Falling off the bike."

"Can't you?"

"many ask. Already out of your car. I'm going through."

"No, let me drive you."

"No, I can do it myself."

"Here, get off your bike. Let's get in my car." Faris pulled Sunday's body down from his bike.

"I told you I could ride my own bike."

"All right..." In one Sunday attraction is already in Faris's sling. The tiny body of Sunday is indeed quite easy for Faris to lift just like that. Spontan Sunday shouted and asked to come down. But Faris ignored him and took him into his car. Mama Sunday just caught sight of their behavior.

After putting the Sunday motorbike back into her yard and saying goodbye to Mama Sunday, Faris fled her car to the hospital instructed Sunday.