Miss of Sunday

The Hospital

"Down me! Lower me!" Sunday shouted while hitting Faris' shoulder. But Faris didn't rub it and just smiled.

Within this close distance Sunday could see how handsome Faris was. His smile was perfect. His gaze looked like it provided comfort. The clenching of his arm that looked as if Sunday was just a piece of cotton now.

Still carrying Sunday, Faris opened his car door and sat him in the front seat. After entering the Sunday motorbike and saying goodbye to mama Sunday, Faris immediately got into his car, installed a seatbelt and drove his car.

When saying goodbye earlier mama Sunday had told Faris that he had to make sure that Sunday X-rayed his feet. Mama Sunday is always panicking every time you find Sunday sick. No wonder Sunday is the only child. The most precious treasure he has. So just a little bit of Sunday hurt, the mother will be sad and worried.

Sunday was silent. Setting a pounding on his chest that was noiseless. He desperately wished Faris hadn't heard how noisy his heart was now.

As a child, she used to carry her papa but she never felt this way. What his heart felt now was completely chaotic. It was as if it had erupted a green balloon.

Is this the effect because it has been very long not carried by Papa?

Hey heart, already..don't be noisy!

"Are you okay?" Faris broke their ice.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Sunday briefly while trying to arrange the heartbeat to calm down again.

"How did you fall?"

"If only a jumping squirrel could fall, let alone me who can't jump." Sunday night.

"Hahaha, you really are." Faris did not find the right word for the Sunday parable.

"What's coming to my house?"

"My superman radar shows that someone needs my help. So I came to help." Faris chuckles. Sunday smiled cynically in response to Faris.

"I think there's going to be a dissident girl who's afraid to see a doctor. So I will be happy to accompany him. Make sure he won't run away when the doctor comes with a syringe."

"Hey, I'm not a kid."

"Oh yeah?" Faris chuckles. "Why didn't you tell me you fell off the bike?"

"Make what?"

"Because I'm your boyfriend now." Faris held back her laughter. Sunday rolled his eyes lazily.

"Poster boyfriend. So don't expect much. I'm not your girlfriends. So don't treat me like they do."

"You know, a lot of girls I want to treat are sweet and you're the first to turn them down."

"That's because they don't know who you really are."

"What am I really?" Faris pointed at her own nose.

"The wolf in sheep's hair."

"Hahaha.. I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing?. Well, you're so mean to say that to me. I'm really kind-hearted, you know. I have no particular intention of the girls. I'm just fulfilling their call."

"Working? Do what is it?" Sunday stared intently at Faris.

"Get a meal, call to the road, call to shop. What do you think the call is?"

"No, nothing." Sunday shook his head in panic.

"Surely your dirty brain disease is relapsing." Faris.

"No, who's got a dirty brain. I didn't think of anything."

"Hah, make sure when you meet the doctor will X-ray your head as well. Who knows you've had too much shit in your brain."

"I'm not a dirty brain." The sound of Sunday is rising.

"Yes, you're a dirty brain." Faris did not lose.

"No."

"Yes." Yeah."

"No."

"Yes." Yeah."

That's how they are when no one wants to give up.

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When he got off the car, Faris would carry him again but was rejected outright by Sunday. How not, she is not a spoiled girl to get that treatment. And also to calm his heart that beat unnaturally when in contact with Faris was very troublesome for Sunday.

"Faris?" Sapa a doctor who passed him in the hospital lobby.

"Hey." Sapa Faris then they make a cipiki.

"You're here, what's wrong?" Mery asked in his doctor's suit.

"Introduce it." Faris pointed to Sunday. "You're on duty here?"

"Yes, I've only been here one week." Mery's smile was still sweet. He is very fit to be a doctor. Her hospitality and beauty make anyone who is sick feel comforted.

"Why, Sunday?" Mery saw the large envelope that Sunday had brought down to her disheveled leg.

"It's okay to just sprain a little."

"Hopefully get well soon." Mery patted Sunday's shoulder. "All right, I gotta get back to work." Mery prepared to leave but then turned around again.

"Oh yeah Faris, is Saturday afternoon busy?"

"It doesn't seem to."

"I want to meet you".

"All right." Faris returned Mery's smile.

"Let's send me the address."

"okay." This time Mery walked away from them. Previously he tasted more cipiki Faris and Sunday who then left the hospital.

"Have you always been like that to girls?"

"What-like?" Faris was still concentrating on driving.

"Kiss cheek."

"Well, isn't that part of the greeting?"

"Oh, yes I forgot. Most of your life abroad so doing it here is common to you."

"Hahaha.I appreciate your opinion. But it's just cipika cipiki. Just a greeting. Many people here have done it too. Not just me and Mery."

"Yes, I know. But I still can't figure out why it's so easy for men and women to do that. Okay, fellow women do it for me no problem because they are kind. But men and women? Ahh, it's really messed up."

"Well, you may hold fast to your eastern customs but it's no longer a westernized culture. Many people in this country do it too."

"I wonder why they are so proud to show off a culture that is not their own culture." Sunday Gumam. Faris was still smiling in response to the innocence of thinking Sunday. Intentionally not extended this debate because Faris knew Sunday would continue to drop his theory under the pretext of a culture that was incompatible with the eastern nation. Faris better turn her talk to something else.

"And again, how can you always agree to every call of the girls. You said they weren't your girlfriends."

"I am a good person and will not turn down an invitation. As long as I can, I'll come." Faris replied casually.

"How could you be that cute. You never find out why they want to be with you?"

"I like to think positively. I'm just doing good and making others happy."

"Nobody named you a PHP handyman?"

"What's that?" Faris curious.

"False hope givers."

"Hey, I never gave you any hope. We're just friends. Already, that's all. Why are you accusing me of being a non-no." Faris did not accept the nickname pinned Sunday.

"You are completely insensitive to women."

"Oh yeah? Think how?"

"Your kindness can make them think differently and fall in love with you."

"really? What if I'm good to you that means you're gonna fall in love with me?" Faris God.

"Not going to." Sunday firmly. Faris just smiled in response. I understand what Sunday is talking about. He knew that Sunday did not want him to play with the hearts of the girls by being sweet to them. Sunday had often scolded him about it but Faris remained in his own principle.

Actually this afternoon Faris just want to meet Sunday alone. Just wanted to see the face of Sunday. Because it makes him happy.

At first he himself was confused as to what reason to use. But seeing Sunday who seemed to need to be escorted to the hospital made Faris feel his arrival to be on time.