Miss of Sunday

The Weekend That Failed 'Sacral'

Weekends are a hot day for anyone who has extra busy days. Sunday is one of the adherents of the weekend is a day of lazing.

Wake up during the day, do not have to take a shower and various 'violation of rules' during the weekdays. Laundry and ironing are not required during the weekend. Because for the sake of a sacred weekend, all the affairs he can do during the weekend interrupted the lecture schedule and work on assignments. So, in the program, the weekend should be enjoyed wholeheartedly.

Like this Saturday, after this week has been intensified duties and practices that are enough to confiscate his body and mind, Sunday intends to rest all of his body soul to return as usual.

He who entered the 6th semester was indeed made confused with a very busy lecture and practicum schedule. If you have faced the task of lectures and practicum reports, it is certain staying up late is the best way. Sometimes in between his apprenticeships, he took the time to open a practicum module and work on the part he could work on from his reports. Whether the completion of the task, writing a report or testing the implementation of the material that is practiced.

That was why the weekend was a sacred day for him. But not all weekends are days to relax, sometimes the sacred weekend is also tarnished on the pile of tasks so that the weekend is still to be filled with dealing with laptops to complete the task or the deadline of the practicum report. Really being a student of engineering is 'his talent' is amazing. I see, if I may quote Suzan's sentence.

This morning at 8, Sunday came out of his room. For the sake of being able to enjoy the day, last night he stayed up to finish his practicum module. I saw her mom in the kitchen

"What cooking, Ma?" Sunday put his chin on the shoulder of his mother who was several centimeters shorter than him.

"Girls at this hour just woke up." Mama manyun.

"Mama didn't wake me." Sunday evasive.

"What's? Not wake you? You pulled back your blanket when Mama woke you up." Her mother's voice tone was high.

"really? When's that?" Sunday pretend to forget. He clearly remembers when his mother woke up.

"Huh, you lazy girl."

"Ahh, Mama. Actually I'm not that lazy. It's just that I'm almost in the morning just sleeping."

"Who told you to stay up late." Her mother is ketus.

"My job is a lot. I have to speed it up to work on it." Now Sunday wrapped his hands around his mother's arms and leaned his head against her mother's shoulders frying the fish spoiled.

"That's why you're this."

"Mama didn't pay attention to me. How can you not trust me if I really stay up late doing chores."

"How can you believe, sometimes you hear me talking to yourself in your room until night."

"really?" Sunday remembered what he did.

"Oh that, of course I don't speak for myself. Maybe I was on the phone."

"Your laughing voice often wakes Mama up. Not to mention if the sound of your laughter goes into your dreams incarnate as the voice of kuntilanak, automatically Mama's beautiful dreams immediately turn into nightmares. Horror dreams."

"Ahh, Mama could once equate her own child as a kuntilanak. Mama's really too." After placing emphasis on the last word like the intonation used by Rhoma Irama said the word 'too, Sunday picked up a piece of fried tempeh and then passed acting angry. Her mother laughed at her daughter's behavior.

Sunday to his yard, time to water the flowers in front of his house. Actually he does not like gardening very much, but if only just watering flowers is not a difficult thing for him. The flowers, which were mostly rose bushes, were well cared for by their mother. There are a lot of roses there. Start with red, yellow, pink, orange and white. All planted clustered so that when flowering all will look very beautiful and smell very fragrant.

The garden grass in the Sunday yard is also well maintained. Her mother was never absent to prune and tidy up and pluck the weeds that grew on her sidelines. Be a Sunday home page looks very beautiful.

Sunday is still flushing with a little wiggle the head to the rhythm of the song from the music player on the phone. She was listening to Ariana Grande, Thank You, Next.

A car was parked in front of the fence of the Sunday house, but he had not realized because of his position behind the fence and the volume of the song was too high. Faris got out of the car and called him. Feeling the called did not listen to him, he intended to open the fence, but it turned out that the fence was also still locked. Eventually Faris took her phone and called Sunday.

Sunday who was busy humming slowly it immediately jumped in shock because the music he listened to turned into a ringtone. Then see the caller's name.

"What's wrong?" Sunday's tone of voice was upset.

"Look behind you." Faris held back a laugh seeing Sunday who had soared in shock earlier. Sunday also looked. Faris waved her hand. Sunday hung up and approached Faris.

"Just disturb." Rutuk Sunday after facing Faris who separated the gate so early.

"I'm sorry, I've called you so many times but you didn't hear it." Faris.

"What's wrong?" Birthday Sunday.

"Let me go in first." Faris pointed at the gate that was still locked.

"Who let you in?" Sunday was upset.

"Come on, how could you not let me in. I'm a guest."

"I don't want to take guests."

"Don't be too cruel to me, you'll forget."

"How dare you just swear."

"You know, my words often come true when I've cursed."

"really? How good of you." Sunday ruffled waist.

"Okay, I almost lost my temper. So I swear you're gonna fall in love with me." Faris pointed at Sunday's nose.

"Haha... Your curse won't work on me. Because I already have the antidote. I have an anti-sailor talisman, you know." Sunday laughs.

"But your amulet will wear off if I curse you."

"Hey, which words of mine are unbelievable. I'm not a liar, let alone a liar."

"But you're a seducer. It must be your seduction that you make as sweet as possible so that your girlfriends believe that they are your only boyfriend. And somewhere else you have another boyfriend you're tricking."

"I never did that. Just so you know I never seduced them, I just praised." Faris pretext.

"Ahh, that's just your wits. Fucking playboy." Sunday Cibir .

"It's been.. until when I have to stand here like a busker."

"I told you I'm not taking guests."

"Oh Sun, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Talk here."

"You have the heart for me." Faris paled, Sunday holding back laughter looking at Faris' facial expression.

"Well, well, your face is similar to people asking for donations, you know." Sunday shut his mouth to avoid laughing.

"Damn." Maki Faris's. "Come on, open the door quickly."

"alright, wait. I'll get the keys inside." Then Sunday turned around.

Only wear oversize shirts with pants three-quarters but enough to make Sunday look adorable. Faris is also convinced that Sunday has not yet taken a bath. But why his innocent face was precisely his own attraction for him.

Now Faris and Sunday are sitting on the terrace seats.

"So what are you talking about?"

"I want to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"My house."

"What?" Sunday wonder. "You what?"

"I want to introduce you as my girlfriend to my Mama."

"Is my name not enough? Doesn't Rima already know me."

"Of course it's not enough. I had to strengthen it by introducing you to Mama & Papa to find out how seriously I took the match."

"Ahh, why use the acquaintance action too anyway?" Sunday bit his lip.

"It's okay, you're just pretending to be my girlfriend and it's easy."

"Hey, what I'm dealing with is your parents, is it okay if we lie to them."

"Of course it's okay. Or if you don't want to lie and feel guilty, it's good that we're really going out." Farus glanced but Sunday glared back at him.

"Oh I mean for the good of course lies are allowed." Clearly Faris then before Sunday finished with his spicy sentence.

"Married is not enough just a qobul ijab but also a commitment to live together forever. So, just imagine living together but with people we do not love. Every day is a sad day." Faris's face was sad. Sunday is not.

"Mmm.. alright then."

"Well how?" Faris was curious and hopeful.

"Well, if you think that's okay."

"Would you like to come to my house?" Faris.

"Yes. Satisfied you are now."

"Thank you, Sun." Faris clasped Sunday's hand with a happy face as her request was granted.

"Then come on." Faris wants to take Sunday away.

"Hey! Don't I have to look beautiful when I meet your parents so they feel like your choice is right."

"Yes, of course."

"Then how do I go now while I haven't taken a shower."

"Oh well, take a shower first."

"I haven't had breakfast either. You want breakfast too?"

"No, thank you. I've had breakfast."

Sunday in. Faris was still on the terrace waiting for him. The romance drama will start soon today. Think Faris.