Miss of Sunday

Infrasound Hearing

Faris' car arrived in front of the fence of a magnificent house. A security man came out of his post and was shocked to open the gate when he recognized his car.

"Thank you, Mr. Din." Faris smiled at the middle-aged man in the security uniform who was reciprocated by a nod of his head and a polite smile.

Faris took her car into the yard after parking her car and immediately invited Sunday into the house.

"Remember, if mama asks when we're going out, you say it's been a while." Faris repeated the scenario they had created during the trip.

"okay." Sunday gave his thumb.

"Yes let's go in." Faris grabbed the Sunday fingers to hold him.

"Eits, what is this?" Sunday protested Faris' treatment and then took off his hand.

"It's for totality. We have to look really like dating people in order for Mama to believe." Obviously Faris.

"What should be like that?" Sunday probing.

"Here you go, just follow my every instruction."

"You're not taking a chance, are you?" Sunday narrowed his eyes probing.

"What opportunity?"

"Take my hand." Answer Sunday quickly.

"Hah, just holding. Not even a little bit will reduce your finger length."

"Just kid." Sunday ketus.

"Don't you never join a man?"

"Of course I have."

"Oh yeah? With who?"

"Of course with my girlfriend".

"Do you ever have a boyfriend?" Faris pretended not to know. Even though at that time he already knew from friends Sunday that Sunday had a boyfriend.

"Don't insult. Of course a girl as beautiful as myself has so many who want to date."

"really? Which side is beautiful." Faris brought her face closer to Sunday's. Sunday who got a sudden reaction from Faris who lowered his face parallel to her was reflexively taking a step back.

"What the fuck." Sunday's face looked flushed in embarrassment after their faces were that close. "I'll just go home." Sunday almost turned around but again Faris grabbed his hand.

"Hey, I was just kidding. Don't be this serious." Faris put on her sweet smile.

"Finally, you always argue with me." Sunday pouting.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"All right..."

"We're in now." Still with Sunday's hand. "Let's make Mama believe we're dating. We should be as sweet as possible." Bisik Faris to Sunday. Sunday simply nodded with eyes fixed on Faris mansion with great admiration.

The house looked quiet as if there were no signs of life.

Where's everybody? Inner Faris began to worry, thinking that her mother was out. But it seems impossible, because every time he was at home his mother would ask him to drive because it was rarely driving alone.

Then Faris took Sunday beside her house. Just like her guess, her mother was sitting on the side porch playing her phone. I don't know what Mom did with that phone.

"Ma..." Sapa Faris's. Her mother looked at the source of the voice.

"Well, my son is the most handsome." Her mother was always like that. Always sweet treat Faris.

"Mommy, this is so funny." Faris shook her hands in shame as the children were greeted in front of Sunday.

It's worth the strings and the confidence, the mom just treated it this way. Sunday.

"Who is this?" Mami Faris looked at Sunday. Faris signaled Sunday to introduce herself.

"Oh Sunday, aunt." Sunday put on a smile.

"If it's Aunt, Monday." Mami Faris jokingly introduced herself as well. Sunday frowned.

"If it's Mami Monday, I'm Saturday so I can stay close to her." Faris pointed at Sunday, joking along as well. Sunday felt ridiculous.

"Basic, she wants." Mami Faris sneered.

Indeed his name is very unique so almost everyone who is acquainted with him always does that. Reintroduce themselves by the name of another day. Sunday was getting used to it. But this time the one who did that was the mother and daughter pair. Sunday came to think that Faris's silliness must have been passed down from his mother.

"My girlfriend, Mi." Added Faris later. Sunday looked at Faris who was very open to his mother.

"Oh yeah? How long has it been with Faris?" Just like their prediction, Mami Faris would ask that without a stale ado. Like the habits of her mother who ceplos.

Mami Faris invited Sunday to sit in a chair near her to stand. Faris followed sitting next to Sunday.

"It's been a while, aunt."

"How long?"

"A year?" Sunday turned to Faris trying to ask for approval because Mami Faris' question had not been on the script earlier.

"Yes Mi." Faris replied trying firmly as if Sunday's answer was correct.

"Ris, please make me a drink for Sunday."

"Cock me, Mi?"

"Laila hasn't come home from the market yet. You have to meet guests." Smiling at Sunday and Sunday replying again.

"Ahh, this mama."

"Already, spit." Mamy Faris is a little pushy. "Oh yeah, what do you want to drink?" Ask Mami Faris softly.

"Anything, aunt." Sunday shy.

"White water then." Faris.

"No, she's your boyfriend. How could it be just plain water." Mommy nyolot. Faris held back a laugh. "Have you made a sweet-sweet pokos."

"Yes Mi." Faris answered lazily while going inside.

"Oh yes, snacks in jars bring too yes. There's fruit in the fridge and you're peeled and bring it here." Shouted Mami Faris so that Faris who was heading to the kitchen heard it.

"Yes Miiii..." I heard Faris' voice from inside.

"Shouldn't bother, aunt." Sunday looks good.

"Ahh it's okay. That's not a hassle." Sunday just smiled at Mami Faris.

"Oh yeah, how do you know Faris?"

Sunday was confused as to what to answer. "That's, actually, when Faris delivered Papa's seat. My papa and Faris are coworkers, aunt." Sunday answered honestly their first meeting because they were confused if they had to make up a new story.

"Oh, so Papa you and Faris are on one ship?" Sunday nodded.

"It turns out you're a sailor's daughter, too?"

"Yes aunty."

"Yes, aunt." Sunday chimed in with a smile.

"Hayo... Any talk?" Faris came with drinks and snacks and fruit ordered by her mother.

"Hurry up?" Her mother was surprised Faris could prepare all that quickly. Though the prediction of his mother to peel the watermelon fruit certainly takes a long time for Faris.

"Yes, Mi." Jumawa faris.

"Had, Laila must have come." Mother's lips.

"Yes..." Faris smiled embarrassedly as her Mama's guess was on target.

"Let's drink, Sun." Mami Faris.

"Yes aunty." Sunday drank a drink that Faris served in front of him.

Then they seemed to be chatting about many things. Including about Faris and papa Sunday who worked on one ship. Today also Sunday just knew that Papi Faris who is now outside the city was also a sailor.

It turned out that not much Sunday knew about Faris. Faris was a sailor and most of the sailors were playboys. Other information Sunday deemed unnecessary.

For a long time he felt like an evil friend because he did not care about who Faris really was. It turns out that Faris is also the youngest of three siblings who are all sisters. And that Sunday only knows even though they have been friends for years.

They are already in the middle room. There is a 60 inch LED TV and a home theater set there. There are sofas and carpets as well as large pillows for relaxing. You can watch television by sitting on the sofa or sitting on a soft and comfortable fur carpet. They had finally entered the house because Mami Faris had to go outside. Because Faris was with Sunday so her mom asked the driver to drive.

There are a lot of films that Faris has and most of them are action films. After entering earlier Faris then offered to Sunday to watch the film only.

"That's it, just take me home. Your mom will leave too."

"The weather is still hot. It's too bad to leave the house now." Reason Faris.

"That's just your excuse." Sunday pouting.

"Why really? Are you afraid you're in my house?" Faris God.

"Fear why?" Sunday scrunched his forehead.

"Fear me for nothing." Faris chuckles.

"Dare to fuck around, I'm beating you up." Sunday glares. Faris laughing.

"Wait here, I'll get you a movie collection in my room. Or do you just want to watch it in my room?"

"Dream as you please." Faris laughed again and went to her room upstairs.

Sunday sitting on the middle room carpet. Sit slouched. Before long, Faris came to bring a collection of DVD movies that they would watch.

"Here, choose." Faris handed out a basket containing a collection of DVDs. Sunday seemed to be picking and looking around. Faris started to turn on the TV and DVD player.

"This is all." The movie is Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit. Faris.

"Why this movie? A lot of newer movies."

"That's it, I'm missing someone." Sunday smiled meaningfully.

"Oh yeah? Who?" Faris curious.

"My girlfriend."

"From now on you say boyfriends keep going. Who's your boyfriend?" There was a slight annoyance in Faris' voice.

"That's in the movie." Sunday smiled broadly now.

"Chris Pine?" Faris instead frowned.

"Hm."

"Yeee's dream time." Faris sneered. Ngakak Sunday.

"It's better to date me but it's real than it is with Chris Pine but impossible." Mumbled Faris later.

"Hey, I heard it." Sunday nyoloth.

"Oh, I think my voice has been very slow. You do have infrasound hearing like a bat."

"Hey, watch your talk. It's in your own house and it's just trying to call me a bat."

"Who told you the bat? I'm just saying your hearing is sharp as a bat."

"That's the same." Sunday hit the shoulder of Faris who was already sitting next to him while leaning on the edge of the sofa.

"It's not the same." Faris.

"That's the same." Sunday will not lose.

"Have... let's just watch the movie." Faris distracts. Sunday is still pouting. Faris is getting anxious.

The sullen face of Sunday does look adorable. Or. indeed everything on Sunday looks as adorable. Unknowingly Faris smiled to herself looking at Sunday who was beside her now.

Film ongoing. Sunday is occasionally tense by the action scenes performed by Chris Pine but also sometimes smiles themselves see some scenes of Jack Ryan played by Chris Pine with Keira Knightley as Cathy Muller who is couple lovers. This film is indeed an action film in which is also interspersed with romance stories.

The duration of the film is up, Sunday wriggling pulled his hands up to expel the aches on his back that had been sitting while looking at the film. Looking at him to the side, Faris had fallen asleep.

Maybe he's asleep. Sunday smiled looking at Faris who was soundly asleep. His face looked calm. His usual mischievous smile seemed to disappear by his calm facial lines. True, his face was indeed that handsome, so it was natural that many girls liked him.

"Don't look at me like that, you can fall in love with me." Faris suddenly muttered and slowly opened her eyes. It turns out Faris wasn't really sleeping. Sunday hurriedly looked away.

"Hhh, who saw you? I'm just making sure you're still breathing. I'm afraid you're suddenly dead without me noticing." Sunday nervous. Suddenly the heart of Sunday beats very noisy. Sunday was amazed by him. Why lately his heart is often so strange. Sometimes it beats very fast as if running out of a marathon when clearly he is just sitting relaxed.

Why am I this? Am I sick? Heartaches? Ohh, no. I probably had heart disease at this young age. It must be because I was surprised that he suddenly woke up.

"Hey, even dumbass." Faris pulled her hair

"Oh, sick tofu." Sunday throws Faris with a pillow.

"I'm hungry, let's eat." Faris got up and headed for the dining room without asking for a Sunday opinion. But Sunday followed him from behind. Actually, he was not so hungry because the snacks he ate during watching the film was quite stuffing his stomach.

"There is no meatball menu here. If you want meatballs, I'll order them online." Faris is like quipping Sunday who is a big lover of meatballs.

"No, this is all."

"If you don't like it don't eat it" Faris pulled up a chair and sat down. Sunday also sat in the front seat of Faris.

"I like all this." Show Sunday.

"Basic greed."

"Hey, can I throw you with this?" Sunday lifting dishes containing lalapan sambal.

"Even Sun, it must be very spicy. That's mom's favorite so it must be very spicy."

"Oh yeah? One taste with me." Sunday then spooned the rice into his plate and took the sambal with a lot of freshly put fried chicken. Faris who saw that just smiled.

It is fitting that often his speech is very spicy, his hobby of eating sambel.