Miss of Sunday

The Other Side of Victor

"Don't look at me like that, you can fall in love with me."

"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 astonished at himself. 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."

They had a rather late lunch at 3 p.m. And when it was over, Faris drove Sunday home. Sunday was relieved that his charade had ended when he left the house.

On the way, Sunday and Faris did not say much. The only songs I heard were from Glen Fredly. Glen Fredly's soft voice plus the lyrics of the song that made Sunday drift. Drifting in drowsiness as if you were getting a hum before going to sleep. For a long time his eyes became heavy and slow but surely Sunday finally fell asleep.

"Basically, why does he always sleep in his car?" Faris smiled as she glanced at Sunday who was sound asleep when she felt there was no 'life' beside her.

So slumped until the front of his house Sunday was not yet awake. Faris wanted to wake up Sunday, but the sight of a very sound Sunday made him undo the intention. So Sunday fell asleep. I don't know how much longer but Faris is still waiting.

Gaze upon Sunday's deep face. The longer, the deeper and the more he looked at the more Faris found no reason to dislike the girl. A round face with chuby cheeks, a small but not too pug nose, eyebrows whose thickness is above round eyes, sweet lips and when smiling further add to its beauty.

Sunday began to squirm, blinked his eyes and looked around. Faris beside him was smiling at him.

"Hi daughter sleeps..." Sapa Faris's.

"Oh, it's arrived." The sound of Sunday hoarse because you just woke up.

"From earlier."

"Oh yeah? Why didn't you wake me?" Sunday rubbed his eyes once again expelling the lingering drowsiness.

"developing you? Am I that loaf? You look so good. Even your iler had melted so hard."

"really?" Sunday rubbed his lips and cheeks in panic.

"It's dried up." Chirps Faris while holding back a laugh.

Aware of being bullied by Faris, Sunday glared at him.

"Bas a liar." Sunday beat Faris on the shoulder and did not care even though he complained. "Feel my death-blow." Faris also laughed because she saw the funny face of Sunday during the panic.

"That's enough. It's been. It hurts." Complain Faris. Sunday stopped the blow. Faris still has a laugh.

"Who told me to prank me." Sunday pouted and opened the car door and went down to enter the fence of his house. But before Sunday came in, Faris called out to him.

"What else?" Sunday is still judes.

"Thank you." Faris commented a smile.

"For what?" Sunday frowned.

"Become with me today." Sunday wrapped around his thumb and index finger gesturing. After that, he went into his yard.

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"Tap.. tap..." The sound of Sunday's footsteps slightly ran down the aisle of his campus. Today he was late to the campus because his bike broke down for some reason. When the distarter turns out not also on even when using a manual starter. Finally Sunday must ride angkot slow and often stop because it must raise and lower passengers.

Sunday finally arrived in front of her class. Stopped right in front of the door, put on his breath and knocked on his closed classroom door.

"Lake in." Sahut lecturer inside. Sunday opened the door and stuck his head inside. The whole class looked at him.

"Sorry sir, I'm late." Said Sunday after approaching the lecturer.

"Sit down." The lecturer invited Sunday to sit down. Sunday chose to sit on an empty bench at the far end. Suzan and Windy were sitting on the second row of seats from the front.

"It's a good thing to go to college, Mr. Herman, a handsome and kind lecturer. Try the lecturer killer, finish my history." And Sunday then.

"Yes, koq can be a handsome Herman sir once huh. Which is kind, gentle and patient. Right once he became our guardian lecturer." Suzan talked about her favorite lecturer.

"What's your bike for?" Windy asked and did not bother Suzan.

"So, I can't start."

"The gas's gone." Plain Suzan chirps.

"No, there's still. I just finished college yesterday at SPBU. Full tank is."

"Time to change the power." Windy said

"Change what?" Ask Sunday.

"Change the motor."

"Welcome to be a faithful girl." Suzan patted Sunday's back plain pretentious. Windy walked first. Too lazy to watch his friends who like to dramatize the situation.

Today the Sunday lecture schedule is almost all practicum. There were many tasks he had to take home and wait to do. Plus the bike that broke down made Sunday feel today was a bad day.

In front of the Sunday campus seemed alone waiting for angkot. This afternoon the campus began to fall apart. Many students have completed their studies. Those who are left behind may be those who still have practical guidance or guidance with lecturers. Whether it is about thesis, practical work, or KKN. And Sunday who must intern is always home at the end to clean up the laboratory the rest of the practicum.

A black Toyota Innova stops in front of Sunday. Sunday squinted trying to figure out who was behind the dark glass car that stopped it. But then the glass opens and looks Victor.

"Wait for who, Sun?"

"Nothing, brother."

"Wanna go home?" Sunday nodded. "Come on." Take Victor in while hinting that he get in his car.

"No, our house is not in the same direction."

"It's okay. It's almost dark. Maybe no one's passing by anymore either." Sunday seemed to think. That's true Victor said. If the night is indeed the Sunday campus is rarely passed by angkot because the location of the campus is rather far from the settlement.

"All right." Sunday went up too. "Sorry it's been a hassle." Said Sunday when the car began to move from its original place.

"No trouble, I'm going home too." Victor still saw the cross in front of him.

"Why's your motor?"

"Oh, suddenly I can't when I start."

"Maybe the machine has a problem."

"Perhaps, I haven't brought him to the workshop either."

"Want me to get a mechanic to your house?"

"No need, brother. There's a workshop near my house. I just have to take him there." Sunday rejected Victor's sudden offer. They had indeed been together for many years but they were not as familiar as it was for Sunday to receive Victor's help.

"It would be even better if it was taken to the official workshop."

"For sure, but it's too far from my house. So I couldn't have taken it that far."

"I'll get a mechanic from my official workshop."

"No, brother, no." Reject Sunday again.

It turned out Victor wasn't as bad as he'd known all along. His attitude was a little quiet and a bit stiff but he was actually a good person. During his internship, Victor did give him a lot of tasks but it cannot be denied because the tasks of Sunday so the new knowledge that he had not received while attending college.

Actually Victor's age is also not far from Sunday. While a laboratory guard, Victor was a fresh graduate. So maybe only 3 or 4 years different from the age of Sunday.

"Why didn't you pick up your girlfriend, Sun?" Victor's words suddenly.

"Oh I don't have a boyfriend." Answer Sunday while laughing.

"really? But I see you often with that man."

"Whose man?" Sunday looked confused.

"The guy who used to come to you on campus."

Sunday thought a little and maybe what Victor meant was Faris. Because other than Faris, Sunday was never with other men on campus. He is not very familiar with the male friends in each class.

"Oh that guy, he's not my girlfriend. He's just a friend."

"I guess she's your boyfriend because I've seen her come to you a lot." Sunday smiled in response.

Faris completely shut down his market on campus. Lest all the men at the Sunday campus think as well as what Victor thinks. Thought Faris was her boyfriend so no one dared to approach her.

Hah, that guy is really a serious threat to me. Inner Sundya.

"Hey, even dumbass."

"Eh, oh, yes, brother." Sunday gurgaon.

"Your house goes in that frontal alley, right?"

"Yes, I'll go down there."

"Let me drive you to your house."

"No need, brother, it will be troublesome."

"But only to the front of the alley. Doing good can't be half." Victor glanced at Sunday and fell.

Rarely did Victor smile that way. Sweet smile. And Sunday only realized Suzan said the other day. Victor is handsome. It's just that he always looks serious so that the one with him seolang get carried away seriously as well.

But Victor who was with Sundya this afternoon really looked different. Talk more and smile more. Well, it's true the saying goes. Don't look at the book from the cover. Just look at the title. Hihahi.

It turns out Victor's a good guy and not that quiet. Sunday really only knows that even though it has been with him for years. Karen Victor who she usually meets in the laboratory is a man who is always serious, especially looking at PC monitors, deftly working but little talking. They like to give lots of tasks but rarely give instructions. Yes that's the Victor side that Sunday used to see, not the different side that Sunday knows today.