Miss of Sunday

Everyone Is Silent

Sunday put the phone in his bag after seeing the clock in his hand. It's time to go home. The engineering lab is deserted. It was him and Victor who stayed.

"It's 4 o'clock, Sun." Said Victor who had looked at Sunday look at his watch. "Go home."

"Yes Brother." Sunday immediately turned off the set of PCs in front of him.

"Your computer can do it?"

"Not yet."

"Wait a minute, come home with me."

"No need, brother."

"Are you sure you want to wait for an uncertain angkot to come like yesterday?"

"I'll order an ojek online, brother."

"Already, just be with me." Victor had turned off his PC and grabbed his bag and walked out of the laboratory followed by Sunday.

"Fear it'll trouble you, brother."

"You're like being with strangers." Victor's chirps while locking the lab door.

"We've known each other for a long time."

"Yes, anyway." Sunday scratched his non-itchy head and walked parallel to Victor.

"But eat first yuk. I haven't eaten since noon."

"All right."

"Where's your house going to have a good place to eat?"

"Mmmm..." Sunday seemed to think. "What do you want to eat?"

"anything. Ehh, at this hour is there fried rice already open?"

"Oh at the end of my alley there's fried rice that I think is delicious. The clock starts to open normally, brother."

"Let's just eat there."

At the parking lot, they met someone.

"Hi, you guys want to go home?" Sapa Herman, Lecturer of the Sunday Trustees.

"Yes sir." Sunday & Victor answered almost simultaneously.

"Thankfully you haven't come home yet. My flash was left in the lab. There's a file I need to work on today."

"Then I'll get it." Answer Victor.

"All right, come on." Take Herman, the young and handsome lecturer.

"Please wait here, Sun." Sunday nodded. Victor and Herman return to the lab.

The wind this afternoon is blowing slowly. The sun began to sink. The campus is starting to look dim. Plus the trees are in some places near the lab, making the afternoon atmosphere look darker than it really is.

Ting!!! A Whatsapp message came in. Sunday took the phone in his pocket.

Faris: what are you doing?

Sunday: go home

Faris : from?

Sunday: campus

"It still sends me a message. He was with the girl this afternoon." Gerrutu Sunday's. There was a little bit of sadness in him. But then he fixed his mind. Faris is not that. The road with whichever girl he wants is his habit. "But who's that girl? Her hair is a little shaky. Rima's hair is long, Merry's hair is not that short either. Who yeah?" Sunday was curious.

"Ahh, stupid time. What's my business. Whoever that girl is, it has nothing to do with me. Sunday again tried not to care.

Without a direction, this time Victor immediately fled his car towards the Sunday house. At a turn there is already a tent stall.

"This one?" Point Victor.

"Yes. Just a tent stall indeed, sis." Sunday hesitated Victor would. He had also forgotten to explain that the place was only a tent stall.

"No problem." Victor got out of his car and followed Sunday.

After entering, Sunday ordered two servings of fried rice to the seller.

"Just come home, Mbak Sunday?" Greet the seller friendly while preparing Sunday orders. They already know each other because Sunday often eat fried rice here.

"Yes bang." Sunday smiled and sat down at the table where Victor was sitting.

"What do you drink, mbak?" The brother asked still with a fry.

"Es orange, Bang." Answer Sunday a little scream because the distance sitting and where the fried rice brother stood there were several steps. And again, the sound of the roar of vehicles passing by can make the hearing a little disturbed. "What are you drinking, brother?" Ask Victor Sunday.

"Me, just warm tea." He answered while staring at Sunday for a while and then turned his gaze back to the highway in front of the tent.

"Just like hot tea, Bang." The brother gave a thumbs up sign the order was immediately prepared.

"Sun..." Victor. Sunday looked up at Victor straightly waiting for Victor's next sentence. But Victor didn't speak anymore.

"What's up, brother?"

"Mmm. I want to use a lot of pickles." Victor said later. But that's not what he wanted to say to Sunday.

"All right." This time Sunday approached the brother of the fried riceman and conveyed Victor's request. Then Sunday came back. Not long after that their fried rice was ready. The distinctive fragrant aroma of fried rice was smelled stronger when it was in front of each of them.

"It looks good." Victor muttered. Sunday just smiles. They eat without talking much.

But they are like that. Victor who tends to be quiet is not so good at finding topics of conversation. Sunday is always awkward with Victor. Not in the lab, anywhere else is the same. Sunday did not know how to deal with a quiet person. It turns out Victor's attitude is changing. Yesterday when he drove him was very familiar and talked a lot. But today he is back to being quiet. Totally labile. It's very different with Faris.

Given Faris, Sunday also often eat fried rice with him here. They will certainly talk a lot and often their chat turns into a debate. There is no time to be alone with Faris. There is always talk that is never boring. That may be what makes Sunday also feel comfortable every time with him.

Kok, so remember Faris. Make what? Maybe he's still with the girl. Sunday's memory began to return to the incident earlier this afternoon when he saw Faris with a girl.

Victor finished his meal. Drink the warm tea until it is almost finished. He saw Sunday still feeding his food in silence. During the meal there was no conversation between them. Looked at the girl. Unknowingly his smile puffed up thinly.

Before long Sunday also had spent its fried rice.

"Have you?" Victor asked after Sunday put the empty glass back on the table. Sunday nodded. After paying, Victor drove Sunday home.

Actually Sunday refused when Victor drove him to the house because from the place of fried rice the Sunday house can be reached only on foot. But Victor, who had promised to deliver, felt he had to make sure Sunday was safe until his home. Finally Sunday came along too.

As if just sitting on the seat of Victor's car, now the Sunday house is already visible. But, there was another car parked in front of the Sunday house. As Sunday got closer it recognized the car. Someone leaned on the front of the car. Car owner. Although it is dark now, but Sunday really knows who the owner of the car is.

Sunday came down from Victor's car who had previously thanked him and answered a nod and a smile. Victor's car passed, Sunday approaching Faris.

"Hey!" Sunday patted Faris on the shoulder as if to surprise him. Sunday knew it would not happen because he knew Faris was well aware of his arrival. Faris turned her head towards Sunday and stopped playing her phone.

"Where from?" Faris asked coldly. There is no warm smile that he usually puts every Sunday.

"From college." Answer Sunday relax.

"Until this hour?"

"Oh, I'm eating fried rice first up front."

"All right, I'm home."

"Lho, straight home?" Sunday who found the unusual attitude of Faris so astonished. Faris is always warm. Talked a lot and smiled too. But this time Faris was very different. He didn't even look back at Sunday anymore and immediately boarded his car as soon as he said goodbye.

What's wrong with her? Why is he so weird? Inner Sunday while still seeing the shadow of Faris' car that drove up at the end of the road.

"Ahh, let it." Sunday trying to get manganekai. After Faris' car was not seen again, Sunday went into his house.