Miss of Sunday

Cinderella

The white room looked empty. He put the phone back on his desk upset.

"He's starting to break promises." Mery muttered still in his white coat after receiving a call from Faris.

A nurse came in and told me a patient was coming in. Mery. However, despite his bad mood, he had to keep working. Sweet-faced in front of all the patients who came to see him.

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It's so hot this afternoon. It feels like the sun is just over your head. Sunday drank his iced tea to refresh his dry throat. Windy is still busy with his cell phone. I don't know who is chatting with. His face looked serious.

"Sunday.." said someone so boisterous to her. Sunday turned towards the sound. Windy too.

"It's very noisy." Windy complains when Suzan who just finished doing the task guidance with the lecturer and is already sitting next to him.

"You look just like the minister's mother. It's so hard to see you let alone be able to sit with you like this." Suzan started hyperbole.

"What the hell, Suz." Sunday chuckled to himself watching the actions of his friend who hugged him tightly.

"Surely Victor has been so cruel to give you so many tasks that you haven't had time to play with us."

"That's how it is. but he's not really that bad."

"really?" Suzan probed, leaning her face close to Sunday's face.

"Yeah... Lately he seems to be good."

"Oh yeah?"

"That's very suspicious." Suzan seemed to think.

"Suspicious why?" Sunday glanced at Suzan who was still wrapping her hands around her body.

"Let's know. ahh, what matters is that today you're off, that's enough for us." Stimulate embrace. He really misses Sunday. Sundays can't be with them. They only met while in the classroom and after the class ended Sunday immediately returned to the laboratory.

There is a replacement device for the laboratory so Sunday has many tasks in software and hardware installation. Of the 40 PCs that were replaced, it was only done by Sunday and Victor. So Sunday is very busy and almost no time to relax on campus.

"Oppa..." Windy who had just watched the scene of the Sunday drama and Suzan found Faris sitting next to him. The two friends turned their heads towards Windy who was sitting beside them.

"Hi..." Faris spread her smile. "Sun, are you interning today?" Then he said later.

"Today's off." Answer Sunday briefly.

"One-way. Let's go." Take Faris.

"Eits, where?" Suzan looked panicked.

"Street." Answer Faris.

"No, just Sunday had some free time with me when I just had to go." Suzan who had taken off her embrace now hugged Sunday again. Sunday is awakened by Suzan's sudden actions. Faris knitted her brows in wonder. Windy held back a laugh.

"You know, Oppa. Sunday has been busy lately. Even he doesn't have time to relax, so let him enjoy his time."

"You think you're the only one who wants to spend time with Sunday. His girlfriend too."

"Daughter?" Suzan and Windy looked at Sunday.

"That's not what you think. It's not that." Sunday was nervous and confused as to how to explain to his friends.

"Faris, you're nothing." A little lessening his voice. But Faris was a whiny.

"A little while. I processed the data first." Windy was getting interested in the conversation.

"First Oppa came here to take Sunday road. Oppa says he also needs to spend time with his girlfriend. As for the data, I'm not Oppa's girlfriend. Are you Oppa's girlfriend, Suz?" Suzan shakes. "So the only accurate data as an oppa girlfriend is you." Windy pointed at Sunday who was a little panicked.

"No. It's not that. Here's how. emm..." Sunday was confused as to how to tell the truth.

"Just tell them we're dating now. Let's get things done quickly and we can leave soon." Faris further widened her smile looking at Sunday's panicked face.

"Hey, can't be quiet." The sound of Sunday rose while glaring at Faris.

"Here you go, I don't want to wait any longer." Faris pulled Sunday's hand to get up from her seat. "Well, I borrow Sunday first." Faris still holding Sunday's hand left his two friends who could not say anything about the phenomenon that had just happened.

"Hey, what the fuck is this." Sunday tried to take off Faris' hand which did not stretch him. Some students see that. Sunday became embarrassed to struggle to escape. Finally he resigned his hand held together but then covered it with his sling bag. It's too embarrassing for him to join hands on campus like that.

Finally Faris took off her hand as they reached the parking lot. Open the car door for Sunday.

"Hey, by the way I haven't said agree to go with you."

"I don't need your approval. I was your boyfriend when you didn't agree to go with me."

"Start again..." Sunday rolled his eyes lazily. Faris smiled.

"Where are we going?"

"I want you to come with me somewhere." Faris started running her car out of the parking lot.

"You're not trying to kidnap me, are you?"

"Where is this handsome kidnapper. The ones I have kidnapped will surely willingly give up their soul to me."

"Hey, where are we going?" Sunday repeated the question.

"To somewhere"

"Where?"

"Later you'll know."

Faris' car turned on the distro in a shophouse.

"Let's get down." Sunday according. Faris entered the distro and headed straight for the place where rows of women's clothes lined up colorful all shapes and forms. Faris seemed to pick one by one then.

"Ehh, what do you want?" Sunday dodged when Faris tried to attach one of the dresses to her body.

"You're so small, maybe a size S is enough for you." Faris muttered trying to guess the size of the clothes he put on the body Sunday.

"I'm not small, but I'm cute." Gerrutu Sunday's. Faris just smiled. Today Faris seemed to smile a lot.

"Why go to this place anyway? This is the place you said you were?" Sunday was still trailing Faris who was still busy choosing the clothes of the woman in front of him.

"Not." Replied Faris briefly as if he was concentrating heavily on his activities.

"Then?"

"If you have to take you home first, change clothes first, it will take a long time, so you change clothes here and go straight to my friend's place."

"I didn't bring a change of clothes." Plain sunday face. Faris looked at him for a moment.

"What do you think I'm doing now? I'm picking a dress for you."

"For what? Why would I leave with this look? If you don't like how I look, you don't have to ask me. I'm comfortable and I really like how I look." Faris looked at Sunday wearing an oversize shirt and midi skirts and sneakers.

"I really like how you look. You're always confident in everything you wear. It makes you look beautiful." Faris held onto both of Sunday's shoulders and gave him an angelic smile ala herself.

"But this time you have to look a lot prettier." Sunday felt his cheeks warm. Faris' praise made her blush.

Faris did not pay attention to it, he again chose a dress that is roughly suitable for Sunday. Finally, a dress caught Faris' attention. Look at the size and ask the distro guard for size S.

Moments later a shopkeeper came to deliver Faris' request.

"Here try." Faris handed the dress. Sunday hesitated to accept it. But Sunday tried it also in the locker room.

Sunday came out of the dressing room in a dusty pink dress, with a sabrina collar cut and a laser cut bottom forming a floral accent. Very beautiful and very fit in the body of Sunday.

Faris developed her smile again and still with her typical angel.

"Beautiful..." The word just came out of Faris' lips. Sunday seemed a little misbehaved at the compliment.

"Dress." Faris. Sunday manyun. Then Faris chuckled.

"It's very fun to play with other people's feelings. I like to be said pretty. Ehh, it's open to me that compliment, but for this shirt." Grutu Sunday walked towards Faris.

"No. You're really pretty. I'm serious." Faris had already dispelled her laughter and replaced it with a gentle gaze without letting go of her smile. His view seems not to want to switch from Sunday.

"Wear this too." Point Faris on a tofu shoe with a small strap on the top of it is black which is no less beautiful. Sunday according and perfect now his appearance.

"I feel like Cinderella. Suddenly transformed into a princess last night. Ehh, sesore's daughter." Sunday chuckled to himself looking at himself in front of a mirror on one side of the distro.

He remembered several films that in the story was also almost the same as the one he experienced. A handsome man takes a woman to a shopping place and buys her everything that can make her look beautiful. And now he really experiences that.

"Now, don't look in the mirror too long. Could break later." Faris God. Sunday woke up and turned his head in shame because he was caught lingering in front of the mirror.

"I'm too pretty to miss any mirror." Sunday then smiled mockingly.

"You said I'm narcissistic but look at yourself not much different." Faris insinuated it and Sundya just stuck out her tongue.

After paying for his groceries, then Faris took Sunday to the car and continued the journey.

"Don't sleep." Faris' voice interrupted their insignificant chat.

"Who's sleeping."

"You. Isn't it your habit to sleep in my car."

"Ahh, it's just a coincidence." Kilah Sunday's.

"It just so happens you say. But why so often?"

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm not exaggerating. That's a fact."

"It's obvious you're overreacting, still evading."

"Yes, let's just say it so you'll be happy." Faris gave up later. He did not want to ruin the mood of Sunday because it could ruin his charm. Yes, the Sunday charm that made Faris fall in love.