Miss of Sunday

Tractor VS Suzana

Sunday was completely sound asleep on the way home. Faris let Sunday do that. He knew it must be tiring for Sunday from campus then to the house of Novi, his brother. It should have been Sunday to enjoy some time off without his energy-draining apprenticeship schedule but Faris instead took him to Rafael's birthday.

As usual, when arriving and Sunday did not also wake up then Faris still let him fall asleep to wake up by itself. This way Faris so have a lot of time and more freely look at Sunday. For a while he could be free to go through every corner of Sunday's face without needing to steal another look.

Looking at Sunday's face was never boring for him. It was as if it had become opium and Faris was always willing to continue making it. Sunday looks beautiful in its depth. Had she been a sleeping princess, Faris would have been a riding prince that only with a kiss could Sunday wake up.

Faris then rubbed her own face while smiling wryly at what was inside her imagination. Totally ridiculous and childish.

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Sunday out of the lecturer room. Sumringah's face. Successfully demoting the program to lecturers is not an easy thing. A cross between Visual Basic and Sybase Power Designer to create a population information system. The system he created was quite complex. The interface is also very interesting.

Sunday headed to the lab after stopping by the cafeteria to buy a drink.

His face still sparkled as he thrust out a cold drink to Victor.

"Thank you for helping me." Sunday gave a big smile.

"Help what?"

"My programming assignment was a success with A." Sunday is so excited.

Victor remembered his help for Sunday. Helps analyze the system to be good and use the right DBMS. Not to mention the design of the system which is also the idea of Victor.

"Gee, congratulations..." Victor smiled too.

"I don't know what Pak Jauhari looks like." Victor nodded. Indeed, he is only a laboran but he is quite well acquainted with the lecturers in this faculty. His interaction with the lecturers certainly made him able to judge one by one of them.

Seeing the joy on the girl's face, Victor seemed infected to be happy too. Sunday is not the type of girl who is cheerful but a little more than Victor knew during his time, Sunday is a girl who has difficulty hiding her feelings. Whether sad or happy, he did not hesitate to show it.

While enjoying her good mood, Suzan approached her.

"Sun, I'll talk to you."

"How's your demo program going?" Sunday is still shining.

"I don't want to talk about that. I really need to hear your explanation."

"What explanation? I'm also an intern. We'll talk after I'm done." Not agreeing or refusing, Suzan went to Victor's desk instead. Talking to the laborer, he returned and pulled out Sunday's hand, taking him to a corner of the laboratory room that had no timetable.

"How could I just miss it. You're really mean to no longer consider us your friends. You never even shared happy things with us again." Suzan's face looked sad and made Sunday even more confused.

"What's up, Suz? What's the matter exactly?"

"You.. why are you dating Oppa Faris but we don't know." Suzan pouted. Sunday instantly understood the reason Suzan 'crashed him'.

"Oh about that..." Suzan looked at him curiously.

"That's not really like that."

"Then what was it like? Yesterday it was very clear Oppa Faris said you guys were dating."

"So, it's just a charade."

"How's the show?"

"Yes, Faris is getting a deadline from her parents to get married soon."

"So, you and him are getting married?" Suzan hysterically made some of the people around them look at her for a moment. Sunday misbehaved with their views.

"No, it's not, Suz." Sunday is anxious because Suzan just casually concluded without listening to the story until the end.

"Because of her parents' deadline, so she invited me to play this play. We're just pretending to be dating so Faris' parents don't always chase her into getting married fast."

"I wonder, why should you? Why not his other girlfriends. Much prettier than you." Suzan. He knows that Faris is a man who has a closeness with many girls. Of course it was initially he knew from Sunday.

"So, you mean I'm not pretty?" Sunday seemed to show flashes in his eyes. Seeing that, Suzan hurriedly corrected her sentence.

"That's not what I mean." Persuade Suzan while laughing widely and hugging Sunday's shoulder. "You are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful from your heart. Oh yeah, you're beautiful. Your charm is terrible." Suzan still seduced Sunday not to get angry.

"I know why Oppa made you his pretended girlfriend, it must be because of your terrible charm." Suzan still smiled broadly covering her nervousness over Sunday's sharp gaze.

"Wrong.not that. Even though my charm is terrible, that's not why."

"Then what?"

"That's because I'm in college..."

"meaning?"

"Then listen to my story. Don't play with my word srobot." Next Suzan gestured to close her mouth as if closing the zipper.

"Because I'm still in college, so her parents won't pursue her should get married soon. His girlfriend is still in college. Not to mention when I graduated, I definitely had to find a job first. So, with that there will still be plenty of time for Faris to find the right person he makes as his future wife."

"Oh..so..." Suzan understands. "You guys really surprised me. Where can Oppa Faris who was a sailor suddenly become your girlfriend. Even if it's true, there must be something strange. Either he's playing pellets or you're the one who's been harmed by him."

"No way, I'm a consistent person. You know that." Sunday walks away from Suzan who ends up tailing her.

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Sunday and Victor walked in tandem after exiting the lab this afternoon.

"You know Sun, your friend is creepy." Victor walked next to Sunday.

"Surprisingly how?"

"He told me that he would complain to the rector for giving you too much work if I hadn't given him permission to talk to you."

"really?"

"Hm."

"The boy was really brave." Sunday Gumam.

"What did you say?" Victor who did not hear clearly what Sunday said was curious.

"Ahh, no. It's nothing."

"She was really Suzana. He said I was so cruel for treating you like my slave." Victor.

"But did you ever tell him about me? I mean, about your subjective assessment of me."

"Oh no. No. I never did that." Sunday lying. Though he often told me about how Victor who like deliberately imprison himself in the laboratory.

"That's probably because I'm always interning and doing lab work that's why she thinks so." Sunday laughed out loud but looked contrived.

"She was Suzana's incarnation. Just looking at it I immediately goosebumps. The aura is so mystical." Victor while holding back a laugh described Suzan. Sunday wants to laugh too. He thought what would happen if Suzan knew that Victor dubbed her Suzana, the actress of horror films in the 80s. Or vice versa, what would happen if Victor knew Suzan often nicknamed him Victor terminator, tractor, and other strange mentions.

Finally Sunday can only smile for himself imagining about two friends who have the nickname of each of them. But then he chose another path to the parking lot 2 wheels after saying goodbye to Victor.

Entering the motorbike parking area, Sunday saw someone sitting in the motorcycle seat. Farisian. Why is that guy there?

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Said Sunday when it was close to Faris who smiled at him.

"Can I cut down your bike?"

"Where's your car?"

"Running out of gas."

"Oh my God, you're so reckless. How to run out of gas. You're this." Faris was just a whimper hearing Sunday's scolding.

"Where do you want to go now?"

"Where is it?"

"Your head." Faris felt her head while looking at Sunday confusedly.

"Of course your car. Why do I ask your head which is in its place." Faris laughed at her stupidity.

"Why do you like to be angry. Soon old man will know the taste."

"How can it not be angry to see you so foolishly."

"Hey, I'm not stupid. I'm just hungry. I've been waiting here for you."

"Oh yeah? Who told you to be a parking guy here? Why not go to the cafeteria? There you can eat whatever you want."

"Where's this handsome parking attendant." Faris smiled seductively. Sunday rolled his eyeballs, lazy.

"My wallet was left at home. I got here because I found a dime on my pants that was enough for the freight. Wish I could borrow your bike and your money to buy gasoline."

"Oh my God.. Why don't you just call me?"

"It was, but you didn't answer it."

"Oh yeah?" Sunday reached into his phone in a bag. He just remembered having changed it into mode: silence since the demo program earlier.

"I called you until my fingers were almost crimped."

"That's good for you."

"You're so mean." Faris Gerrutu.

"Had ignored my phone call and chided me too. You're so mean." Faris showing a goiter face.

"After that, let me get you some gas."

"No, buy me some food first."

"You really want a lot." Faris is just a whimper. Sunday wearing his helmet. Faris didn't wear a helmet because she didn't carry it. Later if he gets a ticket, let him be the guarantee. Think Sunday.

They also moved from the parking lot with Faris who hugged Sunday.