Miss of Sunday

Introgation

"Don't I warn you not to get too close to another man." Faris stopped feeding the rice into her mouth.

"Near? Who am I close to?" Sunday looked at Faris. There was a glint in the corner of his eye.

"You think I didn't see it. You walk with the laborers laughing. That happy you walked with her?"

"It's a good thing I'm not really your boyfriend. You're a really possessive boyfriend. How could you prevent me from laughing with another man. I'm a social creature who has to interact with other humans. Never mind, don't make weird rules against me. I can stop this play whenever I want." Sunday began to run out of patience with Faris' attitude that began to pass.

"So, are you threatening me?"

"Please take it that way." Sunday was still feeding his food with his hands. Occasionally drink the orange ice.

"Well, you'd really have the heart if you really did that."

"You know how else, you're so outrageous." Sunday looked at Faris sharp who had finished his meal and washed his hands in a basin containing slices of lime.

"Well, I won't ban you from being with other men, but don't smile too much, don't joke and don't get too close to them."

"You're really yaa. I'm willing to help you but you want more. Very inconvenient. And that's so annoying." Sunday seemed to be grumbling.

"Well.well, I won't make any rules for you. It's up to you to be with anyone. Go, go and laugh with anyone." Faris pouting.

In fact, he was very aware of his treatment to Sunday that was outrageous. They were just pretend girlfriends but Faris seemed to treat Sunday with all her possessiveness. But that's exactly how he feels. The great jealousy every time you see Sunday with Victor makes him more aware of how much he likes Sunday and wants Sunday to also like it someday.

Sunday finished his meal. Faris still looked goiter in her seat. Sunday hid his laughter. After paying the owner of a lalapan tent stall, Sunday approached Faris.

"Let's take it to SPBU." Take Sunday to walk beside Faris. Faris got up from her seat following Sunday.

Faris rode the Sunday bike with Sunday sitting behind him. Because he did not wear a helmet, he deliberately went through a rat aisle alias narrow alleys to arrive at the nearest SPBU from the Sunday campus.

"Then how did you bring the gasoline? You didn't even bring any containers." When they entered the SPBU

"Tanki your bike seems empty, just put this on."

"Oh..." Sunday understood. "But, how do you get into your car tank?"

"many ask. Then just see for yourself how."

"Ahh, whatever." Sunday got off the bike and walked towards the front waiting for Faris who was in the queue.

After filling up the bike, Sunday paid for the gasoline. Now the contents of the wallet are only a few sheets. Faris is really troublesome.

Back driving towards Faris' car, they were still down the narrow alleys. After arriving, Faris opened his car doing something in it and took out a small hose. Opening the Sunday motor seat, opening the cover of his petrol tank and putting the hose in it, pumping the hose and putting it into the tank of Faris' car. Finally Sunday knows how Faris does it all.

"Don't you drain the contents. How will I go home later."

"Yes, I know."

Moments later Faris pulled the hose and put it back in her car. Faris completely equipped his car with all sorts of emergency needs. Really standby guy.

"It." Faris handed over the keys of the Sunday motorbike that was still stored. "thank you. I'll replace it tomorrow."

"Nothing is free now."

"It's so bad of you."

"I have to be stingy with people like you. You're not a poor person who deserves alms."

"Yes yes.tell you to be like Mamah Dedeh." While pressing Faris' nose. What Faris liked doing to Sunday.

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Bell rings. That indicates there is a guest standing in front of the gate because the doorbell of the Sunday house is located next to the gate.

"Who's coming this night." Mama Sunday muttered while watching soap operas. Sunday is still working on his laptop.

"Look, Sun." Seeing his mother who sent him so sign he was not wanting to miss the soap opera.

Lazily Sunday walked towards the door. But previously had peeked out from behind the curtains who was the guest who came tonight.

"Victor?" Sunday wondered why Victor could be at his house. Sunday opened the door and approached Victor. Seeing Sunday coming out and walking towards him, Victor developed a smile.

"What's up, brother?" Sunday opened the gate.

"I just ate fried rice at that place. Then I thought it was near your house it seemed like it was okay if I stopped by your house." Victor smile.

Sunday always receives guests on the terrace. He would rather do that. At home there is only himself and his mother, it feels uncomfortable to let someone let alone a type of man to enter, even if only in the living room.

"What are you doing?" Ask Victor.

"Just doing the job."

"What duty?"

"Web programming."

"Create a program?"

"Creating an information system for e-business."

"What are you doing?"

"A kind of online shopping information system."

"Well, it needs a pretty big database."

"Yes, that's it. But I've just come to the system design stage."

"If you need help, just call me."

"Good brother." Sunday smile. Victor is good at programming, so it's easy for him to help with Sunday's work. Like when he was helping with Sunday's assignment at that time.

"Ehm. I saw that he was riding the bike with you." Said Victor suddenly.

"Who?" Sunday did not understand who Victor was talking about.

"The man who comes to you often." Sunday remembered Faris.

"Oh Faris." That instant Victor knew the man's name was Faris.

"He needs my help. So he came to me."

"What help?" Victor was curious.

What's been going on with those two lately. When he was with Faris he always forbade me to be close to Victor. And so did Victor, when he was with him, he asked about my business with Faris. It's really annoying.

"Help of a friend. Yeah, he needs a friend's help." Sunday explained briefly. Because it's not important to him that Victor knows his business with Faris. Sunday is not the type of person who easily shares stories. Especially with people who are considered not too close. And Victor was one of those people who wasn't too close to him. Although they had known each other for a long time and were together during the Sunday internship but the interaction that was not too frequent made Sunday feel Victor was not too familiar with him.

"Oh so." Victor seemed dissatisfied with Sunday's answer and that was all he could say.

"I always thought that you and she were dating."

"Ahh no, that's not true. We're just friends." Sanggah.

"But you guys look familiar."

"That's because we've been friends for a long time." Sunday smiled in contention.

"How long?" This time Sunday felt Victor start to interrogate him.

"How long? I don't know, I don't really remember how long." Elak Sunday's.

"Did he come here often?"

"Not really. It took him 1 hour to get here. So where could he possibly come so often."

"How did you know him?" Sunday had increasingly felt Victor's introduction intensified. It was getting deeper so he felt he had to stop it.

"Oh yes, brother, I must continue my duties." Sunday's sentence says Victor must go home. Victor seemed to realize that.

"Alright, continue with your work." Victor moved from his seat. "Oh yes, I seem to have a reference program similar to your assignment. You can copy it tomorrow."

"really?"

"Hm."

"Good, thank you, brother. I'll copy tomorrow."

Victor nodded and then went home. Sunday escorted him out of the fence and back to lock the fence after Victor's car passed.