Miss of Sunday

Magic Bakmi

Slowly there is no sound of the puff and what is now is the Sunday breath that blows regularly. Faris still holds it. Occasionally stroking the hair of a straight and smooth Sunday back. The smell is fragrant and fresh. A few minutes Sunday seemed calm. Faris is figuring out what makes Sunday that calm. He looked down at Sunday's face in his arms.

"How could he fall asleep immediately after crying like that." Faris muttered and smiled at Sunday's behavior. Let Sunday lean on his chest and make it as comfortable as possible. Support half the weight of Sunday with his arms. Keeping the body of Sunday so as not to collapse in such a position is not easy but Faris trying to make Sunday not immediately awake.

Nearly an hour into Sunday, I fell asleep after crying. Then Faris sensed a movement from within his arms. Slowly Sunday opened my eyes. What he felt the first time was the grip of Faris' hand on his left hand. Their fingers are close to each other. Hurriedly Sunday lifted his head from Faris' chest and pulled his hand from Faris' grasp. Fixing his seat and silence for a while setting a smooth pounding on his chest and then look at the watch.

"Oh my God, it's 11." Sunday looked at Faris riled because for him it was very late. His mother's face was waiting for him to come home. Faris just smiled gently at him. The girl next to him is so sweet. Even when sleeping is adorable. Faris really felt that she had been blinded by her feelings of joy. So that whatever Sunday does always seem to amaze him and love him more.

"Hows it? You feeling better?" Sunday nodded.

"Let's go home." Take Sunday with a hoarse voice after falling asleep.

"You haven't had dinner yet. I can't let you go home by missing your dinner."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"No, we'll eat something before I drive you home."

"No, it's getting late. My curfew is almost past."

"Just relax, let me tell Aunt Ana that we're watching the movie marathon. So it's a little late." Sunday seemed to think for a moment.

"Mmm.. okay."

After that Faris drove his car looking for culinary night along the way home.

"Do you like fried rice or bakmi?" Ask Faris.

"Sir."

Faris turned his car and stopped at a tent stall that was written serving fried rice and processed bakmi.

"All right, let's go down."

Faris went down first then followed by Sunday coming out of the other side of the car door. Arriving inside the tent stall, Faris ordered their food and waited at the buyer's table.

"The sage here is so delicious."

"really?"

"Hmmm..." After that, the atmosphere of their table returned to silence. Sunday started checking his phone.

Another one that Faris liked from Sunday was her unprofessional self eating at a tent stall on the side of the road. Even when with Sunday, they rarely eat at restaurants or cafes. Sunday will be very happy to hang out while eating meatballs, eating siomay, batagor, pempek, fried rice which are all foods sold by street vendors.

Why Sunday prefers food in a tent or street stall, because there he does not need to jaim and follow the rules of various complex table manners. Eating breakfast using hands tastes very good than eating steak that cutlery assortment.

Without Sunday realizing Faris was staring at him. Sunday's face looks still cute with puffy eyes after the action of crying. The skin of his face was white and not acne it looked a little tangled. But Faris did not ask why Sunday was crying so much. He knew Sunday didn't want to tell him. He also understood that Sunday did not want to share this with him. It might be too painful for him to reminisce about that past story.

The order came, Faris offered Sunday's bakmi. Seeing the bakmi with hot steam that billows Sunday immediately became sumringah. Faris who saw that smiled. Again and again. Together Sunday seems to make it easy to smile and feel happy.

In his first feed, Sunday immediately praised.

"Yes, this is delicious. You know good food places." While chewing his tub.

"You can be this." Sunday smile. Seeing him, Faris became relieved. Sunday's sad face began to fade a little.

"Or not, I always wanted to be a culinary presenter."

"Why?"

"Liar can be incip-incipated and eat for free continue to be paid anyway." Then Sunday laughed. At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten to cry.

"You're beautiful then." Sunday suddenly stiffened, his face blushed and then misbehaved.

"Hey, eat first. Don't even flirt. I'm not playing with your seduction." Sunday feigned ketus to cover up his nervousness.

"Well, this is the Sunday I know." Faris smiled mischievously and continued eating.

"Am I ever someone else?"

"Yes, a moment ago."

"That's. I just. I'm..." Sunday lowered his gaze. He knew for sure Faris was confused by his attitude today. Suddenly calling her dear, holding her hand and then crying out. He really looks very unstable.

"No need to tell me you don't want to." Faris was trying to understand Sunday. Although very curious about what happened on Sunday and two people in the cinema, but nevertheless Sunday has the right not to share his story with others.

"Not so, but I just hate them so much."

"What are they?" Finally Faris ventured to ask because it seemed like Sunday was starting to open up a little to her.

"That is my ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend who is my friend."

"Oohhhhhh..."

"Let's know, I hated them so much that I ran out of words to express my frustration and disappointment in them. That's why I'm so upset with myself and it makes me want to cry." Sunday started again.

"You know, not everyone can accept us for who we are. But we are still us. There will be someone who can accept us no matter what. So, let's assume it's over and not affecting our current lives. Hatred will only hurt itself and we must stop doing it." Sunday surprised. Can't believe Faris can say all that.

"Looks like you have to eat bakmi often."

"Why?" Faris was surprised because his explanation got a very unflagging response from Sunday.

"This sage seems so miraculous that it has turned you into a sage like this." Faris smiled wryly at Sunday's sentence which sounded more like a mockery. But Faris' heart seemed to agree that this bakmi was very magical. That can change the mood of Sunday quite well. From grieving then without warning back to how it was. Cheerfully.

"You just listen to the advice of the parents, don't have much to comment." Faris pretended to be upset.

"Good Opa." Faris raised her eyebrows in wonder. It's not usually Sunday to call just as Suzan & Windy called her.

"Not Oppa Korea yes, this is the opinion in the country."

"Oh, so yes. I'm grandpa?"

"Yes..." Then Sunday chuckled. No matter the other buyers turned to him with strange looks. Faris doesn't care about that either. What he felt even felt happy Sunday had returned to laughing.