Miss of Sunday

Dreamtime

"You said the family would come. But why are you here?" Sunday was astonished because Papi, Mami or the other Faris family were not in Faris' car.

"They left yesterday afternoon."

"Why aren't we with them?"

"I feel sorry for you. You think I'm that cruel? After college and internships, I'll take a long trip out of town."

"You were that cruel. Although you don't want to tire me out on the way, but you don't even accept my word of rejection."

"You know what, I'm a bit of a dictator." Faris chuckles.

"The more you come here, the more clearly your nature becomes. It scares me even more."

"You scared? But why do you still dare to get close to me?" Faris glanced while showing off her grinning smile. The street in front of him began to solid as Faris' car came out of the alley of Sunday's house.

"That's because I've been trained. Yeah, I'm very good at dealing with people like you." Sunday himself was confused how he could be this comfortable with someone he himself dubbed as a playboy, easily imposing his will and make him do things as he pleases.

"Oh yeah?" Faris looked up and his eyes were full of probes.

"Hey, focus on the road ahead of you." Faris then straightened his gaze again forward.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Of course it is. Why?"

"I haven't had breakfast. We go to the mini market first." Faris then turned his car into a self-service. After the engine was turned off, they both went down. Entering the mini market. Sunday take a bottle of mineral water. Faris included mineral water, bottled fruit juice, some heavy snacks such as bread and snacks that filled her basket. Take him to the cashier and pay and get back in the car.

Faris started to open the chocolate jam bread. Eat it and then drink bottled mineral water and then leave the mini market parking lot and continue the journey.

Along the way are songs by Ed Sheeran and Bruno Mars. Sunday enjoyed the journey. It will take 6 hours to get to Faris' brother.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep." Sunday only grinned when caught off guard he was sleepy.

"No, pity that the driver is alone."

"It's okay. Passengers are prohibited from talking to the driver."

"I'm also wondering why it's customary to ride in a car to fall asleep."

"Of course, I drive really well. You must feel so comfortable that you always want to sleep."

"Why then become a sailor? Why not just be a driver? It seems like it suits you better."

"If I'm a driver, I'm not fit to be a playboy. That playboy title is perfect for me who's a sailor." Faris's phrase is an allusion to the Sunday view of sailors. Hearing that, Sunday only let out a wry smile.

After that, Sunday only felt his drowsiness getting heavier and heavier. And then, he finally fell asleep.

"Bas on the bed." Faris murmured a glance at Sunday.

An hour later, Sunday fell asleep and felt something stuck in his head. Slowly opened his eyes and found himself leaning on Faris' shoulder. The car stopped on the side of the road. Realizing his sleeping position, Sunday shuffled up his head.

"Where are we?" Sunday still gnawing his eyes that there is still residual drowsiness there.

"Sleep again. We've only been halfway through."

"Oh yeah? I think it's almost there."

"No. sleep yet..."

"It's very nice if I sleep. You're really a driver who doesn't want to be bothered."

"Please take it that way." Faris started to drive her car.

Not because tired and want to rest Faris stopped his car earlier. But he saw the Sunday sleeping position that almost collapsed with the head that was too tilted to the right of the seat backrest. So Faris stopped the car to fix Sunday's sleeping position. But only when Faris touched the head of Sunday, he pulled Faris' arm and buried his head on Faris' shoulder. Not wanting to wake up Sunday, Faris could only let Sunday rest in his sleep.

The wedding looks great. Many invited guests were present. Everyone seems happy. Sunday gave a look. A wedding party held in the ballroom with an all-white theme is the dream of many couples. Sunday went around the room as a couple entered the party room. Among the invited guests present, Sunday tried to find a gap to see the bride and groom. But too many invited guests who covered the road to the bridal, finally Sunday could not see the two brides. Only when the bride and groom are at the wedding can Sunday see clearly. Both seem very happy. Their smiles are perfect. With the bride's hand hugging the groom's arm, the two are perfectly matched.

But, Sunday was like being riled up when the groom was about to give a kiss to the bride. His heart suddenly hurt. Tight chest. What a sight he really didn't want to see. Suddenly her tears melted holding her fallen heart, breaking into fragments.

Faris who was standing there looked very handsome. Standing up straight with a happy smile with Rima who was wearing a white princess dress in a fairy tale. Sunday turned his face away from the view in front of him. Next he felt someone shake his shoulder. Instantly the mood changed. A ballroom disappeared in an instant. Now that was in front of him was a worried looking Faris looking at him. Without thinking much, Sunday whipped his arms at Faris.

Unprepared for Sunday's action, Faris staggered from his original seat until his back touched the car door. Faris immediately gasped. I don't understand what happened to Sunday. His heart almost jumped to get treatment suddenly Sunday.

"A-what's up?" Faris was still trying to master her feelings.

Sunday, who noticed his actions, opened his eyes, gnashed and hurriedly let go of his embrace.

"Oh. I'm dreaming." Sunday fixed his seat. Faris did the same.

"Dreams?"

"What dream?" Faris. What dream caused Sunday to cry sobbing like that in his sleep. When I woke up I hugged him tightly.

"Dreams. dreams... mmm..." Sunday couldn't possibly tell Faris his dream. That's really embarrassing.

"The nightmare. Yeah, a very bad dream."

"Is it that bad until you cry?"

"I'm crying?" Faris nodded. Sunday felt his face that was wet on both cheeks. She's really crying. The dream felt really real and the pain of his heart was also as if it was felt even until now his chest was still tight.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I dreamt of meeting a ghost." Sunday answered the origin.

"What's so creepy that you're so scared?"

"Yes, that dream is so scary."

"All right, let's get down. We've arrived." Take Faris and open the car door. Sunday followed.

Faris took her bag and Sunday bag out of the trunk and carried her inside the hotel door. It is a beautiful hotel and is quite famous as a five star hotel. Sunday still follows Faris to the reception desk. It seems that Faris had already booked a room for herself and for Sunday before they got here. Evidently when he reached the reception desk he was very quick to get the keys to his room.

"This is your key." Faris reached out her hand giving the key.

"We're staying on the 11th floor." Walking to the elevator. Again Sunday just followed Faris' steps.

The elevator doors opened and they entered. There was no one there, just the two of them. Sunday was silent. Faris who saw that just smiled. The face of Sunday after crying always looks funny. His nose was red, making him want to pinch it.

The elevator doors opened, they stepped out. But suddenly Sunday staggered forward and hit Faris' back. Faris was shocked and turned around.

"What's wrong?"

"I tripped." Faris scrunched his forehead.

"There-there you are. Do I need to carry?"

"no need. I can walk by myself."

"I don't think you've fully woken up from your sleep so the road is still not right."

"No, I'm fine."

"This is your room." Point Faris at a numbered door.

"Where's your key?" Take back the key that was given to Sunday and open it.

A room with a queen-sized bed. There is a sofa on the bed side and a window to the balcony. This room is not so spacious but the arrangement is quite good so it is pleasing to the eye.

Sunday out to the balcony. From above, he could see the whole city. The street in front of him and the houses looked tiny there.

"Here drink." Faris gave him fruit juice. "It'll keep you fresh."

"Thank you." Sunday felt the fruit juice was cold. He must have taken it from the fridge in the corner of his room. Drinking it and it is true, the taste of orange juice makes his body instantly fresh. The sweetness made his strength recover. And the sour taste makes the sleepiness immediately disappear.

When Sunday wanted to turn around, his body hit Faris who was still standing behind him. The fruit juice that Faris had brought and had not been covered over spilled his clothes.

"Oh, sorry." Sunday wiped Faris's shirt. But it all feels useless if you only use your hands. Finally he took a tissue on the room table and wiped it. Faris was still silent not flinching.

"Why are you behind me?"

"I like being behind you." Sunday looked up at the face of Faris who also looked down at him. Faris' height of 182 cm makes them unbalanced if they look like this.

"Do you like it when I run over?" Sindir Sunday in a joking tone then laughed. But slowly Faris even closer his face to the face of Sunday. The heart of Sunday is pounding. Faris' gentle gaze was like a hypnotist that kept him still, not moving even if he just lifted his legs to pull his body back. Not knowing what to do, Sunday simply closed his eyes tightly avoiding Faris' gaze.

"Open your eyes." Suddenly Sunday opened his eyes, astonished. His eyes were full of question marks.

"How do I take a dork in your eyes when you're crumpling like that."

Sunday cupped both hands to his face. Looking for something around his eyes. Indeed something felt stuck in the eyes of Sunday when he touched it and it was really embarrassing.

"Here go to your own room. I'm gonna take a shower." Sunday pushed Faris' body towards the exit.

"Yes. yeah, I'm out." Faris endured the laughter of seeing such a shy Sunday.

"I'm in the room next to you. If you need anything just tell me."

"Yes, come out." Then Faris came out with the previous door shut.

"really embarrassing. It's not that there's a rainbow in my eyes, but it's a belek. Shameful.embarrassing." Sunday cupped his hands in embarrassment while shaking his head.