Miss of Sunday

10 Minutes

The car is still driving. Faris was still overwhelmed by her stifled anger. He couldn't possibly have told Sunday that he could have been jealous just seeing Sunday receive a call from Victor.

I don't know, the man seemed to pay attention to Sunday. Although maybe Sunday didn't feel it but Faris could see it. From the way Victor looked at Sunday alone Faris knew about his love for Sunday. It's just that Sunday is insensitive so don't know about it.

This Sunday is indeed too cute to know the forms of attention from others. All are considered the same. Faris is increasingly convinced Sunday does not know that Victor likes him because that applies to Faris as well. Sunday could never read his love signals.

He's either a fool or an idiot. How could he not know someone liked him. Doesn't he know I'm so possessive of him. But why didn't he interpret it as a form of my love for him. Which I can be jealous of if she's with another man. A really stupid girl. I can make sure she doesn't know Victor likes her, either. Rutuk Faris glanced at Sunday all the way back to the hotel.

Sunday did not open its voice at all. He just sat quietly looking at the street lights. The highway is not so quiet. There are still many vehicles running with Faris's car.

Until they got out of the car and walked to the room they were still silent. Just go hand in hand but Faris' mind is working for Sunday who does not know that he is jealous.

Let me just tell him I like him. I was jealous to see her take a call from Victor. I was angry to see him walking with the man. I hate to know Victor made her laugh. But I also hate myself for not being able to do anything. Come on, fall for me. I have to how to turn only to me.

They had arrived at the door of Sunday's room.

"Sleep." Faris said at last. Sunday nodded. Faris headed to her room. A step inside after closing the door, his chest was completely congested.

"I have to tell him all this. I can't hold it anymore. I like it so much." Faris Gumam. Without thinking any longer, Faris flipped over and opened the door again to the Sunday room.

As soon as the door opened and saw Sunday behind it, Faris could not hold it anymore. The second he really wanted was to embrace Sunday. Close until he felt the pounding of his chest that was getting crazier. He doesn't even care if Sunday can feel it. Faris immersed Sunday's tiny body into his arms. Either shocked or nervous Sunday does not rebel. He just silently nailed. Without words, without any movement. His body seemed to melt for a moment and let Faris sustain him.

His noisy bust of his chest he could no longer avoid. Sunday was still confused by the circumstances he experienced. Faris slowly began to speak.

"Let's do this in a minute.5 minutes. Ahh no, 10 minutes."

"But I can barely breathe." Sunday finally began to fight. But it's just futility. Faris even tightened her embrace.

"If I plan on getting out of my arms, I'll hold you tighter." Threat Faris. And succeed. Sunday stopped rebelling.

"You are the best at threatening."

"Don't say anything. Let's go like this again until the last 10 minutes."

"Hey, 3 minutes have passed. How can you not count it and stay in 10 minutes."

"If you talk a lot I'll add it to 30 minutes."

"No no. Okay, I'll be quiet until these 10 minutes are over." Faris smiled triumphantly.

Sunday was really filled with excitement. How could he feel comfortable being in Faris' arms. That's a sailor. He knows as a playboy. That has a lot of girls lined up in line wanting to be completely courted.

And his heart why so noisy. If it could be heard it could definitely beat a music concert in the town square. It is very confusing and almost frustrating.

"It's been 10 minutes." Slowly Faris took off her embrace. But Sunday still peels. Too much is digested by his mind. First about why it was Faris who suddenly came to his room and hugged him. Second, why is his heart pounding so hard while in Faris' arms but he does not deny that he feels comfortable at the same time.

"Sleep.we have to get up early. Tomorrow will be a tiring day." Faris rubs her hair on the front of Sunday. Sunday simply blinked his eyes without returning a word.

Sunday sat on the sofa of his room. Reorganizing the pounding of his heart that is still noisy.

"What was that?" It replayed his memories as Faris suddenly hugged him.

"Before he looked angry. Then, he suddenly came and hugged me. Then he was nice to me again. Totally inconsistent." Sunday is still analyzing Faris's volatile attitude.

Then Sunday entered the bathroom to clean themselves and intend to go to bed soon so that tomorrow can wake up early.

Meanwhile in his room, Faris curses himself. Just now he was faced with a difficult choice.The 10 minutes were when deciding his step forward. The step of expressing love to Sunday or holding it until the time is either up to when and has not been determined. And hugging Sunday is always able to make his feelings calmer when he is overpowered by jealousy. It was more able to make him think clearly and undo his intention to get angry in excess.

In 10 minutes Faris considered if today he said he liked Sunday then the worst possibility Sunday would reject it, and other things that arise Sunday will stay away from it. Judging from the history of Sunday who hated the romance of the sailors, it would be easy for Sunday to reject it. Faris does not yet know for sure whether Sunday also has the same feelings for him. All he knew was that Sunday gave him the opportunity to be close to him as a friend. More than that Faris had no faith at all. From the attitude of Sunday made him unsure if his love can be felt also by Sunday.

Therefore he just had to try to make Sunday like it. I don't know until when but he just wants someday Sunday will be able to like it too.

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Sunday was already with a make up artist when the clock showed at 06:00. The marriage will be held at 09:00. Faris had called him earlier, making sure Sunday was up.

"Sir, please make up her as natural as possible."

"Yes mbak. After all, her mother is already beautiful so natural make up is enough."

Make up artists look professional. And she was booked specifically to dress up the bride's family. There are several make up artists who are hired for the sake of the wedding of Faris' cousin because they are a big family so it requires a lot of energy to make up the artist in order to make the process of decorating faster.

Faris was still in her room and lazing around. Men do not need to dress up, they only need to wear traditional clothes that have also been prepared by the Dian family.

The bell in his room rang. Lazily he walked open the door.

"Oh my God, don't tell me you haven't taken a shower yet."

"It's too early, Ma." Faris dropped back on the bed.

"Make sleep again. Let's take a shower." Mami Faris pulled her hand to get up.

"Ahh, Mommy... Mami why bother here. I'm not a kid who doesn't know bath time. Or worse still need to be bathed. I can take a bath myself, Mi."

"Mommy knows, but if you're lounging like this you can miss the show."

"We'll just be there, Mi. All done by the Wedding Organizer."

"Bandel once was this kid. Pocket shower and take Sunday to the ballroom after finishing making up."

"Yes dear Mami." Faris then wakes up and hugs her spoiled mama.

"Memi hunt to TKP, as soon as Sunday ready we soon follow."

"Alright, Mami to where Dian's meeting was."

"Okay Mi."

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Faris was already preparing with the batik clothes he wore. Dian wants something simple but comfortable to wear all circles. So the choice of batik clothes for the bridesmaids. As she played a game on her phone while waiting for Sunday to dress up in her room, her doorbell rang. He deliberately did not wait in the Sunday room because it would definitely be kicked by him.

"Let's go now. It's almost 9." But Faris just pecked in his place standing for the beautiful creature before him. Kebaya sage color that he wears with a subordinate blend of batik brownish color makes it look elegant. His face that was used without make up is now reinforced with color and frame. The red color of her cheeks and the frame in her eyes made her very different but did not detract from her beauty at all.

Faris was anxious to touch something beautiful but she was afraid she could not let it go again. Because after touching it he must want to have, master and do not want to share it with anyone.