Miss of Sunday

Chignon

"Hey." Sunday wiggled Faris' arm.

"You why?"

"Ehh, yes, anu." Faris gasps.

"Let's go there. We'll miss the show."

Yeah, come on." Faris picked up the cell phone at the table she had been playing the game at and locked the door to her room. And walk to the ballroom.

They walk a bit slowly because they have to line the Sunday that uses subordinate batik cloth and footwear height of 7 cm. From the side of Sunday, Faris can see how Sunday hair is very beautiful. Usually he only denied the origin of a kind of cepol, but the makeup artist was good at making Sunday hair more beautiful. And the bun really managed to catch Faris' attention.

"Why should your hair be covered?"

"of course. Should my hair be cut? Or even a ponytail? Or in a braid of two?" Sunday laughed to himself imagining if it really happened.

"Yes if it can cover the back of your neck."

"Why indeed?"

"Your neck is too open to show to others." Sunday laughed again. Another strangeness that Faris did. Since when is his neck attractive enough for others to see.

"I'm completely out of words for you. You've been really weird lately. Maybe my neck caught my attention. I used to show my neck but no one protested like you." They were still walking through the hallway and heading to the elevator.

"If I say it can attract attention, that's the truth. As a man, I can see that."

"So, you think my neck is pulling?"

"Yes, that's samacam."

"Then look until you're satisfied."

"I want to see it until I'm satisfied but I don't want anyone else to see it either."

"Ahh, you are so weird. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Anyway, put your hair down. Take off your bun."

"You're out of your mind? To be able to make a bun as good as this perias takes hours and with sweat pouring so hard." Sunday is a little hyperbole. The room was air-conditioned so there was no way the make up artist could sweat.

"I don't care. Anyway your bun should be removed. Faris grabbed Sunday's hair but as quickly as Sunday's lightning dodged. While slightly lifting his batik cloth, Sunday ran by maintaining his balance towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.

"You want to play with me? Okay..." Seringai Faris's. Faris became anxious with Sunday's childish behavior. He did not want to lose and immediately followed after him. His level legs made his steps wide and quickly caught up. When we got to the front of the elevator, Sunday immediately pressed the button to open the elevator door. And a moment later the door opened which followed Sunday's footsteps into the elevator. Sunday intended to immediately push the floor button he was heading to and leave Faris behind him. But it turns out that Faris caught up and the elevator door failed to close by Faris's obstructing toe.

"You just left me? I have been waiting for you since." Faris grumbled with a breath of breath after running.

"Finally you're so mean to take my bun off."

"Oh yeah, take your bun off now. If you don't want to, let me take it off." Faris' hand prepares to grab Sunday's hair. In the elevator that only existed the two of them it made Faris freely treat Sunday.

"No. no... " Sunday held her bun. "You know this bun is made with hairspray to be this lute. If you let go then what is the fate of my hair that is tersairspray? Can you imagine? Where might I come to the party with hair that looks like kuntilanak. You want? Or it could happen but I'll just stay in the room. Because it would be very embarrassing to be in the middle of the crowd with the appearance of such a madman. You want me in the room?" Sunday brought his face closer to Faris. Closer like that makes Faris more free to look at the soft and supple face of Sunday. His cheeks that seemed tender and reddish wanted to be bitten.

"Alright well. Keep it that way. But make sure you're never far from me."

"Where am I going?"

"Don't shift more than an inch from where I am."

"How about glue me to your body so we can stick to it."

"Good idea." Faris smiled widely.

"Hahh, you're so weird." Sunday turned his face the other way.

It turns out that Faris took Sunday to approach her mother. Pull the chair next to her mom and tell Sunday to sit down. Kak Novi was also seen next to Papi Faris. Sister Novi's husband is invisible. Rafael too. Maybe Kak Farhat is persuading Rafael who can not be silent and hobbies 'walk'.

"Sit here." Sunday according. Mami Faris turned to look at him.

"Sunday..." Mami Faris's. "You look so pretty." Sunday's face was suddenly red for the compliment. But Sunday only responded with a smile.

'"I guessed it, my view of you was right."

"About what, Auntie?"

"The size of your body." Sunday nodded in understanding.

"You remind me of my youth. My body is as good as yours. It's just like this now." While holding his body in his seat.

"But Aunt is still pretty. Aunt's body is still good." Puji Sunday's. Indeed, the body of Mami Faris still looks slim and fit despite being a grandmother.

"really?" Mami Faris sumringah's face earned that compliment.

"But Faris always said I was fat." Mami Faris looked pouted.

"Who the hell is not fat. Even Novi's sister also said fat."

"really?" Mami Faris widened her eyes. Novi's tall but containing postures are also said to be fat. Though the posture is very fitting if you say bohay.

"She needs an eye check."

"It looks like it, Aunt." Then they giggled. Papi Faris looked over. Found the two of them were joking like that without realizing his lips were smiling. It's good to see them both that familiar. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Yes, in the end he will have a daughter-in-law later.

Sunday was looking for Faris. After sitting down with her mom Faris went somewhere. The wedding ceremony is about to begin. Both brides are on the table. Suddenly Faris sat beside him.

"Where have you been? Long time." Sunday whispered.

"Why? I just stayed a little while already missing?" Faris. Looking at Faris heart Sunday rustling. Usually Sunday is lazy to see it so but this time why Faris looks so sweet. The Sunday rush turned its face. Afraid of her heart jumping from where it originally lingered seeing Faris smiling sweetly so.

"Already, admit it." Faris still teases him.

"It's so lazy with you." Sunday faking pout. Faris smiled.

Along with that, the show began. Wisdom, sacred and all goes well. After the wedding ceremony, the two brides were brought to change their clothes and continue the reception.

Seating chairs during the wedding ceremony are now taken to the edge of the ballroom. Invitational guests began to arrive. One by one the guests shook the hands of the two brides congratulating them.

Faris completely kept his word and did not let Sunday get away from him.

"You bored?" Faris asked as she looked at the evaporating Sunday amidst such a crowd. Sunday just grimaced.

Sunday is getting bored. There was nothing he did but sit and stand or enjoy some party dishes. His stomach was starting to be full and if this is how it could be drowsiness came suddenly.

"Follow me." Invite Faris by holding Sunday's hand so as not to separate in the crowd.

It turned out that Faris took Sunday to the outside of the Ballroom which had the balcony.

"This seems more comfortable." Faris took off her hand. Sunday was still silent with the smooth pounding he felt.

"Why keep quiet. Don't you need to waste your energy that you just filled up with some dim sum?" Faris God. Sunday turned his face away while smiling wryly.

"The meat's good too." Then Sunday she laughed. Faris. I love seeing Sunday laugh like that. His face became red as he laughed. So adorable. It was very desirable for Faris to hold onto that chewy Sunday cheek.

"I like you." said Faris suddenly. Sunday glaring.