Miss of Sunday

Who's the girl?

"I like you..."

"What?"

"It's so pretty." Faris was still staring at the increasingly violent Sunday. Faris reached out her hand touching Sunday's hair. Sunday became nervous and almost avoided. But next Sunday knew a butterfly was perched on Faris' index finger.

"Butterfly?" Sunday looked in amazement. A butterfly with a bright color pattern is very beautiful. Sunday was a little misbehaved because it had GR when Faris said the word like and beautiful before. It turned out that what he meant was the butterfly.

"It's not pretty." Faris presented it to Sunday

"Yes. Pretty." Sunday intended to move the butterfly to his finger but the butterfly flew instead.

"Yeah..." Sunday looks disappointed because the butterfly does not want to perch on his finger.

"I'm sure the butterfly is a female." Guess Faris.

"Why are you so sure?"

"Yes, it's proven that he wants to when I touch him, but it flies when you want to replace him."

"Your reasons are unscientific. What does that have to do with it."

"Hey, the butterfly also knows who she needs to be touched with."

"It doesn't really make sense." Sunday sneering.

"The butterflies love to be with me, let alone the girls." Faris swagging.

"Narcissistic basis."

"Here you go, do I have to clarify? You also know that any girl who meets me will not be able to resist my charm."

"I don't see your charm." Sunday looked at the sides of Faris's face right and left alternately pretending to make sure something.

"Look closer." Faris brought his face closer so that now their faces were at a distance of less than an inch. Getting a sudden action from Faris like that Sunday gasped and reflexively rewinded his body a step. His heart started to sound again.

"I want to go in." Sunday rushed back inside the party room to avoid Faris seeing her nervousness. But Faris knew that and smiled. His heart was a little happy to see the response Sunday because the goal was to convey his love message through action. Hopefully Sunday can know what Faris is feeling and slowly can like it too.

Yes, Faris decided to approach Sunday even further. Not just friends like before but more than that. From now on Faris wants to be the only man near Sunday and wants to make Sunday not have time to think about other men.

He could no longer hold back his feelings. Moreover, every time Victor approached Sunday wanted to say not to approach the girl he liked. Jealousy often torments him. So, it would be better if he made an approach and tried to make Sunday like it too.

Sunday mingled with the other invitations followed by Faris behind him. From a distance of a few steps between them make the back of Sunday's open neck clearly visible. The neckline with the thin dangling hair child looks adorable to Faris. Faris liked it.

Sunday finally sat on a chair in the corner of the room that looked quiet. The soul does not like the crowd leading him there. Faris followed him and sat next to Sunday.

"You really stuck to me." Sunday Gumam.

"I told you you can't stay away from me. So, we'll always be together." Sunday grunting.

"But if you're uncomfortable, I'll go. It's just, I'll keep an eye on you. Make sure you don't invite other men's attention."

"Hey, what girl do you think I am?" Sunday glared furiously

"Alright, after all, if anyone dares to flirt with you, I can be sure I'll finish him off." Now Sunday rolled his eyes lazily. After that Faris completely mingled into the crowd of guests.

Half an hour passed. It gets boring alone. Secretly Sunday lamented why Faris was driving him away. At least when with him he had a chatter friend or a arguing friend. The cell phone was also left in the room. He almost died of boredom.

Intend to call Faris but he does not know where Faris is. Besides, there's a sense of prestige too if you have to ask Faris to return to sit with him here. While circulating his gaze across the room to break his boredom, his eyes caught Faris chatting with a girl. That girl is beautiful. With a knee-length metallic ash colored dress with straight cuts and open arms. Her hair was left sagged and slightly curly at the ends.

Sunday wondered if Faris knew him. Is he one of his family members? Or is he just an invited guest? They look familiar. Sometimes we talk and laugh together. It seems like a lot of their conversation. The heart of Sunday suddenly felt like it was being squeezed. Not bleeding but sick.

But... Why does it feel like this? Why am I disturbed? Isn't he used to that. Batin Sunday's.

What he saw really caught the attention of Sunday. He could not take his eyes off at all. It was eager to get close to Faris and take her away from the girl.

Finally he gave up and took a bowl of meatballs for the second time but now with a portion of sambal that much more so that once a spoon had made Sunday pungent. So spicy Sunday that his eyes water. Sweat pouring. Take a glass of fruit ice hoping to quell the spicy sensation in the mouth. But indeed the super much sambal it gives him a tremendous spicy sensation.

Finally the meat is over. But the Sunday glass is empty. He intended to take another but someone offered him another glass. Sunday received the glass from Faris' hand.

"Are you eating meatballs with sambel or eating sambel with meatballs?" Faris looked at Sunday with a look of pity mixed funny. The face of Sunday is red because of the spiciness.

"I'll get you another drink." Faris took a drink. After a while he returned and gave it to Sunday. Sunday still said nothing. He was too busy coping with the spicy taste in his mouth.

The Sunday sweat filled his forehead. Faris wiped the sweat with her handkerchief but Sunday dodged and remained silent not saying a word. Faris began to feel something was off. But he did not know why Sunday was suddenly like that. Lips Sunday locked.

"You why?"

"It's okay." Answer Sunday cold.

"Did the spicy taste turn you to stone?" Faris' speech made Sunday look at him with both eyebrows that were almost linked.

"Why is he suddenly silent?"

"I'm full." Answer the Sunday origin.

"Oh yeah? Isn't your meal not so much?" Faris God.

"I'm going to go to the room."

"The show's not over yet."

"But I have to go to the room."

"Why?"

"There must be a reason you suddenly want to go back to your room." Faris.

"There's no excuse." Sunday and leave Faris. But Faris followed him.

"Hey, I'm looking for you." Novi suddenly held onto Sunday's shoulder which was walking towards the exit.

"Where are you going?"

"Not anywhere." Faris replied quickly before Sunday who answered and the answer was to the room.

"What's up, brother?"

"I thought you guys had left the show."

"Not brother. Where might we go before the show ends." Faris glanced at Sunday who was just silent beside her.

"Goodoo. At the end of the show, all the families will be taking photos together. So don't you miss that."

"Yes, brother." After that Novi left Faris & Sunday.

"Sir Novi said we can't go anywhere until the end of the show. So that means you have to stay here."

"Sir Novi said family. I'm not part of the family"

"But you're my girlfriend now."

"Pretending. Just a pretend boyfriend huh. Don't forget that." Sergei Sunday.

"But in their eyes we're really a couple so we'll be boyfriends as they know." Sunday looks upset. He breathed his breath rough.

"You said you'd help me. Did you forget that?" Faris whispered softly in Sunday's ear and gave an amused sensation as Faris' breath touched her ear skin. Sunday felt that.

Finally, Sunday denied his desire to leave the event and returned to his seat on the edge of the party room. Faris sat next to him. Sunday did not want to talk to Faris.

Being a girlfriend fuck. He even had a good conversation with another girl in the middle of the party. He can guarantee that his family doesn't see it. I could see it clearly. Sunday grout beside Faris.

While Faris still does not understand what the real cause of Sunday so quiet so. Ask again Sunday will also be useless because he knows the nature of women who when angry will not tell stories and hope men become shamans who are sensitive to his feelings. But that's a very difficult thing.

Invitational guests are almost nothing just a few who did come a bit late and the rest are close family. Sunday is still at his silent action. Faris was still accompanying him by not asking him to talk either. He must not mispronounce so must patiently wait until Sunday softens.

After the photoshoot session of the groom's family is over, it is now the turn for the bride's family who are the party hosts. One by one the host called the family name to take pictures. And now it's Faris's turn. Papi-mami Faris and Kak Novi and her husband who took Rafael walked closer to the temple.

"Come on." Faris pulls Sunday's hand. At first Sunday was reluctant but Faris again flicked his hand and gestured with his eyes for Sunday to stand up from his seat. Finally Sunday woke up. Faris was a little relieved. At least Sunday still want when invited to take pictures.

Up on the lap, all stand on the right and left side of the bride. The men by the groom's side, the women by the bride's side. After a flash, indicating that their images are already stored in the DSLR camera memory of the photographer. After congratulating, Sunday and all those in the pelaminan went down and followed by other families who will take pictures as well.

"Don't go first, after this there's still a photo event with the whole big family." Mami Faris.

Any more? Batin Sunday did not believe.

Waiting for a moment, the host invited all close relatives who are om & aunt Dian to take pictures with Dian's parents. After that only Dian's cousins who got a turn to take pictures with the same formation as before. The men by the groom's side, the women by the bride's side. And one-time take all events are completely finished.

Sunday came down from the other side of the perimeter from where Faris went down. Feeling the task is done, Sunday went down and intended to go to his room immediately. He wanted to get there quickly and lay down his body. Along with other families who also began to leave the party, Sunday quickened his pace when he found out Faris was following him from behind.

Immediately get into the elevator which still followed Faris as well. But they were still silent and did not speak to each other because there were some of the Faris family in them. The elevator doors opened on the floor of the Sunday and Faris rooms. After Faris and Sunday said goodbye to everyone in the elevator, they stepped out.

Sunday was walking in a hurry as if chasing something. Faris followed. When Sunday came to the door of her room and intended to lock the door, Faris pulled her hand, pushed her body against the door and locked the movement of Sunday by locking it between the two hands of Faris resting on the door in front of her.

"Why? Why are you like this to me?" Faris' face now only a moment with the face of Sunday so clearly visible sharp view of Faris directly fixed on his eyes.

"I-I'm not why-why. I told you I wasn't okay." Sunday was nervous in a cage like that. His heart beats so noisy.

"Then why are you suddenly ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you. I'm just tired?"

"Oh yeah? You're tired but you can walk really fast like that?"

"I want to hurry up to the room and rest."

"really? That's not your excuse.?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're not lying?"

"N-no." Sunday was nervous because he was lying.

"You know, I hate someone lying to me." Faris hasn't let go of his kungngkungan.

"If the one who lied to me was a man then I'd hit him. But if that woman lies then I will..." Faris did not continue her sentence but gestured with her slightly raised lips. Sunday understood the gesture and reflexively closed his own lips.

"You're threatening people." Sunday protests

"I'm not threatening, I'm just trying to get people to tell the truth."

"Basic coercor."

"So, are you going to tell me or not?" Faris grinned. Sunday looked away. His heart was completely out of control. From this close distance and even in her grin Faris looks dazzling.

"Hows it? You want me to make you tell the truth my way?" Sunday was panicking. Moreover, slowly Faris began to look down and bring his face closer to the face of Sunday. Sunday was getting nervous. Confused by the steps he had to make. In such a state his brain was frozen to death. There was nothing he could think of. While Faris' face was getting closer and closer now. Sunday is getting bigger.