Miss of Sunday

Diarrhea Draining the Heart

"Hows it? You want me to make you tell the truth my way?" Faris drew her face closer. Sunday is getting restless.

"Hey, move..." As much as Sunday's energy pushed Faris' body back a few steps. Sunday's heart rate is falling apart.

"Why do you care about my attitude. You just can't keep your attitude." Faris scrunched his forehead.

"You said we should act as girlfriends, but what are you doing. You stay close to the girls."

"Which girl?"

"Which girl? You think I didn't see it? If you want to get close to them, not where I can see them. Besides you said that time would no longer approach the girls as you please. But have you been too itchy to just stop."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Faris suddenly ambushed Sunday pushing both shoulders like before and leaning against the door.

"What you said I don't understand."

In the wake of being treated like that, Sunday instantly flinched.

"Didn't you remember?" Sunday smiled a wry smile and turned his face away. Faris seemed to think. And then smiled and took off his grip on both shoulders Sunday.

"Oh, if what you're talking about is the girl that was chatting with me next to that rolling goat table, she's just one of the guests. I just greeted him and was friendly. I'm a relative of the bride and groom so I also have to entertain guests well."

"Oh yeah? Is that really what you mean? Or are you just looking for excuses and taking advantage of circumstances?"

"What reason? That's the truth. It's just that you know my charms always work to get girls to like me very quickly." Faris smiled widely.

"Huh, it's too lazy to listen to your strings. You're a playboy." Sunday sneering.

"Or are you really..Jealous?" Faris squinted her eyes at Sunday. Sunday blinked his eyes. His face suddenly blushed. But then he laughed to cover his nervousness.

"Hey.if you want to think strangely of me you should ask permission first." Sunday still with a laugh.

"Why should? This is my head, this is my mind. Whatever I want to think."

"But your mind can be slanderous if you don't coordinate with me first."

"Okay, if you're not jealous then why are you mad when I'm near another girl?"

"That's because..." Sunday confused himself what to answer because he did not find the right variables to explain his attitude. Why could he be angry seeing Faris with another girl.

"That's because you said we should pretend to be lovers. Wouldn't it be suspicious if you still liked it that way? They may be suspicious of your attitude that still likes it odd." Obviously Sunday. Fortunately, he had a reason for his anger.

"Oh yeah, really?"

"of course. You think you're worthy enough for me to be jealous? I'm sorry, sir, we're not in a relationship that allows jealousy between us." The sound of Sunday shaking slightly said all that.

"Okay, I think I've misunderstood your attitude. But it would actually be nice if there was someone who cheated." Faris chuckles.

"Just do it in your dreams." Sunday smiled wryly.

"All right, now rest. We'll be home later in the afternoon." Faris turned around and headed towards her room.

Sunday entered his own room. In the room, the first place he went was his bed. He collapsed his body while turning back his memories. How he hated seeing Faris chatting so familiarly with a girl. His heart became sick instantly. Is he really jealous? Butwhy? Wasn't it like his own words, that he and Faris were not worthy of envying each other? But the more he came here like infected by Faris who always forbid him near other men, especially Victor. Nor did he like Faris to be close to other girls.

"Ahh, I don't care. I don't know. I don't want to think about it anymore." Sunday shook his head quickly trying to expel the strange thoughts that were in his head. He began to close his eyes looking for calmness from his uneasiness.

Sunday felt something was disturbing his sleep. Stomach heartburn is not play. He ran to the bathroom to make his complaint. When he finished, he sat on the sofa of his room while stroking his stomach which still felt wrapped around. Suddenly a bell rang. With her stomach Sunday towards the door. When opening it Faris is visible.

"You're not ready yet?"

"My stomach mules once. Just sec... " Sunday went back to the bathroom. Faris gawked and entered the Sunday room. Waiting for him to get out of the bathroom.

After leaving, go back to the bathroom. Faris who saw that started to worry.

"You why?" Faris asked as Sunday came out of the bathroom and was still holding onto her stomach.

"I'm diarrhea..." Sunday looked weak and dropped his body on the bed in a curled position. Faris.

"It must be because of your sambel sauce." Sunday did not respond and only grimaced to hold back his stomach mules.

"This is what I see." Faris took off her Sunday hand on the surface of her stomach.

"What do you want?" Sunday brushed off Faris' hand.

"You see your stomach."

"can't. It's good to see my stomach. My stomach will be stained by you."

"Oh my God, just wipe it with this eucalyptus oil."

"Here, let me do it myself." Sunday retrieved eucalyptus oil from Faris' hand from the P3K box in the room. Faris only noticed the Sunday's behavior.

"Hey, why are you looking at me. There's your face. Don't look at my stomach."

"Yes, okay, you're chatty."

"You take advantage of the situation. Fuck up!"

"You need to know I just want to help, not do the no-no."

"Who knows your brain is dirty."

"Hey, the usual dirty brain is you, not me."

"Look, I'm an innocent and holy man, there's no way I've got a dirty brain. The one who deserves it is you."

"Why me?"

"Yes, you. You have the potential to have a dirty brain."

"Why am I potentially?"

"Because of you. ahh, no..." Sunday ran back to the bathroom.

She went. Is he mad at me for a dirty brain? Or he's lazy with me who's having diarrhea. Or... did he leave me home? So mean. Sunday speculated for himself while lying on the bed. His body felt weak and not powered at all.

Faris reentered the room Sunday after coming from a nearby drugstore. He was still curled up on the bed against the door.

"Take this anti-diarrhea drug." Faris said instantly and made Sunday go up because suddenly he was standing behind him.

"How can you. can..." Sunday was broken by wonder. He thought Faris had gone home and also how he could get into his room like that. Isn't the door locked.

"Of course that's what the door is for."

"That's not what I meant. You came in from the door while the door was locked."

"Who said it was locked. The door is not locked. I left it without locking."

"It's a good thing the only bad guy here is you so you're the only one in a girl's room without feeling awkward."

"Whatchu mean? Am I the bad guy? I'm your superhero. This is your anti-diarrhea medication." Sunday surprised. It turned out that Faris had come out to buy anti-diarrhea drugs for him. There is a sense of guilt in saying that Faris was a bad person even though he did not say it wholeheartedly.

"Thank you." Finally said Sunday. Then take the mineral water on the nightstand next to his bed and take his medicine.

"Rest first. Oh yes, also drink the isotonic drink so that your energy is restored." Sunday nodded.

After taking his medicine, Sunday rested his weak body.

"What time are we home?" Sunday asked Faris who was sitting on the couch playing her phone.

"We're not going home until you're cured of your area. It would be troublesome if you would often ask to stop to the toilet during the trip."

"After taking the medicine I will definitely be cured."

"Have not said much. Go to sleep, I'll wake up when it's time to go home."

"All right..." Sunday then closed his eyes hoping that the pain in his stomach would soon subside.

The room was quiet, Sunday squirming and seeing his body already covered. As she remembered, she did not wear a blanket. Look at the clock and he's wide-eyed, it's 1 in the morning. Faris was not on the couch. Maybe he went back to his room. Sunday is already in a sitting position leaning against the bed now.

"You're awake." Faris's voice suddenly came out of the bathroom.

"Let's go home."

"It's been too late. It is dangerous to drive at night. I'm sleepy anyway. That's not good for the driver sir, you know."

"But I promised my mom I'd only stay one night."

"Oh that, your mom called your phone and I told you she had diarrhea and was sleeping so I told her maybe you'd stay here for the night again."

"really?"

"Hm."

Sunday silence. His brain is thinking. Faris saw that.

"What are you thinking?" Ask Faris.

"So you've been in my room all this time?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's okay."

"You're afraid I'm doing something to you?"

"Yes." Yeah." Then Faris smiled wryly.

"I don't do it to people who sleep."

"Do what?"

"You think?" Faris asked back.

"What?" Sunday curious.

"What's? Your brain is really dirty."

"What doyou mean. You made me think no. I'm just asking for clarity, but you answered ambiguously. That's confusing." Sunday start sewot. Faris is getting anxious.

"Whatever you think. Obviously tonight we've spent the night together in one hotel room." Faris said as he glanced. Sunday shuddered at the word.

"Hey, don't say that. Or I'll hit you."

"Where can a boy as small as you hit a grown man like me."

"Babies? Adult men? You pedophile."

"Pedophile? What have I done to you?"

"You love to prank me."

"That's not a category of pedophiles. Or do you really want to get my real fedophile treatment?" Faris grinned.

"Heh, don't fuck around." Sunday shuffled from his original seat and pulled the blanket up to his chest. Faris began to approach him and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Not close. Go there to your room." The Sunday shaking.

"don't want. I want to be a pedophile."

"Hey, you're crazy."

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm a pedophile." Sunday shifted his body to the other side of the bed. Faris was still approaching him.

"W-what do you want to do?" Sunday was getting more horrified but Faris seemed to ignore it and got closer. Sunday had closed his eyes tightly when Faris was very close. But the next thing he felt was the palm of Faris' hand that touched his forehead and took off something there. Sunday blinked his eyes with an innocent expression. It's a habit to be confused.