Miss of Sunday

Roommate

Faris releases a compress plaster on Sunday's forehead. Then move out of place and towards the small, enclosed trash can in the corner of the room. Throw away the old Sunday compress plaster there. Sunday touched his forehead and felt fine.

"Why is there a compress on my forehead?"

"So you had a fever."

"Oh yeah? I feel like I'm okay."

"Your body is limp with a lack of fluids, that's what's causing you a little fever. I'm afraid your fever is getting high so I put your compress down."

"You... worry about me?" Sunday put on a serious face staring at Faris who was now sitting on the sofa. He was just kidding about the pedophile game. Sunday's heart rate is back to normal.

"I brought you here so I have to take responsibility for you. I've got to get you back in one piece, not scratched let alone broken."

"Hey, what do you think I am." Faris chuckles. His likeness turned out to offend Sunday.

"I'm glad you're back to looking fresh. I was so scared when you were warm and your lips were pale. I thought I would end up in the investigation room and have to face police interrogation for being a witness to your tragic death. Then tomorrow will be published news in the newspaper, tv or online news that there is a girl who died in a hotel room because of diarrhea caused by a bowl of meatballs with lots of sambal. It was also explained that it was done by the girl because after seeing her boyfriend chatting with other girls. It is a form of frustration and towards attempted suicide because of excessive jealousy." Faris held back a laugh as if reading the news.

"Let's continue." Sunday began to hold back anger. But Faris wanted to laugh more.

"Finally the girl's boyfriend explained that he was a nobody and only one of the guests at his brother's wedding received his friendly treatment. There's no relationship whatsoever. Finally the possessive girl understood and realized her misunderstanding and apologized and kissed her handsome, charming and kind boyfriend." Finally Faris laughed as well as reciting her narration. Sunday manyun.

"Narcissistic baseline. You think all girls think that about you?"

"of course. You see my unattractive side man?"

"Nothing interesting at all"

"You seem to need to be examined by an ophthalmologist."

"My eyes are fine."

"Then, maybe your brain is troubled and can't process the news sent by your eyes."

"My eyes are healthy too."

"That means most likely your soul is a problem."

"I'm not crazy either. You're the one who's supposed to need to see a psychiatrist for a consultation session for your narcissistic illness to get worse."

"I've said it's not just my authenticity but it's actually so."

"Basic, overconfidence." Sunday muttered his face. Faris smiled at jumawa.

"Ahh, I'm so sleepy." Faris pulled both her hands up while wriggling. He patted the sofa and laid down his body.

"Hey, don't sleep there." Prevent Sunday.

"Why?"

"You have your own room so sleep in your own."

"This is my room too. I paid the bill."

True too, Faris who paid the cost of staying at this hotel including Sunday rooms. Sunday seemed wrong.

"But you also have another room you can sleep in."

"Yes of course. And since I paid all the room fees so I'm free to sleep wherever I want."

"No. can't be. You. You said this is my room so I'm more entitled to sleep here."

"That's right. I'm not gonna let you sleep here either."

"That's not what I mean." Sunday seemed riled up, confused how to explain it to Faris.

"But I don't want to be in one room with you."

"Don't want a room? Then who will take care of you? You're sick."

"I'm fine. I'm fine."

"really? But you told me not to go."

Sunday glaring. Where could he have said that.

"Oh yeah? I said so?"

"Hm. You even held my hand so as not to leave you."

Sunday tried to remember if he did it right. Or it was just Faris's wits to lie to him. Sunday looked at Faris full of search. Faris looked innocent and did not look like she was working on it. Sunday was silent again. Trying to think hard about everything Faris said. Then in silence, Sunday remembered something...

Faris stuck the plaster onto his forehead. Sensing a cold sensation in his head, Sunday opened his eyes slowly. His head feels heavy.

"Sleep again. Everything's gonna be okay." Sunday heard Faris's shrill voice while plastering down the heat.

"Don't go." Sunday grabbed Faris' hand and held it.

"I'm not leaving."

"I'm afraid you're gone again."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be with you."

Sunday gasped remembering all of that. His heart was pounding irregularly. Face blushing. Faris looked at him in wonder.

"I feel so good now. So, sleep in your own room. I won't bother you anymore." Sunday tried to cover up his nervousness

"The problem isn't troublesome or not, but I'm in charge of you so I have to make sure you're really okay."

"It's okay, I'm healthy. I'm not heartburn anymore. I don't have a fever and I don't have diarrhea anymore."

"No, I'll stay here."

"Come on, go to your own room."

"No way."

"Come on." Now Sunday had gotten out of bed and pulled Faris' hand to get up from her seat.

"No, I have to be with you. You said you didn't want me to go anymore." Faris hid her smile by turning her face away.

Sunday suddenly blushed Faris saying that. How could he have said that to Faris. It really dropped his pride and made him lose face.

"I didn't say it right. I mean, I needed company. But because I'm okay now so I don't need friends."

"So so? Sweet to throw away? You are so cruel. Just use it when you need it."

"That's not it. but. ahh, you're this." Sunday stomped his feet in annoyance.

"All right, I'll go to your room." Sunday walked out. But a few moments later he came back.

"What's wrong?" Faris held back a laugh at the Sunday's behavior.

"Where's the key?"

"That's it, both are better."

"No. I don't want to."

"You beg me to prostrate, I won't give you the key. And we'll always be together tonight. So, just obey. Against me will be free." Faris grinned. Sunday is getting creepy.

"All right..." Sunday sat back on his bed. "I'll stay here. But make sure you never come near me." Sunday wears a blanket to cover his legs.

"Okay, I'm not going near you. But sometimes I like to walk while sleeping."

"Dreams running?"

"Hm." Sunday shuddered again.

"That's right. How do I know you're really shirking or just in mode." Sunday narrowed his eyes. Faris finally woke up to see Sunday is quite smart.

"All right, let's go to bed. We have 2 hours to sleep. When we wake up, we will go home. You said Monday you had lunch. About your apprenticeship, let it go first. Because at 8 we're not there yet."

"Yes..." Sunday admitted that Faris was meticulous so scheduled everything well.

Finally Sunday began to lay down his body. A few moments later, the lights were turned off. Sunday gurgaon.

"Why are the lights off?"

"Sleep is good in the dark for all our organs to rest to the maximum." It was clearly Faris who was back lying on the sofa.

"No. Turn it on again."

"You can turn on the lights on the nightstand."

"It can't light up an entire room."

"You're so weird. Why sleep in such a bright place." Finally Faris woke up and turned on the lights again.

"I'm afraid you're doing something weird to me."

"You're really a bad-minded hobby to me."

"You made me that."

"Oh yeah? When's? Which one?" Faris folded both of her hands in the chest.

"When, anywhere. You're a man and I'm a woman. In one room. That's very dangerous."

"Ahh, never mind. I don't want to argue anymore. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to bed. Please be in your fear. Anyway I'm sleeping." Faris covered her face with a cushion of spark plugs and after that there was no movement anymore. It seems like he's really asleep.

It now seems like Sunday can't sleep. The intensity of his sleep earlier made him no longer sleepy. All the time he just stared at the ceiling of the room while there was only the sound of the clock ticking.

Sunday tilted his body to the side and saw Faris's face-covering pillow fall off. He came down to get it. To take it he had to squat. Just then he was straight with Faris' face. His face was very peaceful. There was no naughty smile, no irritating flickering and no grin to frighten her.

But the most disturbing himself is even though sleeping Faris still looks charming. He was always handsome in all circumstances.

Suddenly his chest warmed up which felt it down to the stomach and gave the effect of butterflies flying again. After putting a pillow on Faris' side, he stood up. Wondering why he had been feeling this strange sensation lately.

Take your phone and start browsing on Google. Talk about his complaint. A moment later came a row of articles about what he was looking for. Sunday was awed by the content of the first article he read. Still not satisfied and maybe it was just a hoax, Sunday moved to another article whose contents are similar as well.

He really did not believe what he was reading. His body seemed to relax at once reading those articles.