Miss of Sunday

Butterflies In The Stomach

Finally Faris had to get a night of sleep in 2 hours and then immediately took Sunday home after hearing his confession that he really felt better from his diarrhea. Before sunrise they started to leave the hotel.

During the trip they did not talk much. Though it should be at a time like this Sunday many invite Faris to chat so that his sleepiness can be completely lost. But his heart was still too busy. I still remember what he was really going through. The explanation from Google about the butterfly in his stomach was quite draining his mind.

Why is there a butterfly sensation in her stomach? The answer he got, almost all articles explained that it is closely related to thoughts, feelings and digestion. That is when the brain, hormones and all parts of the body support it compactly to create that sensation. Sunday grew increasingly panicked when all he felt was conical to a conclusion at the initial symptoms of attraction to the opposite sex. The bottom line is a sensation that is commonly felt by people who are in love.

In love? Falling in love is like this. Why does it feel so foreign and like the first new one he feels? Didn't he also stated that he also fell in love with Revan. But why doesn't he feel like this? Or.. lest it be because it's long gone so Sunday forgets the taste? Falling in love with Revan?

Unconsciously Sunday exhaled loudly. He was too frustrated with his mind. How could he who had pledged not to like someone with the profession of sailor was secretly detected showing symptoms of falling in love with Faris. That's really annoying. Sunday had to deny it happened because he had to be consistent with his pledge. He should not be unstable let alone lose just because of the feelings he feels at this time.

No.. No. Maybe this is just a momentary feeling. Because I was in the role of his girlfriend that caused me to feel these sensations. I'm just a baper. I was too deep into my role. Ahh, I always put totality first. Then Sunday, his own smile found awareness of the feelings he felt. Faris who knew that was a wonder.

"Hey, why are you smiling like that?" Celtap Faris.

"Ahh, it's okay." Sunday hurriedly replied before Faris was suspicious of him.

"really? Did your diarem go up to your brain causing a little disturbance in your head?"

"Hey, you mean I'm crazy?" Sunday looked at Faris sharply.

"I didn't say that." Faris held back a laugh.

"I know, that's what you mean. I can even read your mind now."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, I can read it very clearly if you're saying I'm crazy."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"You are so easy to guess."

"You sure you can guess me?"

"of course. I've been your friend for a long time. I'm a little bit starting to know your nature."

"Then, guess who the girl I like is right now?" Sunday immediately flinched as he did not expect Faris to give such a guess. Then he seemed to think. He already said he could read Faris' mind, so he had to do a little analysis to know about who Faris was like. In general, girls who are close to Faris are too much and all get sweet treatment from her too.

"Who? You said you could read my head?"

"Ehhmm..." Sunday cleared his throat for a bit of stalling so that he could longer determine roughly who the girl Faris liked.

"Who?" Urge Faris with a smile.

"Mery. I know you like Mery. It would be stupid if you didn't like Mery. She was beautiful, rich, a doctor so there was no reason for any man to dislike her. Just an idiot who's not interested in Mery." Sunday began to argue with little emphasis and 'threats'. By that someone Sunday meant would feel intimidated that he was a fool if he didn't like Mery. So, at least in order not to be considered an idiot Faris will admit that he really likes Mery.

"Wow, your guess is correct." Faris smiled. But this time Sunday did not like Faris' smile. I don't know why.

"Huh, that's my guess." Sunday tried to smile too.

"But I like Mery just to like it. Like you said, no man can resist Mery. I am the same. It's just not what I mean by my love."

"Not that? Meanin?"

"I like a girl but I like her not because of her physical appearance. Not because he is rich or not. Not anything that's on him."

"Then, how can you like someone without any background? For no apparent or specific reason."

"That's what I feel. I like it but I'm confused what makes me like it. When I look at him, I don't want him to leave. When she smiled I was completely glared at her charm. I like everything that's on him even if it's not specific. I'm always happy whenever I'm with him and I want to be with him. I miss him often. And even when I look at him I miss him."

"You're so weird. You've looked at her, you're still missing." Sunday laughed because he thought what Faris felt was really ridiculous.

"Yes, that's how I feel about her. He was a real opium to me. Moreover, she is not a girl that I approach easily. It often frustrates me a little."

"really? You can't get close to a girl? Is your charm fading? Have you forgotten the spell of picking up girls? Or your pellets need to be upgraded?" Sunday laughs.

"That's good for you." Answer Sunday in a somewhat upset tone. Faris is too narcissistic.

"Why is that good?"

"Of course, so you can try to get a little."

"You think that's like that?"

"Yes. That way when you really get it later, you'll be more trying to keep it. Not like the other girls you easily walk with."

"Oohh, that makes sense." Faris nodded her head while continuing to look ahead. Watching the streets start to get crowded. The sun began to rise slowly but surely.

"I think he deliberately tested you by playing hard to get. That way he'll know how far you really like him."

"Is that so?"

"Mmmm..."

"I didn't think you were a genius this time. Does that diarrhea drug have side effects on your brain, too."

"Hey, stop discussing diarrhea and the brain. It's all obviously unrelated." Faris laughed in detention. Sunday pouting.

But Faris likes to see Sunday pout. I don't know why. Indeed, everything on Sunday is an attraction for him. Whatever Sunday does can make him feel good. Not only his smile and laughter, even his anger and frown also made Faris prefer it.

"By the way, who's that girl? Who's that poor girl you like?"

"Poor girl?" Faris looked at Sunday in surprise while signaling an explanation.

"Yes, I'm so sorry about the girl you like. He's liked by a playboy like you. Other than her, you like other girls too."

"No, you're wrong. I like it in a different way. I feel like I'm really in love with him."

"Well, I can hardly believe it. You you? Really in love? You sure?" Sunday looked at him with a big smile.

"Why? What's wrong when someone falls in love?"

"No, not wrong. But hearing your confession I'm a little surprised." Sunday looked at Faris.

"I think a guy like you would just love to walk around and change girlfriends even without going through the process of falling in love first." Sunday giggling.

"Ahh, you're this. I'm not a robot. I also have feelings and can fall in love too." Faris pouted by Sunday's accusations.

"I've said many times I've never dated and the girls. I'm just friends with them."

"Friend but make fun?" Sunday Cibir.

"Physical contact with a friend is sometimes necessary for a closer friendship."

"Omong empty. You're the smartest at making excuses." Sunday threw his face out of the car window. Faris.

"Hey, you haven't answered me yet. Who's the girl that made you fall in love?" Sunday was a little curious. It's true that the playboy Faris can really fall in love. Isn't it his custom to walk with girls and it's without the label of love.

"You really want to know?"

"Hmmm..."

"You said you could read my mind."

"Ahh no. I'm just giving up. Too many girls around you. I don't know them one by one either."

"Is that?" Faris smiled widely.

"He's... She is..."