Miss of Sunday

Dirty Brain

Faris' car is still driving. The rain has not stopped either. They were still chatting as usual. Talk about a lot of things. From their daily lives to domestic and foreign news.

Faris' phone rang. At first glance Sunday had seen the name of the caller on the screen of Faris' phone. Name of a woman.

Which girlfriend is again. Two days later, he got another girlfriend. Batin Sunday's.

"Hallo... Ja. When's? All right, we'll meet there. Tomorrow is noon. Okay." Okay." Faris decided on the phone.

"What's right, just arrived yesterday and today we have a new boyfriend." Sindir. Faris smiled widely.

"Jealous?" Tempted Faris again.

"OK, if you know you're going to be this confident, let's just say I never said anything."

Faris laughing. "This one was just yesterday I met. We're one plane. He was sitting right next to me. We talked a lot. And exchange numbers. Then tomorrow he wants to meet. Take me to lunch. How could I refuse a friend's invitation."

Faris always told his female friends to Sunday, who he said was not a girlfriend and only a friend. Until Sunday wonder, where maybe a man only had a girlfriend and never told his male friend. Sometimes Sunday felt there might be something wrong with Faris.

"Otherwise a girlfriend. I have memorized your behavior. " Synic Sunday.

"What attitude?" Faris pretended to be confused when she knew what Sunday meant.

"Basic playboy."

"Look at yourself, didn't I call him dulan, but he. I was just being friendly. Is that wrong? " Faris was still with his big smile.

"All right, whatever you say. Whatever I say won't give you any guidance."

Faris laughed out loud.

A phone goes back to Faris' phone.

"Where? Oh I know that place." Faris hung up the phone again. "We're going somewhere first." Take Faris still with a straight forward look.

"Where?"

"Rain is best to eat meatballs."

"Bakso?" Faris nodded and continued to drive her car across the highway.

The rain did not stop until they arrived at a restaurant. Faris picked up the umbrella she had placed behind her seat and went out to open the Sunday door.

The two of them entered the resto after folding the umbrella and placed it in front of the resto.

A woman waved at Faris at the table not far from them coming in. Faris walked up to the one followed by Sunday.

Basic, when I asked him to meet me. Ehh but, instead of saying that tomorrow he just met his new friend. Ahh, maybe they changed it to today.

You idiot, he could have met a girlfriend by taking me along too. Sunday was busy with his thoughts.

"I thought I'd be stuck raining here until tomorrow." The girl immediately greeted Faris.

"Why is it here? Alone?" Faris sat next to the girl. Sunday took a seat at the end of the table.

" My car was in the workshop and I was meeting with a client. Waiting for an online taxi but not knowing why my application was slow to ask for mercy."

"Ooo..." Faris. "By the way, there's no meatballs here?"

"Handering you. There is a meatball menu at this restaurant. All middle eastern food." Then the girl who turned out to be named Rima laughed.

Since the beginning of entering the Sunday resto was already suspicious of the name of the restaurant that uses the name arabian.

You stupid Faris. No analytical skills at all. Sundays.

"But the coffee here is delicious." Rima.

"Oh, well I'll order some coffee. What do you want?" The offer for Sunday.

"Tea is warm."

"I recommend rosella flower tea. Here's the champion's rose flower tea." Again, Rima recommended. And it looks like he has already memorized the ins and outs of this restaurant.

"Oh, I can."

Then Faris called a servant. And tell them their orders.

"Order your food too, Sun." Faris.

"No, I ate in the cafeteria." Refuse Sunday to lie. Actually he does not like middle eastern cuisine which is usually fatty according to him.

"No, thank you." Reject Sunday sungkan.

"Don't be ashamed of cats like that." Faris God. "This five was my friend since childhood. We're very familiar." Faris now embraces Rima.

Oh, so so it is. Faris likes to treat girls like that. The proof is with Rima as well. Batin Sunday's.

"Who is ashamed, I am not hungry." Sunday's explanation is a bit manyuning.

"Whh but, by the way, who is he, Ris?"

"Sunday, friend. Exactly my boss' son's on board."

"Oh yeah? Koq can know?" Rima curious.

" The story is long and long, the next time I tell it."

"Koq tumben I don't know this part of the story?" Rima was still curious and her tone was like full of probing.

"Stttt.. I'll tell you." Faris touched Rima's lips and kept her silent for a moment.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Sunday felt like a mosquito repellent. Burning alone for the sake of people nearby is not bitten by mosquitoes.

They just drink without eating. And after finishing each drink, they left the resto.

It turns out that Rima called Faris intended to ask for a pick-up because she did not immediately get an online taxi. And it just so happens that Faris is on the road so you can all go home together.

When Rima boarded Faris' car, Sunday who knew himself preferred to sit in the back so that Rima could sit in front with Faris. And sure enough, they were both very familiar. Of course, they were friends since childhood. Rima and Faris had a great conversation. Moreover, the new Faris came, making them have a lot of stories. Just like him and Faris.

The cold air and the speed of the vehicle make Sunday feel comfortable. Slowly but surely, his sleepiness was unbearable. And Sunday fell asleep.

A touch woke him up.

"Sun.. has arrived." Faris shook his shoulders. Sunday who rested his head on the headrest finally woke up. He opened his eyes and squirmed slowly.

"Where is Rima's sister?" Tanya Sunday who had not found Rima in the car.

"I've brought you home." Faris instead told Sunday to come down but instead sat next to him.

"You what?" Sunday stopped Faris with his hand as Faris brought her body closer.

"Detach your seatbelt. What do you think I want?" Faris sneered.

"No, it's okay." Sunday tidying up his front hair hides his shy face because he has been thinking about things.

"Basic dirty brain." Celtap Faris descends from the middle seat next to Sunday.

"Heh, it's delicious. Who's a dirty brain." Sunday's protest felt that Faris' speech was for him.

"You."

"No. Indiscriminately talking to people."

"So what was it?"

"I'm just wary if a playboy like you wants to fuck with me."

"True, that's what's on your mind."

"But it's just an instinct to protect yourself."

"Already, if the brain is dirty, the brain is dirty. No need to cover up."

They have now walked to the front porch of the Sunday house.

"Already, get in there, dirty brains." Tempted Faris while holding back her laughter. Looking at the panicked Sunday as he accused her of a dirty brain was delightful.

"Yes, I'm home, yeah, dirty brains." Faris headed Sunday's head and Sunday brusquely brushed him aside. "Go take a shower and make sure you wash your dirty brain to make it clean and free from dirty brains." Faris laughed as well finally after finishing her sentence. Then he turned his body and got into the car. Before his car left, he even muttered something with the language of his lips that read Sunday that Faris said, "Not dirty." Then go and laugh.

"Hey, I'm not a dirty brain". Irritated shouting. Then he went into his house.

Her mother was in the living room when Sunday came in. Surprised by his pouting attitude, his son questioned him while still sitting in front of the television.

"Why, Sun?"

"It's okay." Answer Sunday sok quiet.