Miss of Sunday

Virus Say Love

Sunday sat in front of a set of laboratory PCs. An antivirus is working in front of him. Computer scanning was a routine activity during his internship, in order to keep laboratory computers from viruses. But his eyes were not off his phone. Sunday looked at his picture and Faris. That photo is so sweet. The chemistry between the two is very strong.

Suddenly his chest rippled with the next was the butterfly effect coming again. Looking at the photo, Sunday felt a strange feeling. Happy and soothing. It was very comfortable to be close to Faris. Sunday the only child was happy to have a friend who was like a sister to him. But lately it's become a strange taste. The feeling that gives him happiness. The taste that makes it necessary for the figure of Faris. Either it's Faris who let Sunday need it or whatever. Sometimes Sunday is confused with the set of flavors themselves.

While still looking at his picture and Faris, a phone came in. From Faris.

"Yes.. hello..." Sunday lifted him up with a somewhat nervous feeling. The person he had just thought of just now had called instead.

"Where are you?"

"Campus, where else is."

"What time's it?"

"As usual."

"Sore?"

"Yes. What's up?"

"There's nothing." Faris' voice sounded calm.

"Alright, continue with your work." After that Faris hung up.

Whatisit? Just for that he called? Sunday. And after that the scanning task is complete.

There are no more internship assignments. That said Victor who today Sunday only needs to scan a laboratory PC. This good opportunity he used to open the laptop and start doing his job.

He plugs the flash into the USB port, opens the practicum module file. But, there was a foreign folder that made him feel strange. Open it and see there is a file in the form of Microsoft Word. Once opened, the contents are similar to poetry verses. Or maybe song lyrics? I don't know, but Sunday didn't recognize the file let alone its contents. Re-close that file. Maybe it's someone who borrowed his flash. A few days ago Suzan did borrow her flash, maybe it was hers that she had not removed.

Because it hasn't asked Suzan, so Sunday let it be there. Maybe Suzan needs it. Sunday returned to work.

"Ehhmm, um... " Someone's chuckling next to Sunday. Sunday turned and it was Victor.

"What are you doing?"

"Duty Brother." Cengengesan. "Do I have any other duties?"

"Oh no, I told you today your job is just scanning. So use your time only in the lab until your internship runs out."

"Good Brother."

"What tasks are you working on?"

"Duty of Ecommers, Brother."

"Need help?" Victor offered himself.

"No thank you, I've designed the system so just work on it."

"Well, if you need anything, ask me." Sunday nodded. Victor's back at his desk.

Victor is good, always offering help. But Sunday often feels bad if you have to always bother it. After all, he also needs to measure his ability by doing his own tasks and not rely on Victor's help.

Afternoon. Sunday walk to the parking lot. But he saw Faris sitting on his bike. His face was relaxed playing his phone. Sunday is approaching. Noticing the arrival of Sunday, Faris raised her face and threw a smile. Instantly the butterflies in the sky Sunday fly irregularly again. Sunday returned his smile somewhat stiff due to the sensation in his hull.

"Hi..." Sapa Faris's.

"What's wrong?"

"Waiting for you."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm going somewhere for the next two weeks."

"Where?"

"I have to follow the training to support my career as a sailor in the Philippines."

"Ooh..."

"Ooohhh?" Faris was not satisfied with Sunday's answer.

"What do you want?" Sunday ruffled waist.

"At least say you'll miss me as long as I'm not around."

"Hmmm.don't dream in the afternoon. It's not good for your health." Faris laughed at once.

"Alright. don't mess around as long as I'm not around. I'll keep an eye on you."

"Oh yeah? How-to? You're not here."

"I put up some cctv in the places you're at. I also hired a private detective to always follow you."

"It seems you've been watching too many movies." Faris giggles. Sunday pouting. How could anyone be as silly as Faris.

Faris had already paused her laughter, turning to look at Sunday fixed with the rest of her angelic smile. Sunday was wrong to look at it that way.

"I'm gonna miss you." Sunday's heart beat noisily hearing what Faris had told him.

"Every far from you feels excruciating." Continue Faris.

"A day not judging you it's like my body's all itchy." Then Faris laughed. Sunday hit his shoulder.

"You really are too. How could you be so mean to me."

"That's all I can do." Faris was still smiling.

"Truly you are..." Sunday almost hits him again but Faris' hand manages to catch him.

"Eventually if I love you won't either." Faris. Butterflies flying again and there filled the Sunday hull and this time made a warm effect on his face.

Next they just stared at each other. Faris just wanted to look at the old Sunday. Because after this he had to leave. His love for Sunday made him know what kind of days he would live for the next two weeks. He knows how far it feels from Sunday. Although it was only two weeks and not months as usual but his return this time was the time he and Sunday were much closer to each other. Of course it is because the skit with Sunday as a girlfriend so many reasons to be close together.

Sunday realized his hand was still in Faris's grasp and tried to release it again.

"Don't let go. You'll regret it later."

"Why?" Sunday knitted both his eyebrows.

"Because when I'm gone, you'll miss holding my hand."

"It's so lazy with you..." Sunday rolled his eyeballs but he still let Faris hold his hand.

A call came into Faris' cell phone.

"Yes, I'm in the parking lot." Then Faris hung up and put the phone back in her jeans pocket. Shortly after, a car approached the parking lot.

"All right, I'm leaving now."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Rightly now?"

"I told you that."

"I thought..."

"Why? Not ready to leave?" Faris.

"No, it's impossible. The sooner the better. I'm happy because for at least the next two weeks I don't need to get distracted from you. If it could be longer there it's more fun."

"really? You really won't miss me?"

"No."

"Yes, don't miss me. Watch out if you miss me."

"No way."

"Online cabs are waiting for me there, I have to go now." Sunday turned to the direction pointed Faris where the online taxi orders are parked.

"Good right here. Don't get close to any man. Remember, I hired a detective to keep an eye on you." Faris teased Sunday who just stuck out her tongue.

After lifting his backpack, Faris left Sunday. Sunday looked at Faris who was getting away. His heart felt empty. His feelings become empty. Why did that sense come suddenly, Sunday did not even understand. Faris online taxi leaves campus area. Sunday got on his bike and started to ride it also to go home.

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The canteen is crowded. Lunch is usually twice as crowded as normal hours. Sunday drink up to half his soft drink. The cold sensation he gulped gave his body a fresh taste this afternoon. In the laboratory there is a lecture. He also has no internship. So he just spent his time at lunch. A message came in on his phone.

Faris: have you missed me?

Sunday smiled wryly reading Faris' message.

Sunday: wash your face first

Faris : why?

Sunday: looks like you're delirious

Faris :😁

Faris, but I miss you

This time Sunday was silent. Don't know what to answer. Two days after Faris' departure, he contacted her this time. Maybe the class he took kept Faris busy.

"Dooorrrr!" Suddenly someone from behind surprised him. Sunday almost jumped. Suzan and Windy were behind him.

"This one." Sunday struck the shoulders of the two friends in turn. They just laughed at the startled pale face of Sunday.

"You're serious about it." Suzan was still with the rest of her laughter.

"Who are you chatting with? Seriously so." There was a teasing tone in Windy's tone of voice.

"Ah no, just browse some articles for practicum reports."

"Oh yeah? I saw you open the Whatsapp app." Windy sneered.

"Oh it's just seeing some messages from the chat group."

"really? Even if it's from your boyfriend, it's okay." This time Suzan was introgating.

"No..." Sunday was nervous they knew he was chatting with Faris. Maybe they tease Sunday to pardon.

"Oh yeah, your files are left on my flash drive." Sunday tried to distract.

"What file?"

"Poetry file." Sunday drink again.

"Poetry?" Suzan looked at Sunday.

"Yes, you borrowed my flash. Isn't that your file? I didn't expect you to have the talent of being a poet either."

"Hey, who's the poet and what file? I don't understand."

"I think it's yours."

"Let's see."

Sunday took the laptop in his bag and pressed the power button. Once the laptop is on, Sunday inserts the flash.

There's nothing the word can't describe when we're both. Only I can ask, could you possibly know the answer? The night was a witness, we were both among the unspoken words. Hope time brings courage to come and bring answers. Could it be that we have a chance to make a promise not to part forever?

"I think I once knew these words. It looks like the lyrics to a song." Windy guessed while remembering.

"really? Whose song? What's title?" Sunday began to wonder.

"Obviously this isn't my file. I don't even know that song." Suzan took her eyes off the Sunday laptop.

"Who left this file?" Sunday thought.

"Other than me, who else has ever borrowed your flash?"

"It looks like yesterday Rino copied a practicum module from my flasdisk. Doni also borrowed my flash drive during the demo project. Oh yes, Victor also when to borrow to back up the master program."

"Well, it belongs to one of them." Suzan concluded.

"Yes, it could be." Sunday answered.

"And it looks like the file was intentionally left for you to intentionally read." Search Windy.

"Koq can?" Confused sunday.

"From the reason you've revealed why they borrowed the flash, there's no reason for them to copy the file through your flash drive. I'm sure it's a veiled message." Windy did the analysis.

"Covert message?" Sunday still did not understand what the message was.

"It's possible that some of them have expressed their feelings for you in secret."

"Ahh, you're this. That's not possible. You're reading too much into detective Conan's comics."

"Hey, this is just my analysis. But it's possible that could happen."

"Rino and I aren't as close to liking each other. Doni is also Mita's boyfriend. Victor's? He's even the one who's indifferent to me. We were friends and never more than that. So, that's not possible. It must have been accidentally pasted but forgot it hasn't been removed."

"Whatever. It could have happened." Windy shrugged his shoulders.

But Sunday was also plagued with that file. Especially who's.

"Don't it be a new virus? Virus says love..." Suzan's chirps suddenly that followed Sunday and Windy laughed together.