Miss of Sunday

Curses

Sunday's bedroom door is knocked.

"Yes ma..." Answer Sunday from his room. He stopped his hand drawing the flow chart system diagram.

"Someone's looking for you." Mama Sunday came out the door.

"Who?"

"Victor."

"Victor?" Sunday was a little wonder why Victor came looking for him.

"All right, I'm going out to meet him." After that mama Sunday continued watching her favorite soap opera.

Sunday out where Victor sat on the terrace.

"What's up, brother?" Sunday sat in the seat opposite Victor.

"This is your practicum module." Victor handed me a book in volumes.

"Oh lagging. I just realized it." Sunday cengengesan realized his own carelessness.

"Thank you, Brother."

"Together."

"Sister just got home?"

"Yes, the meeting's just over."

"Oh the meeting about the laboratory update yes."

"Yes that way, but not the whole update. Just replacing a few frequently fussy PCs."

"Aren't you interested in being a lecturer?" Tanya Sunday prank.

"No. Too tied and the clock is uncertain. I'd rather be a laborer. Relax and do not have to be in direct contact with many people. If I become a lecturer I have to be busy with student affairs and so on and so forth. That must be very energy draining."

"Oohh, that's it."

"I think Big Brother is very capable if he becomes a lecturer."

"really?" Sunday nodded.

"If a student were to say that, it seems like I would think about it again." Victor smiled then.

Shortly after, Victor decided to go home. But previously he had asked why Sunday why he advised himself to become a lecturer.

"I think with Brother's ability about programming and everything related to that it's a pity if only in the laboratory. Brother must channel the ability to others." Victor nodded in understanding.

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A tone came out of Sunday's phone. He glanced at his phone. Continuing to type the practicum report until he finished one new sentence he reached for the phone next to him.

Windy: that's a shady umbrella song - just the two of you

Sunday understood Windy's intentions. It turns out that the verse in the Sunday flash is a song verse of Umbrella Teduh whose title is Both Only.

A moment later Sunday opened youtube and searched for the song. After meeting and turning it.

"She's the song too." Mumbled Sunday while listening to the song. Not enough to play it on youtube, Sunday finally download it and play it repeatedly. Trying to digest every song.

It is indeed about the secret expression of love feelings from a secret devotee. But whose folder contains the lyrics of that song? Sunday was a little curious though he wasn't sure it was aimed at him. Because he didn't feel special to have a secret devotee.

Suddenly he remembered Faris. He had been in the Philippines for a few days but had only messaged him once. It seems like he's been busy. Usually, something is done for him every day. Either send a message or suddenly come to see him. There is always a rush to disrupt Sunday. Long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-long-.

"Ehh, I must be crazy to miss him." Sunday patted his own eel.

"That's not a miss. It's just a habit. So if not colonized and not disturbed Faris it feels strange. Yes this strange taste is not a longing but just a taste of the side effects of habit cessation." Sunday tried to improve his way of thinking.

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Suzan stirred up the meatballs, adding supporting herbs to it. Saos, soy sauce, lime and a little sambel. Windy was also the same, busy concocting meatballs based on his taste. Sunday was silent. Last time he ate meatballs at the wedding of Dian, Faris' cousin. Because adding too much sambel and then he had diarrhea. From there, he finds out how much Faris cares for him. It even took good care of it when Sunday was almost running out of fluids. Faris was very alert, so his friends said. And that's true. Unable to see Sunday limp, he went to buy a number of drugs & isotonic drinks so that Sunday's condition could recover quickly.

"Sun.. Have you stopped liking meatballs?" Suzan nudged his arm.

"Ehh, what?" Sunday was conscious of his mind.

"You were dumb from earlier. If you don't want meatballs, here give it to me." Suzan is ready to lift the meatball bowl in front of Sunday.

"Eits, what are you doing?"

"Rather than this sweet meatball left cold helpless." Suzan began to wear personification.

"That doesn't mean I don't want to. I'm just waiting for it to get cold." Sunday reasoned. Windy who saw his two friends like that just shook his head lazily and continued to enjoy the meatballs.

Sunday finally began to eat the meatballs.

"Don't you flush the sauce first, Sun?" Windy was surprised by Sunday who immediately scooped his meat without membimbui first ala himself which is usually without soy sauce, without sausage but sambalnya super much.

"No, I'm on a diet."

"Diets? What diet?"

"Why doesn't that meatball taste like it used to?" Sunday as they return to campus for their next class.

"Then anyway? No really. It feels the same, it doesn't change." Answer Suzan.

"How to be the same. Today you ate the original meatballs without the sauce. It must have felt different for you."

"Oh yeah..." Cengengesan.

"Tumben does not use sambel. Repenting to be queen of sambel?" Windy.

"Emm.. no, it's just that I'm out of diarrhea so it's still a bit of a sambel eating trauma."

"You? Diarrhea? Tumben?" Suzan instead looked at Sunday in wonder.

"One bowl of meatballs versus one bowl of sambel." Sunday grimacing.

"You're crazy. How your gut doesn't protest, you're so mean to her." Windy rolled his eyeballs. Sunday chuckles.

"If you want to kill yourself, don't use sambel. It's too torturous and too slow to kill you." Windy added. Sunday pushed Windy to the sign of protest. Windy staggered forward but then laughed seeing Sunday fold his face like that.

"I didn't mean to kill myself. I just need to eat as much sambel as possible."

"Oh I know, that's your habit when you're angry. Who made you angry? Let me handle it. Yes, Suz." Suzan who drank the mineral water beside her so that the water spilled over her face and clothes because Windy nudged her shoulder earlier. Momentary silence. Windy turned his head and saw Suzan whose front clothes were soaking wet.

"Windyyyyyyy..." Seeing the furious Suzan had been made soaking wet like that, Windy ran first and followed Suzan who was chasing after her. Sunday laughs. Seeing that his feelings seemed to lighten up a little.

Yes, since yesterday Sunday felt heavy feeling for some reason. He also felt less excited. The day feels so ordinary and ordinary. Not like the days before.

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It's afternoon. Sunday came home from college riding his motorcycle. Through a crowded highway. Along with the workers who came home too. Coincidentally to get to his house from campus, Sunday had to pass through several factories and such hours were the hours of return of his employees.

He passed the ice cream shop where he usually hangs out. Slowly he wanted to stop by to enjoy the ice. Who knows, an ice-puter can make her more excited. Usually sweet foods always manage to pump back their energy.

Sunday ordered his favorite durian-flavored ice puter. The first feed, he saw next to him a couple chatting with ice cream at his desk. They may be lovers or they may become lovers. Seen their faces that harrumphed shyly while chuckling while chatting. So sweet.

Faris what are you doing? Why didn't he call again? It's been over a week. Is he that busy?

Seeing the couple, he immediately remembered Faris. Like there is less indeed because Faris did not also preach anything. He must be very busy.

Today durian ice puter which is usually delicious also tastes ordinary. Sunday ran his motorcycle out of the parking area of the ice cream shop and rushed home. Dusk is decreasing. The streets are still crowded with the remains of factory employees returning home from where they work. Many motorists still wear their work uniforms.

Arriving in front of the alley of his house smelled the aroma of fried rice subscription. He remembered Faris who loved to eat fried rice here. Sometimes far from his home taken within an hour drive just to order a serving of fried rice.

Finally he stopped the bike again and ordered two servings of fried rice for him and for his mother. He ordered to take her home so she could eat with her mother. After the order was completed, he went straight home.

"Ma. let's eat." Sundays when entering the house. Her mother in the room opened the door.

"eat? Come straight to eat." Mother's surprised.

"I'm so hungry." Sunday did not respond to her mother's comments and headed straight for the bathroom to wash her feet. Then go to the kitchen sink to wash his hands with soap.

"Hey, take a shower first. You stink so much."

"Eat first, Ma. I'm so hungry." Without even opening the package of fried rice. He stuck it in his mouth and chewed. Her mother sat next to her and ate too.

"Ma, today the fried rice is not as usual huh?"

"Not as usual how?"

"Less shady as it feels."

"Enak. Just like always."

"Less shady, Ma."

"If it's less shady, here let Mama kick you." Mama giggles.

"Ahh, mom..." Sunday wrapped up the rest of his fried rice and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Lack of good, less of a shindig? It's delicious." Her mother scooped again and continued eating regardless of Sunday.

"She was hungry but this was not spent. You weird kid."

After the shower, Sunday went to her room. Her mother finished eating and went back into her room. Surely his mother is meditating on working on the RPP report again.

Today his mind was filled with Faris. I don't know why Faris is like sticking to his brain. Run around here. Circling non-stop.

"Not tired of what he's been in my head all day. I'm tired of always remembering him." Complain Sunday while hugging her roll.

"Eh but, why do I keep thinking about it? I have no interest whatsoever in thinking about it. I also have no obligation to always remember him. Ahh, I seem to have gone crazy. Could it be because he cursed me? Well, he's really evil already cursing me this much. Wait till he gets home. I'll finish him already cursing me to remember him constantly." Sunday then got up to his desk. Take his practicum module and start working on his report again.

Sunday began to organize the study, took out laptops, guidebooks and did not forget the modules. Because the table is not so wide all so crowded on it. Finally because of the guidebook shift, the practicum module book fell. Sunday picked it up. But one of the pages is open. And there's a piece of paper. Sunday read the contents.

If our love isn't created, I just want to understand. Do I stop in your heart? And, when do you know, you're the one in my heart? You in my heart, am I in your heart?

It's Maliq & D'Essential. Untitled. Who put this record here? Sunday thought.

"Oh my God, Victor?"