Miss of Sunday

Watch out, Miss!

"Hi..." Sapa Faris's.

"Hi..." Balas Sunday's. Butterflies still fly as they please in their usual place.

After that it was quiet again. They just look at each other without saying a word. Enjoy each other's face. There is a longing that makes them only able to do that.

"For so long don't you meet, why are you so ugly." Celtap Faris later. Sunday immediately glared and then hit Faris' shoulder many times. Faris paused and then caught his hand.

"Yes yes already. It's true people say, telling the truth is sometimes painful." Faris looked at Sunday with her angelic smile.

"Honest of where? Your words contain a very cruel slander." Faris looked up at the sullen Sunday. She was happy to finally see the scene again. Sunday's round face is very cute and adorable when pouting. If the face of Sunday is a biscuit, it must have been eaten since.

"I miss you." Said Faris later. Sunday turned his face to hold the hue on his cheek. Hiding his happy smile. When he felt he could control himself, Sunday faced Faris again.

"Ehhmm.. uhhmm..." Sunday cleared his throat to disguise the rest of his smile.

"missed me? You didn't even call me at all. Is that what you call miss?"

"Mmm... Do you want me to sleep?"

"Of course I want to." Sahut Sunday instantaneously. Realizing his absurdity, Sunday covered his own mouth with his palm.

"I mean, long time no you, so I have no opponents arguing." Faris smiled at the wrong Sunday.

"Related as opposed to arguing?" Faris God.

"Yes of course, there's no you, so I'm often over-energized. I think I'll be obese soon because I'm wasting too little energy."

"You can be silly too. Where there is obesity due to excess energy." Faris laughs at the funny Sunday. Sunday is just a whimper.

"How can I miss you. Obviously you ignored my longing message back then." Mumbled Faris later.

"Message miss?" Sunday thought and finally remembered Faris' last message when he said he missed her. Sunday did not reply. But is it that important for Faris? It was just a message.

"So that's what kept you from telling me while you were there?"

"Yes, of course. Then why let me know that you don't even miss me."

"But I'm your boyfriend now, even if I'm just pretending." Sunday smiled mischievously as he said that as if insinuating Faris who usually likes to say that.

"What does it mean to be told because of missing out? Don't you want to know if I'm walking with someone other than you or not."

"You. Who do you walk with as long as I'm not around." Faris looked panicked and a little sorry why he did not contact her while in the Philippines. Sunday held back laughter. Faris was as possessive as that to him.

"Didn't the private detective you hired report to you?"

"You're this. Want to mess with me?" Realizing Sunday was just teasing him, Faris grew increasingly anxious and pinched both cheeks until Sunday complained.

"It hurts to know..." Complain Sunday after Faris took off the pinch on the cheek as soft as jelly.

"Mishew played me."

"I thought you wouldn't come back." Sunday fixed his seat on his motorcycle seat.

"Why think that?"

"Given your basket-eyed nature, you could have snagged a Filipino girl and been lazy to go home."

"Oh right, the girls there are all beautiful. I was confused as to which one was not beautiful. As far as the eye can see, there are only beautiful girls. If calculated, the number of beautiful girls among all the girl population, there are 98%, the rest are girls with ordinary levels. But if the 2% were here, they would be in the pretty girl category as well. So, you can imagine how much fun the men live there."

"Very unbelievable. Who in your eyes does not look beautiful. That's because your playboy mindset so your point of view is where there's a girl they're always pretty."

"Ahh, not really. I'm not that crazy. I can still judge that ugly girl's still around."

"Oh yeah? Really true?"

"Mmm. This is one of those ugly girls." Faris pointed to Sunday blatantly.

"Hey, are you sure you said I'm ugly? Sure you saw me right? Sure your eyes don't have a problem?" Sunday ruffled waist. Faris held back her laughter until her face turned red.

"I'm the one you're saying ugly like this just now someone revealed their love to me." Faris immediately stared at Sunday sharply. Aware of what he said, Sunday hurriedly shut his mouth again.

My God, why is my mouth so dirty today. Batin Sunday's.

"Revealing love? Who expressed love to you?" Faris is approaching Sunday. There was a glint in the corner of his eye.

"That's. I. just..." Sunday was stamped because confused how to.

"Ahh that... Gong Yo's. Yes Gong Yo declared her love to me."

"Who is he?" Faris' face suddenly stiffened.

"The Coffe Prince movie. You won't know. You don't like watching Korean dramas so I guarantee you won't know who she is." Sunday nervous.

"Hey, I'm as stupid as I am but at least I've never hallucinated as recklessly as you." Faris heads Sunday. Nyengir.

"It's just greening people's heads." Mumbled Sunday while stroking his forehead. Faris is back on his Toyota Rush. Secretly Sunday was relieved because Faris looked calmer with answers from Sunday.

Not to want to hide about Victor from Faris, just that Sunday did not want Faris will think to him. But even though Sunday told Faris that Victor told her love for him shouldn't matter. Because no matter how close they are, it's just a charade. They're just a pretend couple. They're not really tied to each other.

But still for Sunday it will be comfortable to stay like this. Faris had no idea what Victor felt for her. If you find out, Faris' possessive attitude will appear automatically. He's like he doesn't want his skit to be interrupted by anything just because someone is approaching Sunday. Faris always said that their theatrics should be as good and as neat as possible without the interference of any party. Be Sunday must keep it a secret so that he is not too bothered to be followed by him every to campus. Perhaps his freedom will be tarnished by his presence.

"When did you come by the way?"

"I just got home and came here."

Oh, that means what I saw wasn't Faris. Batin Sunday remembers he had felt cross paths with Faris. Lately it has been so often. Felt Faris was nearby but she wasn't. The curse is real. Sunday really felt Faris was always around.

"Then what's here so soon?"

"none. Just wanted to meet you. Want to make sure you're still ugly or as long as I leave you turn out to be a lot prettier."

"Hey, go home. I don't want any guests let alone you." Sunday encouraged Faris' body to get into his car. While Faris laughed out loud because it managed to make Sunday angry with his words.

"It's so bad of you. I'm not even welcome to enter from before."

"no need. People like you don't deserve to see you. Hurry home" Sunday pouted. Faris gnash is not playing.

"Yes. yeah. I was just kidding. Just get angry. You are so sensitive. Are you having PMS?" Faris God.

"PMS? You even know PMS? Are you a man or a man? I doubt you." Sunday sneering.

"Hey, you want to see I'm really a man?" Faris approached Sunday, stretching out her arms to embrace him. But as fast as lightning Sunday dodged.

"What are you going to do."

"Hugging you, so you know that I'm a normal guy who likes to make physical contact with the opposite sex. Or if it's still less convincing you can ask me to kiss it to be more accurate."

"What?!?! No!!!" Sunday shuddered in horror. Faris chuckles.

"Where do I want to kiss? On the cheeks, forehead or lips?"

"Hey.hush. What you said. That's disgusting." Sunday became wrong behavior mixed with horror imagining it happened.

"You're a real playboy."

"You doubt me yourself. You know, no playboy is gay." Faris then chuckled. Sunday confirmed Faris. But of course only in his heart. If he agrees to Faris' opinion, it will be big head.

"Alright, I've seen your ugly face too... Aww... " Not finished the sentence Faris, Sunday had hit his shoulder.

"sickness..." Complain Faris.

"Who told me to keep slandering me."

"OK, because I've seen your pretty, cute and adorable face..." Sunday was blushing when Faris said so. "I'm home now." Faris opened the car door.

"Make sure your phone is always on. Because I don't know when I want to hear your voice. Actually I still miss you and want to linger with you. But I'm on a lot of business so I have to go first."

"Yes, go immediately. I'm tired of seeing your face, too."

"Oh yeah? My handsome face makes you sick? I think you're lying. Very visible from your nose that increases 5 cm tall." Faris even teased him and smiled widely. And with that smile, she still looks beautiful.

"You know my nose is sharp from birth." Sunday pretend cuek.

"Cut into yes. Haha..." Sunday manyun.

"Yes I'm gone first. Look out, you're gonna miss me soon." Pamit Faris while stepping on his car gas. Sunday stuck out her tongue of disdain.

After waving and smiling his angel, Faris passed. Sunday still looked behind Faris' car from the front of his fence. His heart that was singing just now seemed to dim again. It still feels like lingering chatting with Faris.

Ehh, what am I thinking. With that narcissistic guy? Just be right. I'm just gonna hear the recognition all the time. I must have really eaten the curse. I'm really stupid. Sunday bows his own head.