Miss of Sunday

Stupid People

If you had to say who the stupidest person in the world is today, Sunday would loudly say it was HIM. How could Faris play him and he did not know but even supported all his instructions.

"absolutely stupid. You're so stupid, Sunday. You're bodooooh..." Sunday screaming in the quiet streets. He just wants to let go of his frustration. Upset at Faris who seduced him. He was so upset at his stupid self.

When he arrived in front of his house, the gate opened. Looks like there's a guest. A car was parked in front of the fence. Sunday wondered who owned the white Pajero Sport. After parking the bike, Sunday entered the house with slow steps. She knew her mother was talking to someone. Actually men. It sounds from his voice.

"Sunday.. Come here..." His mother waved her hand giving him a gesture to get closer. In front of him sat a tall man rather fat but clean skinned. Sunday did not know the man.

"It's Rudi's, Mama's college friend first." Sunday took the initiative to shake his hand by extending a hand.

"Are you really Ana's daughter?" Ask Om Rudi with a big smile.

"Yes, Om." Sunday frowned while smiling wryly.

"How could you be so much prettier than your Mama." Candanya.

"Where is it possible? It's obvious that her pretty face inherited my face." Mama Sunday.

"Your mother never changed. From then until now he likes narcissism." Sunday laughed and watched the two old men.

"All right, I'm going in first, Om. Please continue to talk."

"Oh yeah, I have to go home too."

"Why is it in a hurry, Om?"

"Day has started at night. Old eyes like trouble driving in the dark."

"But also when you are old." Cibir Mama Sunday's.

"It's better to be self-conscious than not know yourself."

"Hey, who doesn't know themselves?"

"Stop that..." Om Rudi put on a face pretending not to know. What she meant was Mama Sunday. From there Sunday knew as familiar as what Mama and Om Rudi.

"It's Sunday, I go home first. Oh yes An, don't forget to send me the numbers of other friends. I'm waiting for."

"Siapp, sir." Mama Ana salutes the soldiers to Rudi. And smile at him.

Om Rudi has left his house. It's time for Sunday to interrogate her mother. Sunday habits if there are men who come to visit.

"So, who's Rudi, Ma?"

"Don't I tell you she's Mama's college friend."

"Yes, but my mom graduated college for a long time."

"Then why are we still friends."

"That's not what I want to know." Sunday followed her mother who entered the living room.

"Then what?"

"How can you be together again?"

"Oh, yesterday mom met him at school. It just so happens that he's a project manager at a software company that makes information systems at school."

"Then did Mom invite him home?" Goda Sunday's.

"Is he single?"

"Hey. What do you mean Mama invited him. He himself wanted to come. We used to be best friends so what's wrong with coming home."

"There is nothing wrong, but it would be great if Rudi was a widower or even a virgin." Sunday giggling. Yeah, he can't look sad. The problem was only with Faris, so with others she should not look pathetic.

"Mama didn't ask him that. Let him be single, double or triple."

"Ahh Mama."

"Who's a friend of Mama's who didn't. All my male friends you said kece."

"Mama's time doesn't know. I'd like Mama to date one of them."

"Mama doesn't want to. Mom likes to be single. I am single and very happy." Mama Sunday sang a song.

That's mommy. Always do not want every Sunday to seduce to marry again. Feeling unheeded by her mother who began watching soap operas, Sunday entered her room. Put down his sling bag and sit on the desk chair. Sunday exhaled heavily considering the incident earlier this afternoon.

Why does it feel like this to be a fool. Inner Sunday while bowing his face at the study table.

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"Sun, have you finished installing it?" Ask Beni at her desk. Sunday did not respond. He's still got a chin.

"Sun's... Sunday..." Repeat Beni.

"Oh, yes Ris..."

"Riss?" Beni repeated the word Sunday ensuring his hearing.

"Oh I mean, yes Brother." Sunday cursed himself why the coming out was the greeting of Faris' name. He must have been cursed to remember that name on and on. Since that day Sunday has ignored messages and calls from Faris. Even the arrival of Faris to his house was rejected. He had to persuade his mother to lie that he was not home. When he went to college he avoided it. Leave it alone and do not respond to his explanation. For Sunday, it was enough for Faris to lie and play with him.

"Have you finished installing?"

"Oh this..." It turns out that Sunday has not clicked the next button to complete the installation.

"Yet, brother. In a minute." He pressed the next button with the mouse in his hand.

"How long is it?"

"I haven't buttoned the next one for the installation." Sunday chuckles.

Installation process is complete. Sunday told Beni to go home. It's four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the hallway leading to the Sunday engineering faculty exit saw Victor walking towards him. Honestly Sunday was always uncomfortable meeting Victor. He felt indebted every time he met her. Every Sunday wants to say the answer Victor always avoids and postpone it on the pretext of Sunday should not rush to answer. He will wait for Sunday. It makes it feel like it has its own burden.

Victor is getting closer. Sunday's anxiety comes again.

"Hi Sun."

"Yes sir."

"Will you go home?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You want to go home together?"

"I brought a motorbike, sir." Sunday has always been a formal every time Victor meets since he became his lecturer.

"Ohh. I want to eat fried rice near your house."

"Oh please sir, this hour has started to open like it."

"But I want to go there with you."

"Why? You already know the place."

"So we can have a close conversation like we used to. Between Sunday and Victor who's a laborer, not a lecturer." Then Victor laughed. Sunday smiled wryly.

"Sir Victor is there." Sunday threw her smile again.

"Oh yes, I have to go home, sir. Excuse me..."

"I want to go home too." Victor spelled out the steps Sunday. On the way to the Sunday parking lot had a glance at Victor. With a light blue plain shirt and long sleeves that were carelessly folded up to the elbow, Victor looked different. His face that was used to being quiet made his charisma slightly formed. And he heard that since becoming a lecturer, Victor became popular among students, especially new students.

Evidently this afternoon they had crossed paths with two students whose faces still look cute and sweet greeting Victor with a look of admiration. After he passed, he heard the two students whispering to each other.

"You know, Mr. Victor, this looks like Nam Joo Hyuk."

"Yes, I think so."

Sunday was amused and wanted to laugh listening to that. He believes Victor must have heard it with such a loud volume of whispers.

Suzan says Victor looks like Gong Yo but the two students say he looks more like Nam Joo Hyuk. But according to Sunday the eyes of the two students just now seemed healthier. It's true that Victor looks a bit like Nam Joo Hyuk. What is because of his haircut that resembles Nam Joo Hyuk when he played the god Habaek in the film The Bride Of Habaek so Victor somewhat similar to him. Because of being friends with Suzan, Sunday became aware of several Korean actors. But if you look at Victor's face can be categorized as handsome. So it is appropriate that many students start to take into account when he became a lecturer because they meet face to face more often.

Sunday was still walking next to Victor when his left leg slipped on the wet floor of the front porch of the faculty loby after the rain. But quickly respond Victor grabbed Sunday and keep his balance so as not to fall. That way, inevitably Sunday must be in the arms of Victor. Realizing that, Sunday hurriedly released herself from Victor's embrace.

"Sorry..." Sunday was a little nervous.

"Sorry for what?"

"Oh, I mean thank you for helping me not to fall."

"It's okay." Victor smiled at Sunday. Then they continued walking towards the parking lot. Not far from where Sunday walked someone called him. Farisian.

Whether this is the arrival of Faris to the campus, as much as Sunday did not pay attention. But this time he had to make Faris stop doing that.

"What else is it?"

"We need to talk."

"What else to talk about? We don't have to talk about anything."

"Listen to me, Sun. I beg. I never meant to make you angry." Either this is Faris' explanation several times. He really wanted to make Sunday believe in him.

"I don't need your explanation for that anymore. You can't understand what it's like to be me."

"I knew. I know how you feel. That's why I want to ask you for time to explain things to you."

"It is not necessary. I'm easy you fooled, but now I'm not that stupid anymore. So, let's not see each other again. I'm not the girl who's fit to be your friend let alone your girlfriend. Because I already have a boyfriend." Said Sunday and it made Faris and Victor who had seen them arguing so shocked.

A boyfriend? Wh who? Victor who heard that was quite curious. He used to think Sunday was dating Faris. But then Sunday said Faris was just a friend. Then now he told Faris that he had a girlfriend. Victor did not expect Sunday to be that popular. Increase his rival.

"Who?"

"You don't need to know."

"I need to know what kind of man your boyfriend is."

"Why? Want to compare yourself? He's definitely not a sly person like you." The eyes of Sunday began to pacify the water.

"Who's the guy?" Faris looked angry now.

"He." Appoint Sunday to Victor who is standing not far from where they are.

Victor, who had been waiting for Sunday, gasped to hear Sunday say that he was Sunday's girlfriend.

Did I not hear wrong? Sunday said I was his girlfriend? Is this the answer he wanted to tell me since yesterday? Is he really accepting my love? Victor's face suddenly sumringah.

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**Goodnight Brother...

Happy Eid Day 1441 H. If I have a mistake whether the UP is old or the UP can not be much, or the story is less interesting or... what else? Mmm... 🤔 pokonya if my novel is not as expected Brother Sister all, please forgive ya 😊

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