Miss of Sunday

Go away

"He. Victor's. He's my girlfriend now. So don't come and look for me anymore because I can't have any relationship with you." Victor who heard that sentence suddenly gasped. Faris turned her eyes to Victor. But Faris said no more, Sunday had grabbed Victor's arm, grabbed him and walked away from Faris. Sunday walks to where Victor's car is parked. Sunday's tears also spilled upon entering Victor's car. Victor thrust a tissue at him. But Sunday only grasped and did not use it. Sunday was still crying when it started raining. He looked out of the car. Then look at where Faris was standing. He was a little relieved that Faris was no longer there. That means he's not in the rain either.

Sunday leaned his head on the headrest and then after a moment of crying, Sunday looked at Victor who had been silent next to him. Not saying anything to her and just letting Sunday settle for crying.

"Thank you." Sunday returned the tissue box to Victor.

"I'll take you home." Victor.

"No, I'm going home on a motorcycle."

"But it's raining."

"It's okay I have a raincoat." Sunday opened Victor's car door and then went through the rain and approached his motorbike in the parking lot. Victor looked at Sunday who was running away from his car.

Sunday let himself get wet with rain. The melted tears on her cheeks were disguised by the rain that hit her face. The rain still falls. His feelings are mixed. His disappointment with Faris controlled him.

But somehow there was a strange feeling when he said he had to end his friendship with Faris. The taste that is difficult to define.

The rain is still pouring. Sundays that don't wear raincoats keep driving. No matter her body was soaked, no matter her body was cold. He just wanted to keep walking and disguise his puddles. One thing he doesn't understand, why finding Faris's lie hurts so much.

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The Sunday morning is hot. Throat's dry. He intended to get out of bed but his mother opened the door to his room.

"Where are you going?" Her mother hurriedly grabbed the body of Sunday who wanted to leave her place lying down.

"I want a drink."

"Let me get it, you just sleep." Sunday, and lay back. Not long after, his mother came in with a glass of water. Give it to Sunday. After drinking it again, he went back to sleep. His mother put the blanket back on. Didn't wake her up even though today isn't a holiday. Mama knew after the rain yesterday Sunday so not feeling well.

Sunday felt a cold hand touch his forehead. Eyes open.

"You. I hate you. Why do you still dare to see me. I hate you so much. I'm disappointed in you. You're that bad to me. You said you loved me, but you played me. I don't want to see you again. I hate you." Sunday scolded Faris all out. Despite a weak body and hoarse voice and tears that melted in the corner of his eyes, Sunday still tried to express his disappointment to Faris who sat at his bedside. Faris simply stroked his forehead Sunday and wiped his tears, not saying anything. Then Sunday felt only his wet eyes felt heavy so he went back to sleep. Side effects of drugs purchased by his mother in the pharmacy did make Sunday in order to rest well.

But it felt like he had just closed his eyes for a moment like there was still movement on the edge of his bed. Sunday opened my eyes.

"Sister Victor?" Sunday knitted his forehead.

"Why can it rain. You said you had a raincoat, but why didn't you wear one?"

"I'm in a hurry, brother." Answer Sunday lirih.

"Now you're sick." Victor grumbled anxiously.

"Son't you been here long?"

"Lumayan."

Actually, Sunday was curious about what he experienced just now. He felt that the one who came was Faris but why then he saw Victor?

What was that dream? Or am I just hallucinating? What I saw was Faris, but it was actually Victor. Think Sunday.

"Hey, add the bellow."

"Ah no, I just feel a little unwell."

"Little? Your mama said you haven't been out of bed all day."

"My mother overestimated."

"Here, rest."

Sunday wakes up and picks up his cell phone at his desk. Victor can only see that. Sunday appeared to be tinkering with a cell phone after seeing a clock on the wall of his room. At 3pm.

"Hallo Brother. Sorry I didn't come here today for an internship. I'm not feeling well. Yes thank you, brother." After calling Beni, Sunday saw a message on his phone, mostly from Suzan and Windy. They also called Sunday many times. Sunday also replied to their message. But only a message was sent, two of his friends had appeared from the door of his room.

"What's up, Suz?" Ask Windy. Suzan told with her gesture.

"Sorry, don't know if Victor's here." Sunday who saw his two friends misbehave so smile funny.

"Ah, you. All right, I see Sunday's getting better, so I go home." Pamit Victor's.

"Sun, I'll go home first."

"Yes sir. Ehh, I mean Brother." Sunday rectified because Victor glared at him when Sunday called the word greeting 'Pak'.

After that Victor came out of the Sunday room. Both of his friends seemed awkward to say hello to Victor. Victor understood that because their relationship is a lecturer and student now.

"So, are you dating a lecturer now?" Windy Temptation.

"You're this." Sunday hit Windy's shoulder.

"I'm sure for the Web 2 Programming course you'll get an A." Added Suzan.

"This too. Friends are sick not comforted and prayed to heal quickly, ehh even bullied." Suzan & Windy giggled.

"Well..so what pain are you? Yesterday's feeling is still fine."

"Malarindu huh?" Added Suzan.

"Keep..goda continues..." Sunday put on a pouting face.

"OK okay... What pain?" Suzan turned sweet-ass.

"It's okay, just a fever."

The three friends talked and joked as usual. Sunday also felt his body had improved. His fever had already dropped but his voice was still a little hoarse.

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Sunday came out of the classroom and rushed to the laboratory. Today there was a practicum and he had to prepare a projector to deliver the lecture material. Beni is in business at the law lab so today asked for help Sunday to temporarily handle the laboratory.

But when entering the laboratory turned out all the equipment was ready. Victor is installing a projector.

"Sorry sir, let me continue."

"No, you've just recovered so get some rest."

"I'm fine, sir."

"Here you go, sit down at your place."

"But Sir..."

"You want to get a C?"

Sunday shrieked, the value of C is a disaster for him. If there is a grade of C, then the internship opportunity will be dismissed by the campus. Finally Sunday according and headed to the server table in the corner of the room.

Victor smiled as his threat to Sunday succeeded.

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At 22:32, Sunday was still struggling with his duties. Some syntax he broke up in the program he made. Silenced at night in his concentration, the phone suddenly shook. A message arrived at his phone.

Faris: If I do not deserve to be forgiven, then may your days be calmer from now on. I'm goin.

Sunday was reading a short message from Faris. Indeed, since his meeting on campus at that time, Faris had never seen him again or contacted him. Faris really did not want to disrupt Sunday life by staying away from what she wanted.

Unknowingly Sunday sighed heavily. Suddenly his chest became a little tight. He read back Faris' short message and then put the phone next to his laptop and put his face on the study table. Habits when you think hard.