Miss of Sunday
Red Face, Caught
Sunday poured drinking water into his glass after the plate filled with fried rice. No matter what class, he always had time for breakfast. My mom always cooked for them.
"Sun, mama's leaving first." Pamit Mama's. Mama Sunday is a teacher at an Elementary School. So before 7 o'clock he should also have reached school.
"Okay ma." Sunday gave his thumbs up while still scooping the fried rice in front of him. Usually if there is no Sunday morning lecture always take his mother. So this morning her mom's going to ride an angkot.
Arriving in front of the house, mama Sunday found the new Faris getting off his bike. Honda CBR 250 parked and then reviewed a smile on Mama Sunday.
"At first, Faris." Mama Sunday greeted Faris' smile.
"August, aunt."
"Sunday is inside. Having breakfast. Come have breakfast too. You must not have had breakfast."
"Yes aunt, I haven't had breakfast yet."
"Yes, come on in, have breakfast with Sunday. Auntie's leaving first." Pamit mama Sunday's
But before leaving the house, Mama Sunday had shouted that Faris had come and told him to have breakfast together.
Mama Sunday knew what Faris meant this morning because when he asked about his bike, Sunday explained to his mother why the bike was still on campus.
Faris entered with a previous greeting.
"Come in, Ris." Sunday let him in and got another plate on the dinner table. Spoon the fried rice onto his plate and get him a drink as well. "So this is enough?" Pouring a plate full of fried rice.
"Enough." Faris also scoops her fried rice.
"I thought you weren't coming this morning."
"I promised I'd take you this morning, where I might not come."
"I told you yesterday to take me to take the bike, you don't need this shot." Sunday spoke with still chewing his meal.
"Where might I let you get motorized in the rain. My male soul won't allow it."
"Here, you're the attention-grabber." Sunday shook his hand. "It's a good thing I got that treatment. Just try another girl, you must have thought that you were putting your heart on her."
"I'm really paying attention to you. Don't you know that." Faris. But Sunday doesn't care about it. It was common for Sunday to see Faris that way. For Sunday, Faris' passing was enough to clarify his playboy label.
"Of course I know. But I also know you're even considerate of all the women on this earth."
"Because to me that woman must always be cared for and even protected so as not to experience extinction." Faris held back her laughter.
"You think women are rare flora and fauna!" The sound of Sunday is rising.
"Not so, I mean the woman is very noble so must always be maintained his sustainability."
"You're really yes." Sunday hit Faris on the shoulder after hearing his sentence. Faris chuckles.
That's how they are all together. Always arguing and fighting but then making up again. Since getting to know Faris, Sunday like not only finding a friend but also a brother. Sunday the only child never knew what it was like to be noticed and loved by a sister. For him all this time affection and attention is what his mother gave. But when Faris came to offer friendship, Sunday seemed to get a different affection. Different from what his friends gave him. Suzan and Windy. I don't know, Faris really is like a big brother to him. It is possible that the 5-year age difference makes Faris certainly much more mature and more able to save Sunday like a sister.
They finished their breakfast. At 06.45.
"I washed this dish first and then we left." Said Sunday while myodoting pieces of fruit. Faris nodded.
While polishing the pieces of fruit in front of him, Faris still looked at Sunday. It is still not finished thinking how very fond of the girl who often jutek to him. Lots of girls are sweet and nice to him but only to Sunday Faris even feel comfortable. Always longing for her, always wanting to be around her, chatting with her even though often their chatter ends up being a debate.
"Come on." Take Sunday while holding his bag on the back of his chair after finishing his job.
"Come on." But Faris who stood suddenly was instead hit by Sunday who closed his bag without looking ahead. Sunday's head hit Faris' chest. Sunday was a step back.
"God..." Keluh Sundays.
"When you look ahead, miss." Faris Cibir.
"Yes sorry."
"It looks like my zipper bag's stuck."Sunday tinkered at the slempang bag he was holding.
"But is still used." Faris Gerrutu. "Why didn't you ever wear my handbag back then?" Faris wondered why the bag she was carrying as a gift had never been used at all.
"I never wear a sailor's gift". Answer Sunday briefly.
"You are so evil. Boxing people based on their profession. What's my fault is a sailor. I never hurt you. I always loved you." There was a gleam of tenderness from Faris's eyes. Dada Sunday was like rustling looking at him.
"You know, I'm a cruel person in my behavior." Answer Sunday a little made funny.
"That bag must fit when you wear it. It fits your character. I hope you wear it."
"What character?" Sunday nyoloth.
"Anime characters." Faris broke up and took the initiative out onto the terrace. Sunday followed him behind and locked the door.
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Faris motor began to drive on the road that began to crowded. Along with school children who rush not to be left behind in.
"Make sure you don't fall, 'cause I'm gonna speed it up." Faris pulled the Sunday hand behind her around Faris' waist.
Sunday always does it. Hugging a man's waist is not a Sunday habit. So he pulled his hand back.
"Not to." Answer Sunday ketus.
Maybe he stole a chance at narrowness. I am the girl. I'm not his girlfriends who will always happily hug him whenever and wherever he wants. Batin Sunday's.
This girl is really character. Faris smiled.
Along the way they are more silent with each other because of talking for free with strong winds that interfere with hearing.
The atmosphere of the campus is not so crowded at this hour. There were not many classes this morning. The engineering faculty still looked empty. Which is usually filled with students passing by, this morning only seen a few people passing by.
"Thank you." Pamit Sunday while getting off the bike Faris then release his helmet.
"The salute first." Faris reached out like a father to her son.
"Falim what's wrong." Sunday brushed off Faris' hand while holding back a laugh and passed away leaving her.
So adorable. Faris smiled still looking at Sunday who was walking further away. Long hair back. The height may be only 155 cm but with a body weight of about 50 kg makes Sunday look cute like a taddy bear that as if asking to be hugged. Ehh, koq I'm the one with the dirty brain. But just wanted to hug. What wrong. It's his own fault why it's so scary. Put Faris to himself and smile to himself.
But suddenly someone seemed to be standing right next to him.
"Ahh, just surprise." Faris stroked his chest. Suzan then saw Sunday walking away at the end of the hall right in front of the engineering faculty lobby where Faris took down Sunday.
"Like ya?" Look at Suzan but with a big smile.
"Like what?" Faris nervous.
"The face of the red oppa." Suzan seemed to know what was happening to Faris at this moment. The red hue was very clearly visible because Faris was embarrassed to be caught staring at Sunday.
"No." Faris stroked her own face trying to erase that red hue. But of course it is not the red hue left behind blush or paint. So it's still left there even though Faris rubbed it.
"Well, if you don't want to confess. I'll tell it to Sunday." As Suzan passed by from him.
"Sunday..." Suzan called out to Sunday and scoured him. Sunday turned to the voice that called out to him and smiled as he greeted him. They then walked side by side with Suzan wrapping her hands around Sunday's neck as if talking something.
"Oh, this kid really..." Faris's murmur was anxious.
Suzan continued to pass without looking at Faris again.
No, how could Suzan really say to Sunday. I don't even agree with what he's accused of. So, if he really said it, I just denied it enough. It's easy. Think Faris who then start his motorbike and escape out the main gate of the Sunday campus.
