Miss of Sunday

Matchmaker

Faris out of the online taxi. A driver opened the trunk and took out his suitcase. Faris has given a taxi fee and directly into the airport. This time he refused to be taken by anyone. Even her mother begged to accompany her only until she was rejected.

"Why really? Do you just want Sunday company?" Mami Faris sulks.

"Just be your girlfriend, you've been expecting Mami. What if you are married later. You'll forget about Mami." Her mom is getting sullen.

"It's not so, Mi. I just want to go alone. I'm not some kind of kindergarten kid who still has to be taken everywhere." Faris hugged her mother's shoulder as she walked out the door of her house.

"But you're leaving. Mommy will see you in 9 months. That was a long time ago. Mommy will miss you."

"I'll make video calls every day. So Mami won't have time to forget my face."

"You are, I'm not so old to be senile." While pinching Faris' waist. Faris complained but laughed.

The online taxi that has been booked has arrived, the suitcase has also been put in the trunk. The baby was waiting on the porch while he was looking at his cell phone.

"Until when do you want to keep your mom upset? You don't pity to see your mama who keeps sad every time you leave?" Said his Papa while putting the phone in his pants pocket.

"Later Pi, two more contracts..."

"You always say that. But the truth is that twice your contract never runs out." Faris giggled and said goodbye to her parents and entered an online taxi.

The suzuki ertiga car started out from Faris's yard. Before going to the airport he turned the route to somewhere. Sunday House.

Faris had stopped for a while in front of a quiet house and the living room lights that had been extinguished sign the occupants may have been asleep. After sending a message to Sunday, he continued his journey to the airport. He's really going to stay away from Sunday.

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"Good morning, Sunday..." Greet someone in front of the gate.

"For me." Sunday gave a smile after opening the gate.

"Your mom is there?"

"There's Om, taking a shower like that. This Sunday mama's not going anywhere, Om."

"Oh yeah? It's so sorry for him." Om Rudi walked on the side of Sunday to the terrace.

"It's worth it he's like he's lacking in company."

"Yes right, that's my mama once, Om. Every time I take a walk out it must say that the best refreshing place for him is home. He said he was tired of having to walk out. More comfortable at home while watching soap operas or FTV he said."

"Well, your mama's really cute huh."

"Yes, how cute." They laugh together. And now they've reached the terrace. Sunday allowed Om Rudi to sit on the terrace chair.

"What if your mom takes me for a walk out?"

"Om Rudi is asking my opinion or is asking my permission?" Sunday probing.

"both." Om Rudi smiled broadly.

"Then before I answer or allow it, I have to ask Om something first."

"What's that?" Om Rudi looked astonished.

"Om Rudi single or double?"

"Single or double?" Rudi did not understand.

"Oh, about that. What happened to single or double?" After knowing the meaning of Sunday.

"It wouldn't be nice if Om went with Mama but actually Om has to keep someone's feelings. Wife of Om for example." The Sunday face is serious.

"Oh that, I'm single and I'm opening up to a relationship." Om Rudi was very straightforward.

"So, in other words Om is approaching Mama?" Sunday also asked without aling-aling.

"Mmmm..." Om Rudi nodded.

"I asked your permission to approach your Mama. How's it?"

"Om sure?"

"of course. Can't you?"

"It's not so, Om. It's just that no one's been able to make my mom melt."

"Do you believe me?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure, Om." Cengengesan. Om Rudi is a warm and sociable man. It is proven that Sunday can feel quickly familiar with him even though he has only met a few times.

"Mama always closes her heart to any man because she says her happiness lies only with me." Sunday was a little sad.

"Oh, so yeah. Then I'll have to try hard."

"If Om really likes Mama, I hope Om is serious. Make sure it never makes him sad and only gives him happiness."

"Surely." Om Rudi smiled.

"So, you want to be my matchmaker?"

"Mr matchmaker?" Om Rudi smiled.

"Hey, what's going on?" Mama Sunday at the door. The two people on the terrace simultaneously turned their heads towards the source of the sound.

"Oh yes, Ma. Looking for Om Rudi." Sunday got up from his seat.

"I'm gonna take a shower first." He told Om Rudi and his mother.

After Sunday went his mother replaced the Sunday seat.

"What's up, Rud?"

"Nothing." Rudi smiled.

"Sunday says you never take a walk out. So I'm gonna take you."

"What did you say?" Mama Sunday laughed.

"We're old, don't act like young people on all walks."

"Lho what's wrong, just take a walk."

"No, thank you. I don't like crowded places." Mama Sunday still with the rest of her laughter.

"You're like a hermit who likes a lonely place." The Guman Om Rudi. Mama Sunday laughed again.

Sunday went into her room before taking a shower. Just as he opened the door, his phone rang. But just about to paint it, the phone is dead. Sunday saw the caller's name. There were 3 missed calls from Victor.

What's he calling me? Batin Sunday's.

Shortly thereafter Victor called again.

"Yes... What's wrong, sister?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home."

"I want to go to your house?"

"Yes, Brother."

After that, the phone was closed. Sunday went out of his room to go to the bathroom. In front of the room he met his mother.

"Om Rudi's home, Ma?"

"It." My mother went to the kitchen. Cleaning vegetables on the kitchen table. Seeing Om Rudi who has returned home is a sign that his mother refused Om Rudi's invitation.

"Om Rudi seems fine, Ma."

"Heem..."

"How close was Mama to Om Rudi?"

"Yes, we're close. Although different faculties but we're good friends." Mama Sunday then cut long beans for vegetables on the lunch menu.

"How did you first know Om Rudi."

"How is it?" Mama Sunday remembered.

"Oh yes, we were one group when Ospek and since then we have been friends. But the moment after graduation and having each other's lives since then we're not in touch anymore."

"Ooh..."

"Why is that?"

"No, just curious."

The sound of a bell ringing.

"So soon he's coming." Sunday hurriedly went back to his mother.

"Ma, please open the door for Victor huh."

"Why?" Mama Sunday wondered why Sunday was so sweet.

"I haven't had a shower yet."

"Oh my God, this boy." Inevitably Mama Sunday also got up from her seat and walked out opening the gate for Victor. Sunday had entered the bathroom when Victor was welcome to sit on the terrace chair by Mama Sunday.

Finish taking a Sunday bath approaching Victor.

"What's up, brother?" Sunday sat in front of Victor.

"I haven't had breakfast. Keep me eating."

"This sad?" Sunday felt strange with the word breakfast spoken by Victor at this sesiang hour.

"Come on..." Victor pleads.

"alright. But I took the phone first." Sunday went into the house to pick up his cell phone and say goodbye to his mother. Shortly after Sunday came out.

"Come on Brother." Faris stood up from where he sat and walked off the terrace of the house accompanied by Sunday.

"What breakfast is it?" Victor chirped, still looking at the road in front of him.

"What does he want?"

"It was really a late breakfast. There is no food in the house. It's like being Kevin McCallister in Home Alone."

"That's my favorite movie." The Sunday chirps enthusiastically. "But, why would you look like Kevin McCallister?"

"Everyone in my house is going to my brother's house and I'm staying at home. The housekeeper was also coming home so I had to take care of myself."

"Ooh..."

"What do you like to eat?"

"I've had breakfast, Brother."

"I didn't ask you if you had breakfast or not. I asked you for your favorite food."

"I like eating meatballs." Answer Sunday quickly. Recalling the meatballs, Sunday suddenly recalled Faris. Last time eating meatballs with Faris he had a stomachache.

Faris has disappeared. He really didn't contact her. Remembering that suddenly his heart became sad. Slowly there was a longing that crept into his heart. He also recalled having raved on Faris while eating meatballs at their grocery store.

That time after receiving her meatball, Faris left the table to grab a drink for her at the showcase. Seeing that the mind of jahil Sunday appeared. He added a few spoons of sambel to Faris' meatball bowl. A few moments later Faris returned. Sunday was already holding back the laughter as Faris started to spoon the meatballs into her mouth. Once a bribe Faris felt her mouth burn. The spicy sensation on his meatballs instantly made him pungent.

"Here drink." Sunday offered Faris a bottled drink. Faris immediately gulped it down until it was almost over.

"Why can you ride this bike. I just put in a little sambel." Faris still felt spicy until her face was red and sweaty. Sunday really wanted to laugh.

"Eitherway. You sure you're just a little sambel?" Sunday really could not stand it and was eager to open his laughter.

"Or don't don't..." Faris smelled something wrong. The face of Sunday that held back the laughter made Faris think Sunday was glaring at him.

"You..." Already unable to endure it any longer, Sunday's laughter exploded as well.

"Unfortunately, how many more spoons of sambel into my meatballs?" Faris tickled Sunday.

"Forget. I just added three spoons." Sunday thrashing ronta got a tickle attack from Faris. Some of the people in the store who witnessed it just smiled at their behavior. Without exception, the meatball brother also smiled.

"Three spoons you said? Well, you're gonna kill me, are you?"

"Cannot be. You won't die just from eating meatballs with three tablespoons of sambel."

"Who said he wouldn't die. That's possible." Faris has already let go of his tickle.

"If I have diarrhea and run out of fluids, suffocate and die how?"

"You're so much better. It won't die." While swapping his bowl for Faris' bowl.

"Ehh, what do you want?"

"I swapped. Baksoku has no sambelnya. You just let it make me."

"Hey, are you sure you want to eat this spicy meatball?"

"Related. Three tablespoons of sambel are light to me."

"You really are the queen of sambel. How can your digestion be strong with your incredible eating style."

"I am very special." Sunday smiled and then spooned the meatball for Faris super spicy into his mouth. Faris slowly tasted the meatball. Frightened Sunday pranks him again with that meatball. But after he tasted it turned out to be true, the meatballs were still free from sambel.

"You okay?" Victor asked and broke the Sunday daydream. Sunday's smile itself so wrong behavior and fix sitting.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"What are you thinking? Is there anything funny?"

"No, I just remember something and it makes me feel good." Sunday's answer was like a breath of fresh air for Victor. He thinks Sunday is happy because it is with him.

But then Sunday came. She thought of Faris, the man she wanted to forget. The man who made her feel like a fool. Sunday breathed a heavy sigh. Victor saw that too. He memorized with Sunday whose mood is easily changed.

Victor turned his car around at a restaurant. They got out of the car and went into the restaurant. Victor chose a seat for only two people.

"It's 11 in the afternoon. It's my breakfast." Victor chuckled to himself after sitting in his chair. A waitress approached them while handing them a menu book.

"Fried duck onion chili." Victor's message to the waitress beside him.

"What do you order, Sun?"

"Capcay it." While returning the menu book to the waitress. After recording their orders, the waitress left them.

"You didn't order meatballs? The meatballs here are pretty good."

"No, I don't want to eat meatballs."

"But you said you like meatballs."

"Yes, it's just that I want to eat capcay now." Sunday reasoned. But what really happened was that he did not want meatballs to open his memory back when he was with Faris.

Victor finished his meal. Then Sunday also followed with its last feed and drank orange juice as a cover.

"So, what did I hear when it was true?" Victor asked suddenly but made Sunday confused.

"What's that?"

"When you were with your friend Faris on campus that afternoon." Sunday was silent for a moment remembering the events of that time.

"About what?" Sunday asked again because he did not understand Victor's question.

"When you said I was your girlfriend." Sunday who drank orange juice again choked to hear Victor's speech. Victor approached Sunday and patted his back trying to help Sunday relieve his cough. Then after seeing Sunday no longer coughing, Victor again sat in his original place.

"I mean how I explain it..." Sunday looks confused.

"Is that the answer you always wanted to tell me?"

"Look, I know you're very nice and being with you feels quite comfortable. But I'm..." Sunday looked agitated. Must be how to explain to Victor about what he felt.

Victor has a good personality. His reticent attitude does tend to be interpreted differently by most people who just know him. Some consider yes arrogant or even anti-social. But if you know Victor well then all that is not visible at all.

And today Victor is like demanding an answer to Sunday. The answer he gave to Faris at the time.

"Sun... Does that mean you accept me? Are we dating now?" Victor made his point clear. Sunday grew more agitated and his smile began to expand.

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2 Years later...

The atmosphere of a Sunday home without many. Some people are there. There are also many flower arrangements in some places. Sunday seemed to be sitting on a chair in his room, wearing a light gray kebaya that looks fitting on his body. A perias swept her natural color makeup tool onto Sunday's face. Sunday seems resigned when getting the treatment of make up the artist. Her hair made her very beautiful.

Sunday still received a sweet treatment from the make up artist when Victor contacted his phone.

"You done what yet?" Victor said across the phone.

"Awhile..." Sunday took the phone away from his ear.

"How long is it, ma'am?" Ask Sunday to the perias.

"5 minutes to go, mbak." Sunday nodded and answered Victor's phone.

"in 5 minutes I'm out." Said Sunday to Victor.

Right, 5 minutes later Sunday looks perfect. He looked at his face in the mirror in front of him. He knew this day would come. Happy days.

"Sunday, let's hurry. The show is about to start." Her mother looked out the door. Sunday came out feeling happy. His heart was getting faster because he was so happy.

A bridegroom was already sitting opposite the ruler...