Miss of Sunday

Weddings

"Mother Sunday, how is this?" A child in a red white uniform called out to him. Sunday who helped the other disciple in front of him then approached the two-braided female disciple with the chubi cheeks.

"Yes Tasya..." Sunday looked at the monitor in front of the female student.

"Oh, to make a circle use this one yeah." Sunday pointed to the menu bar with its cursor. The student named Tasya nodded in understanding.

Sunday walked around computer class this morning. Today he has to teach 4th grade Elementary School children for ICT, Information and Communication Technology subjects. Today Sunday provides drawing materials using the Paint app. Because after all the basic use of computers is not only about microsoft office. Its use is often on microsofr word, exel or power point. Learning to hone graphics skills can be taught early on by drawing using Paint. Introduce shapes and lines, combining them into an image.

The Sunday students looked enthusiastic. This is the third material using Paint. The disciples had already begun to be able to combine them into shapes resembling things and animals. Like this time Sunday which gives assignments with school themes using Paint. Some draw books, pencils, erasers, bags and some other school supplies. Although only in 4th grade, students today are indeed millennial students. They are very easy to understand and implement what is taught by Sunday. Although the shape made is not entirely good and true, but at least his students began to know how to draw with the Paint application.

Actually at this school he taught computers ranging from grade 4 to grade 6 only. A week only requires 1 meeting for each class. So in one week Sunday has a teaching schedule of 3 days.

How Sunday could suddenly become a computer teacher initially never dreamed Sunday before. He who is a graduate of Informatics Engineering of course hopes to work in accordance with the field he occupied in college. Being a programmer is part of his goal of learning science related to technology and information. But after entering several applications in the companies his target turned out to be not a lucky applicant. Competition in the world of work today is very tight.

Sunday has been unemployed for some time. During that time every morning he became the ojek of his mother who delivered to school. Then when you come home Sunday will pick him back up. The hours between his mother taught him to spend doing things like monitoring vacancies in the newspapers, groups on social media about the job fair or if it is stuck he will spend his time just relaxing at home or his subscription ice cream shop.

Then arrive at his mother's school a ICT teacher passed the civil service selection exam. Be a teacher who gets a teaching assignment elsewhere. So mama Sunday finally asked to apply to be a computer teacher at her mother's school.

"Teacher computers in SD? I'm not a teacher, Ma."

"It only teaches SD children so it doesn't have to have a teacher's diploma. You also have no intention of being a teacher forever. Mama just pity when she sees you almost die of boredom from not having a job and being unemployed." Omel his mother at Sunday seemed to reject that good opportunity.

"But when did you become an SD teacher? It's funny, Ma."

"If you don't want to let it be filled by someone else. There's still a lot of unemployed out there who need a job."

"This SD teacher, Ma."

"Don't think about how much you pay but think about the health of your mind."

"Why my mind?"

"If your brain takes too long you let the vacum decrease in volume."

"Ahh, mama's all right." Sunday swung on his mother's arm.

"It's up to you."

"But if I accept this job it means nepotism dong, Ma."

"You are already unemployed but still had a chattering too. Whatever..." After that silence enveloped the two of them. Sunday is still leaning on her mother's shoulders. The afternoon atmosphere was getting cooler. The two women were still busy with their minds until Mama Sunday started to open their voices again.

"Sun, what if you marry again?"

Suddenly Sunday raised his head and looked at his mother's face. Seen like that her mother was wrong.

"Want to get married?"

"Mama said if."

"No no. This must be more than if only. Om Rudi proposed to mama?" Sunday introgate.

Seeing On Rudi who had always approached his mother and seemed to sincerely love his mother, Sunday was sure this time his mother was devastated by the efforts of Om Rudi. For almost 2 years Om Rudi befriended his mother again, they began a relationship with each other. Her mother also seemed to gradually begin to open her heart. Of course it was also due to the full support of Sunday who wanted her mother to marry again. He wanted his mother to be happy to feel the love that became a medicine when at that time his heart was broken by his father. Moreover, seeing the teeth of Om Rudi who tried to convince his mother that he would not disappoint him made Sunday feel that Om Rudi seemed like the right person for his mother.

"Yes..." Answer her mother with a blush.

"Oh my God, Mama. Congratulations yaa..." Sunday hugged his mother.

"Mama took it?" Sunday took off his embrace.

"Of course, I'll have to ask your opinion."

"Ma. I'm mak com..." Not continuing his sentence, Sunday instead covered his own mouth with both palms.

"What's? Matchmaker you mean?" Her mother narrowed her eyes.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Basar you are. Her parents fight for her own mother." Squeezing Sunday's nose until he complained.

"Eventually, otherwise, my mother would not have responded as before."

"You're this..." Mama Sunday almost hit Sunday's squash but he broke his intention.

"But I'm so glad you finally fell in love again." Sunday embraced his mother and was reciprocated with a caress in the hair of Sunday by his mother.

"Mama also did not expect to experience this again. My mom is no longer young." Mama Sunday now hugged her as well.

"But is it worth Mama to get married again when she's this old?"

"Who said old mama? Mom is still this beautiful." Sunday looked up at his mother's face still with her head resting on her chest.

"I want you to live a normal life, have a partner and be happy."

"Mama's happy enough to have you."

"But it might be very happy to be able to age with someone."

"You're like you've already experienced it."

"Either Ma, but that seems to be the life many people dream of." Sunday tightened his embrace.

And tonight is the night that mama Sunday took off her single. After his mother said yes to Om Rudi, it did not take long to get married. They are not a young couple so it doesn't take much preparation. The marriage contract will also be carried out at the Sunday house. Guests are present only close family and neighbors around. There is no reception let alone traditional and pengantinan rituals. Everything is done very simply.

Sunday was still getting makeup when Victor called her.

"You done what yet?"

"Just a minute, 5 minutes."

"Hurry on..." Then Victor hung up the phone. Mom Sunday appeared from the door.

"Yes Ma, it's just a little tidying up." Her mother also left.

Since almost all of Sunday's preparations were taken care of, she was finally late for her face in make up. From the decor of the room to the dishes, almost everything Sunday is arranged. Her mother as a bride should only know how to be clean. Sunday is happy to do all that. What he did was not comparable to everything his mother gave him. Actually Sunday does not want his face to be self-sufficient but because his mother pleaded with the reason later his picture with the bride will be ugly if not make up the Sunday resignation only. For the sake of his mother today Sunday will be anything, the origin of his mother is happy. Because after this in addition to making Sunday happy, her mother also has another responsibility to divide her husband as well, Om Rudi.

Sunday came out of his room and saw the groom already sitting in front of the penghulu. Her mother came out of her room after being picked up Sunday and escorted to Om Rudi's side. They looked at each other and both blushed. What a relaxing sight for Sunday. Seeing his mother so happy he wished forever his mother may always be happy. After her mother sat down, Sunday took a seat behind her mother. Next to him was Victor who had been there first.

"You're beautiful." Whisper Victor.

"I've never been beautiful." Answer the Sunday narcissist. Victor turned his face mockingly. Sunday as usual.

The event also began. And with one breath mama Sunday has officially become the wife of Om Rudi. Sunday was happy and moved. After a long time finally his mother was willing to be married by someone. After his father left, his mother fell in love again. Falling in love with an unexpected person, her mother said. How not, Om Rudi is an old friend who even before knowing his father already knew Om Rudi. But destiny is always more powerful. There was never a sense and just friends, now when they have both experienced the failure of their households to be reunited and even fall in love with each other.

Om Rudi is a man whose wife died of end-stage uterine cancer. During his years of marriage with his late wife he was not given a child because of cancer suffered by his wife. During his solitude, he never tried to get into a relationship with anyone. But when he met Mama Sunday again at that time, he once told Sunday that he was like returning to his youth. Like rediscovering the happiness he had not felt for a long time was falling in love again.

"Whether it's my second pubescent or whatever, but meeting your mama I feel like I'm more excited about living my life." Om Rudi laughed lightly telling his heart to Sunday.

"Maybe you're in love with your mom?" Sunday teased.

"Oh, it's possible." Om Rudi's eyes glimmered at Sunday.

"That's what makes me curious, too. And that seems to be how I feel. But could it be that a man this old could still experience falling in love?"

"Falling in love belongs to everyone, regardless of age, Om. And it's pretty normal for Om to experience it."

"Yes right, you're right, Sun. But does your mom feel the same way?"

"Content Om. But at that time Om said he would try hard so do not be discouraged also to get the heart of mama ya." Sunday smiled broadly while clenching both hands excitedly.

The simple event is now over. Some of the guests looked good to go home. There are only a few families left from the mama Sunday and om Rudi side. That's just a few people too.

"Let's do a family photo." Shit Om Rudi suddenly.

"Aren't we planning on making family photos." Further.

"Relope..." Mama Sunday stood beside Om Rudi. Sunday smiled but more like a grimace.

Victor has the task of taking pictures with a digital camera. There are no professional photographers as this is just a simple event. Since then the documentation section held by Victor.

After one Sunday photo snap, his mother and Om Rudi then Sunday saw the results.

"Why do I look fat in there." Sunday Protest.

"Let's rework it." Her mother who was almost sitting finally stood up again.

"What else, Sun. It's good."

"I look fat, Ma."

"Isn't that what you are."

"Mama. This must be due to an incorrect angle." Sunday self-analysis.

"Sister, please come down a little bit, let me look a little tall." Victor who heard that smiled wryly.

"I'll admit it's short, just want to manipulate the photo." Victor muttered as a photographer.

"Sister, I heard what you said." Sunday glared at Victor. Victor laughing.

"Have... let's take a picture and get a good photo." Om Rudi broke up to be unsustainable. Victor is getting ready to take pictures. And one flash of flash managed to create an image. Sunday saw him again and smiled with satisfaction because this time according to his expectations.

"What if Victor also took a picture." Said mama Sunday and made Victor flutter.

"No aunt, I'm a photographer. Who will take pictures?"

"Let Yuda take the picture." Mama Sunday pointed to one of the brothers who was still there. Then Judah, whose name was called, approached Victor, discharging his duties. Sunday did not comment. However, Victor also played a role in his mother's wedding. Help Sunday and escort her find everything necessary for her mother's wedding.

"One... two... three.." after the count of three flashes flash forms a portrait. Mama Sunday and Om Rudi flanked Sunday by her mother's side and Victor by Om Rudi's side.

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Sunday getting ready for school. She left alone without her mother. Since the wedding day, her mother has moved into Om Rudi's house. Sunday still did not want to move on the grounds of not wanting to disturb his mother's honeymoon. That's not the real reason. He is still more comfortable living in his own home which since childhood became his residence.

This morning the sun did not warm up perfectly. Cloudy clouds hang in the sky. Sunday hastened to get to school. Class starts in half an hour. It takes 15 minutes with a motor speed of 60 km/h to get to school.

Sunday at school. Every day is a new day for Sunday. Meeting cute kids makes her able to smile and laugh every day. Some like to shoot him, some are quiet, some are ignorant and some are even ignorant and nosy. They are complete in one package. Every time he saw them he remembered his childhood. His daydreams ran out when a child held his hand.

"Mr Sunday is coming... Miss Sunday came..." Her sweep was carefree while laughing and jumping up and down displaying her front teeth that dated two seeds.

"Good morning, Tasya. You don't have class?"

"And we have computer class, ma'am."

"Oh yeah, it's computer class time. Then, let's get into the computer room."Take Sunday. Tasya and some of his friends followed. Other students also seemed to be starting to enter his class. Tasya belongs to the category of students 'manja' for Sunday. But even so, the boy was adorable and obedient. Yes a few months into their teacher, Sunday began to get to know their characters one by one.

In the middle of Sunday teaching, his mother stood at the door signalling that she would wait for him in front of the class. Finish explaining then Sunday gave the task as usual. While the student was doing the task, Sunday came out to his mother.

"What's up, Ma?"

"How do you teach?"

"It's quite fun. I like those kids. Funny and adorable, Ma." Sunday smiled broadly.

"You said you didn't want to be a teacher and you chose an engineering school, now you know what it's like to be a teacher."

"Oh that's different, Ma. I do love children and teaching but my soul is only in everything that smells digital." Then Sunday chuckled.

"So stop teaching." Sunday looked at his mother. What did her mother mean by suddenly telling her to stop. He obviously likes to teach. Was her mother angry just because Sunday said she had no teacher?

"Why did you become this sensitive?" Sunday murmuring in the heart.