Miss of Sunday

A Picture

"So stop teaching."

"What did Mama say. I'm just starting to like this place."

"You said your soul wasn't for teaching."

"Yes but teaching isn't too bad either."

"Stop and work in Om Rudi's place."

"don't want. That's the nepotism of his name, Ma."

"Teaching here you also go through the process of nepotism. You remember?"

"Yes, but this school really needs teachers like me." Sunday defended itself.

"You are always reasonable. Admit it, you're enjoying this selfishness enough." Her mother laughed a little.

"All right, Mama... I enjoy all this. But working at Om Rudi's? What would everyone say if a Project Manager stepson could easily fit into a Software House. What came to their minds was a glaring act of nepotism. Ahh, no. I don't want to, Ma."

"Who said he'd get you in there so easily? If you want it to be difficult, then do it yourself. Take the initial test."

"First test?"

"Yes, the day after tomorrow there will be an initial employee recruitment test. If you don't want to indulge in selfishness, take the test."

"Really, Ma?" The eyes of Sunday sparkle. Mother nodded.

"Thank you for the information." Sunday kissed his mother's cheek.

"Hey, kiss someone's wife's cheek."

"Oh my God, it seems to be someone's wife now." Sunday Manyun saw the attitude of his mother. But of course it was her mother's joke. That until whenever his mother will never due Sunday. Although now she has other responsibilities but her duties as a mother will never be left. Her mother only held back the laughter of seeing such a manyun's only daughter.

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"Miss laboran, what are you doing now? Have you had lunch?" Sapa Victor on Sunday's cell phone through her phone conversation.

"It's lunch in the school cafeteria."

"Isn't your teaching hours over. Why are you still at school?"

"I'm waiting for Mama. Today my mother will go home."

"Oh yes, weekend." Victor knew the Sunday weekend schedule was to spend time with his mother and Om Rudi who would stay at his house. The more Victor gets to know Sunday and the closer he gets to his family. Sunday became very familiar with Victor. Although finally Sunday had to apologize many times for not being able to accept his love.

Victor is a good guy, he is also quite handsome but indeed it cannot make Sunday like him. Even up until now Victor was just his best friend, nothing more.

"I miss the college. How are you doing there?"

"Do you miss college or do you miss someone?" Victor Temptation.

"Yeshoo..." Sunday Cibir. Just then there was a call waiting. Sunday saw his name. Suzan.

"Sir, there's another phone coming in. It was already." After Victor hangs up, Sunday receives Suzan's call.

"I'm really popular today." Opening words Sunday.

"Hey, what do you mean bragging like that?"

"The phone that came to me stood in line."

"Who just called you?"

"There is." Sunday deliberately did not tell Suzan.

"Who else, if not Victor." Sunday and laugh.

"Who else would call you but me and Windy if it wasn't your boyfriend."

"Hey, she's not my boyfriend." Sunday hastily recovers.

"Oh yeah, not a girlfriend. Friends but friendly."

"Oh my God, your mouth really wants to be kissed by a crocodile. Just don't you talk." There was a giggling sound there.

"Eh, why did you suddenly call me?"

"Oh yeah, I'd like to ask if Aunt Ana's going to be at your house today?"

"Yes, the weekend routine, Mama's going home."

"Well, I'm going to your house with Windy in the afternoon. We have to congratulate him officially."

"really? Or is that just your reason for missing me and wanting to see me?" Goda Sunday's

"Hey miss narcissist, you're not that important for me to miss."

"Well, fine then. Be careful if you come to my house. I won't accept your arrival."

"good. I'll just meet Aunt Ana. I'll have Aunt Ana open the door."

"Yes your house has how many doors until all the keys are on you."

"Who said the house key. I'm telling you that's the key to my students' replies at school." After saying that Sunday, then laugh. Suzan actually wanted to laugh as well but she put up with it.

Yes, that's how they always have a way of sneering at each other and even teasing each other. Among the three of them was indeed only Sunday who worked as if only part-time and only became an honorary teacher. Suzan has since passed the test at a private bank. Her beautiful face and proportionate stature made it very easy to pass the first stage of the interview. Sunday sure when seeing Suzan appearance the judges must be immediately interested.

While Windy, the only child of a franchise restaurant owner whose branches are in many places, does not need to apply for a job because once graduated he was immediately appointed owner by his parents. And although they were quite busy but definitely took the time to meet, like this afternoon.

"Auntie... "Why Suzan so met mama Sunday.

"God the scent of the newlyweds can smell this." Suzan Temptation. Mama Sunday chuckled.

"You can do it the most, Suz."

"We apologize for not being able to attend that time." Windy spoke too.

"It's okay. Aunt knows that." With a smile from Mama Sunday.

"Hey, do you want to stand at the door?" Sunday which from earlier was not considered to be his existence began to show that he was there too.

"Oh yeah, come on in. Aunty today cooks sweet sour crab. You guys should eat here."

"Well, that must be delicious, aunt."

"So, auntie's not good at cooking."

"No, I've tasted it and it tastes good." Puji Sunday's.

"Actually it's because Sunday is his cookery assistant, he's good at judging food and seasoning what he lacks. So the last touch is Sunday did it."

"Well, can you cook too?" Windy asked enthusiastically. Because he who owns the restaurant franchise alone can not cook. And all that he left to the chef.

"What can't I? All I can."

"Start arrogant." Suzan. Sunday giggling.

"Yes, help me prepare it, Sun."

"Okay Ma." Sunday followed her mother preparing a dinner table to host her two friends.

Their dinner is over. Suzan and Windy were already very full now. They sat in the living room with Mama Sunday. While Sunday still washing dishes used to eat them. After washing the dishes Sunday joined his two friends while carrying pieces of watermelon and melon.

"Tante is really pretty. Which make up artist makes aunty more beautiful like this?" Suzan asked as she opened her mama's wedding photo album Sunday.

"Oh, he's hanging out here. Got a salon across the street in front of that alley."

"Oh that salon. It seems that when I get married I will have to use his services." Windy.

"Hey, you see Aunt Ana is even beautiful without any makeup so whoever dresses her must still be beautiful too." Suzan.

"So you're saying I'm not pretty so whoever makes up the artist I'll still be ugly?"

"I didn't say that." Suzan then opened another page.

"Well, you guys are really like the perfect family." Suzan switched the conversation before Windy grew more chatty about her. And it worked, Windy came to see the photo on the next page.

"Tante, Sunday is very compatible with Victor. Does aunt agree Victor's a aunt's son-in-law." Windy.

"of course. If Sunday likes it, I'll agree." Mama Sunday smiled at Sunday who pretended to be indifferent since then and preferred to enjoy the fruit that he brought earlier.

"Wahhh. green light, Sun. Wait what else?" Suzan shuffled his shoulder.

"Continue..." The mouth of Sunday is still full of fruit inside. Sunday is that cool. His friends have memorized it. If he is like that it means that Sunday does not really care.

"Well, there's a guest turned out." A person with a heavy voice made everyone in the middle room turn towards the door.

"Eh, Um..." Sapa Suzan & Windy almost made.

"It's been a while?"

"Yes, this afternoon, Om."

"I'm left behind means." Om Rudi with his friendly attitude made anyone not feel awkward with him. He who just came home to see his friend so join and talk about many things.

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Sunday packed glasses and dishes for Suzan and Windy, who had just returned home. Her mom was in the kitchen heating up the food for Om Rudi's dinner. After washing the glasses & dishes, Sunday said to his mother to enter the room.

In the room he put his body on the chair of his study table. Look at the calendar and circle it. Noting that Sunday will do the initial test in Om Rudi's software house. After that Sunday returned the desk calendar to its original place. But while lifting it suddenly fell a piece of paper. Sunday saw it and picked it up. His picture was with Faris at his brother's wedding.

Sunday remembers the photo tucked there because it also fell from his personal journal. Forgetting to return it again Sunday slipped it in the middle of that calendar. He looked at her picture and Faris who looked sweet. The natural expressions of the two of them with smiles were only those who understood its meaning.

Faris completely disappeared from his life. Somehow it is now Sunday also do not know. It was possible that he was still sailing and had as many girls beside him as he used to. Since breaking up his friendship, Sunday has also unfriended and followed all of his social media. He really didn't want Faris around him anymore. But every time I remember that why does her feeling always hurt? Can being played make him this injured?

Sunday still looked at the photo. Suddenly his chest warmed up looking at Faris' sweet smile. Tucked away the longing that involuntarily knocked on the door of his heart. Wanted in and woke up all his memories of Faris. Sunday breathed a heavy sigh. But then he realized that he had not felt like this for a long time. And only with Faris, Sunday like feeling hate and longing at one time too.

"Cannot be. I hate him and I can't miss him. He's long gone and I've forgotten all about him. I'm just remembering it a little bit because of this photo." Sunday opened the drawer and put the photo in it. But his heart was like a pulsating masig in a rhythm that made him uneasy.