Miss of Sunday

Stranger

Faris stood up and began to take center stage as she walked towards the podium giving words of welcome. All eyes were on Faris.

"I'm Faris, I'm happy today to be here and be a part of Font. As a junior I really hope to work with all of you to make Fonts more developed and become the first goal of the clients. Thank you." Thank you." Faris ended his short speech. Everyone in the hall applauded.

Sunday breathed heavily for me a few times. The leaflet on his chest was like he did not want to subside. Even a glass of water can't calm him down.

What is it like to meet someone who is hated.

The handover banquet is over. The servants left their respective seats and walked out of the hall. Inside the Sunday crowd with other employees several female employees commented on their new boss. They agreed to comment that their new boss was very handsome. Sunday rolled his eyeballs, lazy to hear their comments.

"Sun, what do you think..." Lita whispered next to him and only a piece of his sentence Sunday was able to guess where the direction of the conversation went.

"... Our new boss is so handsome."

"It's normal." Answer Sunday indifferently.

"What's? That one you said was normal? Are your eyes on the dagger?" Lita brought her face closer to Sunday's. They're in the hallway to the study.

"Hey, what the fuck is this." Sunday encourages Lita's body to move away from her.

"You're saying that handsome guy is just normal. I think there must be something wrong with your eyes."

"After all, what's so special about him?"

"Ahh, it's appropriate that you never have a boyfriend. I think you need a consultation with a psychiatrist. Or maybe..." Lita covered the upper part of the body with both hands.

"What's? The lesbians? Yeah, I'm a lesbian and I like you. Let's go on a date." Sunday wrapped her hands around Lita's neck. Lita shuddered and left Sunday walking behind her. Seeing Lita like that, Sunday felt funny. Otherwise Lita will definitely demand him to agree with her opinion that Faris is handsome. Although it is true, Sunday is lazy to admit it openly like that.

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Sunday was in a cafe with a client.

"I want the look as friendly as possible. Because I want to make it easier for my employees while working. And also so that my employees can do the service process well and quickly. Our self-service is quite crowded with visitors and the queue can be very elongated. Our old information system we can no longer rely on." Obviously the client who is the owner of a minimarket. This month Sunday has met 3 clients who want the same information system creation services like this.

People are beginning to become aware of the ease with which they use information systems. Faster, more accurate and more secure security because transaction data will be stored in the form of softfiles or in the form of hardfiles.

"Okay, Father, we'll put some menus in your system later." Sunday showed an example of the appearance of an application from its tablet PC.

"It's going to be like this, sir." The client looked at the screen Sunday showed and demonstrated the use of the system.

"Please see it in detail." Sunday handing over tablet PCs to clients. The client seemed to be tinkering with the system.

"Okay, I think this almost qualifies." The client handed back the Sunday tablet PC.

"About how long will I receive this software?"

"We will work for 2 weeks to optimize the system we create. I hope you can understand." Suday covered his smile.

"And for the details of the cost we will send through your message and email."

"Okay, I wait." Clients like to understand that and say goodbye after that.

"See you in 2 weeks at the installation, Mr." Sunday brings up a smile

"Thank you."

"Thank you back." After the client left the desk, Sunday packed up some hardfiles and put them in a bag. Call the waitress and ask for a drink bill that she and her client ordered earlier.

At 5 pm, Sunday returned to Font to provide the results of the meeting with the client. Boby's still at the Font, just Sunday called him.

From the Sunday cafe walk towards the stop not far from it. 15 minutes later the awaited bus came as well. Sunday and some passengers boarded the bus. Slowly the bus went to its destination. Sunday sat in the back seat and chose near the window. The most comfortable and safe place from the view of other passengers.

The Sunday bus arrives right in front of Font. Sunday walks in Font and enters the lobby. The font is empty. Heading to the elevator and waiting for the door to open. A few moments later, the door opened.

"Sunday..." Gina greeting from inside the open elevator. Sunday gasped to see someone beside Gina. Hesitating Sunday smiled and nodded greeting Faris. Faris returned her smile at a glance. Sunday gave way to Gina and Faris who stepped foot out the elevator door.

"This is Ris, one of Font's employee exemplary icons." Sunday raised an eyebrow hearing what Gina said.

"How not, at this hour he still has to work."

"Do I have to reward him?" Faris said calmly without staring at Sunday at all.

"All right, I gotta go upstairs." Pamit Sunday to Gina who answered a nod.

"Let's Sir." Sunday to Faris. Faris also nodded but was still indifferent.

Looking at Faris who was indifferent to him, Sunday thought of a possibility. It's possible that Faris is consistent with his promise to stay away from Sunday. And seeing that there's a little relief in the Sunday heart. He didn't have to try to avoid Faris because they were really two strangers.

Before Sunday entered the elevator, he saw Gina holding Faris' arm. Too close. Seeing that his head was pulsing for some reason.

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Tonight is like the nights before and the Sunday boarding house is always quiet. The only ones left were himself and Miss Uni. He felt like he was going back to his old age before he got married. Just the two at home. Sometimes Suzan and Windy visit her, or if Faris is on vacation, she will visit a lot. Remember Faris, another one that Sunday realized. Several years friends with him, Sunday did not know Faris well.

Until working at Font Sunday never knew that Faris was the son of the owner of the Font. All he knew was that Faris was a sailor. And playboy. The rest he did not know and never found out. The family background of a friend is not important. The most important thing for Sunday is that he is being nice and not hurting it is enough.

Dada Sunday warmed up. He felt with his right hand.

"Why can this panyakit recur? It has never been a long time." Mumbled

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Sunday brought back the file that Boby had for this morning's meeting with his team at the fedora's corner desk. Each team room is always equipped with a set of medium tables for small meetings of the project to be done. Boby and Mario are already there. Lita also walked towards the table. Almost simultaneously Mr. Dedi is behind Lita. Only when Mr. Dedi opened his mouth did someone enter his room.

"Sir Faris?" Said Mr. Dedi after starting the meeting. All of Mr. Dedi's men turned their heads in the direction he saw.

"Is there anything we can help you with, sir?" It seems that Mr. Dedi was moved to approach Faris.

"I just want to know today's meeting from the fedora team." Faris took a seat right next to Sunday. Sunday is pounding again.

Mr. Dedi only opened the meeting agenda, then as System Analyst Sunday explained the system desired by the client. Starting from the interface to the menu needed.

"Our clients this time want a simple look so that employees can easily operate."

"Put the sales transaction button at the very outside with a form that is as simple as possible but can include all transaction information including product information."

"Good Sir." Sunday recorded that point. Programmers also listened well, as well as Lita as software designers began to create patterns on paper for the system's display.

"Give an alternative menu if the item cannot be barcoded so that the user can make transactions manually."

"Good Sir." Sunday nodded. The Sunday turn is complete, now it's Lita's turn with the software design and then Boby with programming language and DBMS and software report that he will use.

Meeting went well. Faris is quite active in this regard. Either because the client software is simple or indeed he is really competent in this field. But as a graduate of one of the best technological institutes in the country, of course, his ability cannot be underestimated. It was just Sunday to know from Lita. I don't know where the kid is from.

"I think he was born the owner of the font. Graduates of the Institute of Technology with high gpa of course make it as familiar with programs and systems." Sunday just nodded.

"Where do you know he graduated from the Institute of Technology?" Ask Sunday while tidying up the files after the meeting. Faris has left the fedora team room.

"Almost everyone here knows."

Sunday thought again. Yeah, he's not that good at knowing Faris. He didn't even know Faris had been to a technical faculty. Even Lita knew Faris refused to continue studying abroad and chose to work there. This time Lita did not know what work Faris was doing. But Sunday knew that the job was as a sailor on a cruise ship. He's a freak. It was clear he could be the boss here but instead chose to be a sailor who was only a subordinate. Inner Sunday while heading to Faris' room.

Faris did ask him to drop off a copy of the meeting's file today. It is not usual for a project sponsor to do that. Usually control only until Mr. Dedi is enough. But Faris made a different rule. He will take part in every project handled by Font. Yes, although it is part of his duty, Mr. Sasono used to entrust it to his subordinates.

The sixth floor elevator door opened. Sunday took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Calm down, Sunday. Its alright. He's not the same person anymore. He's just your boss." Sunday convinced himself and tried to control himself from the nervousness.

Arriving at the door of Faris' room once again Sunday sighed then then knocked on the door. Faris' voice told him to come in.

"Excuse me sir, this is today's file meeting." Sunday stood in front of Faris's desk. He was checking files that seemed to be files from another team.

"Put it down there." Faris' orders and still pursue the papers before him. Feeling like there was nothing his boss needed anymore, Sunday came out. Slowly he opened the door and exited Faris' room with a sigh of relief. The room was spacious but inside it felt crowded for Sunday.

But Sunday really felt weird. Faris was like being a stranger. They showed no sign that they had known each other before. Is Faris as heartbroken that her love was rejected by Sunday.

Or maybe he doesn't recognize me? Have I changed too much? I don't think there's any change in me. Sunday saw his own reflection from the elevator door. Suddenly the elevator door opened. Sunday who was walking in front of the elevator so wrong behavior. Moreover, someone who emerged from behind it was Om Rudi.

"Sunday's? What are you doing here?"

"Introducing the meeting file to Mr. Faris' room, Om." If the two of you like this Sunday will call Om to Om Rudi but if in a crowded place, Sunday will call him Pak. Om Rudi actually objected to the difference but Sunday insisted on doing so and did not want to show his true identity as Om Rudi's stepson.