Miss of Sunday

Revisions

Sunday came out of his study, walked down the corridor and into the elevator. Moving his head to the right and left side trying to reduce his neck muscles are tense. A moment later the elevator opened. Sunday almost stepped in but was then restrained when he saw someone in the elevator. Faris stood there. Looking straight at Sunday. Already the elevator door was open and also he who could not miss the elevator for fear of Faris think Sunday did not dare to face it, finally Sunday braced himself to enter but with a downcast view.

Sunday stood in front of Faris. Silent. There was no conversation or movement. They shut each other up. Many times Sunday closed his eyes and clenched his lips tightly holding something that was beating noisily in his chest. Finally the door opened, Sunday rushed out of the elevator. Faris smiled at Sunday's playful, childish-looking behavior.

Relieved, it's a sense that Sunday defined after leaving the elevator. Without looking left and right, he just passed by. But almost at the lobby door, his phone rang.

"Sun, what's your analyst report?" Boby's voice was clear.

"It's on my desk."

"Nothing, I've been looking for him."

"really?" Then Sunday looked into his bag. The file was carried away by him.

"Oh this got carried away by me."

"Then how? Where are you now?"

"I'll be back. I'm still in the lobby."

"All right, I'll wait."

Sunday condemned his stupidity. Because it is not in full concentration, it is not focused. Twist his body and intend to return to deliver the file to Boby. Actually he was happy because he was free from Faris, but because of the file he had to turn around and meet him again. Ahh, it's troublesome. But now that Faris is not alone, there is Gina beside him. Faris was waiting for Gina. Evidently, they had just walked out of the front of the elevator now.

"You're back, Sun?" Tanya Gina was astonished to see Sunday walking hurriedly towards her. Towards the elevator, to be exact.

"Some are left behind." Answer Sunday. Yes, the analysis report file was left in his bag.

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, Sunday continued to pass and approached the elevator door. It was so bad to see them both.

Fucking playboy, he even let Gina hug his arm like that. He thinks this place is for fun. Gerrutu Sunday's.

Oh my God, why does it feel like this. It's always wrong to meet Faris. I'd better get out of the font. Now change her mind to complain.

The file has been given to Boby, Sunday back down. Her body is really tired today. Last night he was deprived of sleep because the environment at his cost of electricity went out so the fan could not turn on. Even though the window has been opened but still the air is very hot. Sunday walk gontai out lobby Font.

The sky is dark. Since working at Font, it has often been like losing time. It feels like just coming in, know it's lunch hour. I had just finished lunch, but it was suddenly dark. He's really busy. But Sunday likes its busyness. He likes his job very much. Of course, before Faris ruffled every day like this. Sunday so often worried about meeting Faris somewhere in Font. It really made him not calm.

Whether it's God's destiny or a curse, why do I have to meet Faris again and even now it has to be every day. Sunday lowered his head in a doldrums.

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The phone on Sunday's desk rang. Sunday lifted.

"To my room now. You need to revise your analyst file." Faris' voice was firmly in the phone. Lazily Sunday came to Faris in his room.

"This is a revision." Faris thrusts the file in a red filecase.

"But Boby has no problem with my files, sir."

"Hey, if I want this revised means it has to be revised. Boby doesn't need neatly arranged words. Once he understands what you mean, he'll work on the design. But your analyst's writing is going to be archival so I don't want any unfit writing to be archival." Faris' voice began to rise.

"Good Sir." Sunday turned around and intended to leave Faris's room.

"Where are you going?"

"Revised my writing, sir."

"Who told you to get out of my room." Sunday raised an eyebrow at Faris's words.

"Revisit it here."

"But, Sir. My softfile is on the laptop."

"And all the files are already on this CD you're backing up. Just use this and then the results of the revised burning on the new CD." Faris took out a stack of CD blank.

"That way I'm easier to keep an eye on you."

Keep watch? Am I a criminal who needs to be watched all the way? Batin Sunday is upset. Never before had he got the task of revising the report on the spot. Usually even if there is a mistake he revises in his own study there he can remain relaxed and not supervised like a defendant like this.

Sunday faced the laptop in front of him. Insert the CD and wait for it to be read by the laptop. After reading and then opened the softfile folder.

"Which part should I revise, sir?" Faris shifted her seat closer to Sunday and placed her finger on the touchpad of the laptop. The Sunday of Faris was that close. The reflex he rewinded almost touched the back of the sofa, giving Faris enough room to touch the touchpad.

"Your sentence is so ambiguous that it will give rise to a lot of understanding. And also your punctuation is wrong in this paragraph."

Actually he is a graduate of engineering or a graduate of Indonesian? Since when should the report language really be PUEBI compliant? Unconsciously Sunday exhaled a rough breath. Faris looked towards him. He hurriedly turned his face the other way.

"Wait for what else? Work it."

"Good, sir." Sunday tried to obey like a subordinate even though his heart went hyacinth because it was as if Faris deliberately pranked him.

"Do it right."

"Yes sir." Sunday started touching the keyboard and typing the letters. After finishing Sunday looking towards Faris beside him who was pursuing his phone.

Yeah, Faris is that handsome. From this side his face became more and more dazzling. It's never been Gina's fault for grinding her like that. Suddenly there began to be one, two, three, four, five and the number always increased butterflies flying in the hull. The sensation that had been like Sunday had never felt again and now began to appear again.

"Have you?" Faris suddenly turned to him and made Sunday misbehave because he was caught looking at him like that.

"Ehh, yes, yes, sir." Faris is back on Sunday. This time Sunday took his seat. Faris checked Sunday's work.

"good. Put it on CD. Do not leave a single file. All data and projects must be stored."

"Yes, sir." Sunday walks over to Faris's desk, picks up the blank CD, then goes back to her desk and pulls out the old CD. After that, just put the blank CD into the room of Faris' laptop.

The CD burning process took a while so Sunday had to wait. Slender. Although it contained two people but the room felt quiet. There was no conversation between them. Sunday had a glance towards Faris who was still playing his fingers on the phone. Sometimes scroll, sometimes zoom in, sometimes zoom out. I don't know what he's doing with his smartphone.

Done. CD room opens automatically sign the burning process is complete. Sunday took out the CD from the CD room.

"It's over, sir." Sunday pointed to the finished work.

"Where's the revision printout?" So inginya he came out of that place to forget not to print the results of the revision.

"Oh yes sir, will I print." Sunday mengotak atik again the laptop. Laptops and printers have been connected because they use a wireless system so Sunday just do the print. After finishing Sunday take printout results in the corner of the desk Faris then back to sit.

"Sorry sir, I need a stapler and tape."

"Take it in my top desk drawer." Faris reigned still looking at his cell phone. Sunday to the spot Faris pointed to. Then sit back. Disassemble the paper that has been bound and then replace some pages with revised ones. After that, I lick him back.

Sunday is pretty good at doing that. He deftly and neatly while working on the hardfile binding of his report.

"Already, sir." All Sunday work is neatly arranged on the table. Faris put down her phone and grabbed the finished file Sunday volume. Open them one by one.

"alright. You can go back to your room."

"Yes sir." Sunday happily left the place for him like that prison.

"Excuse me sir." Faris resumed her activities and just nodded. Sunday closed the door again and breathed a sigh of relief afterwards.

"How did he become that perfectionist. Or he just wants revenge against me. Well, I'm really in danger. Could he use the office to oppress me at will." Sunday looked furious.

"Look, if he dares to do things that don't make sense to me anymore I'll make sure I won't shut up again. He's it really..." Sunday clenched his two hands together.

Meanwhile, in his room, Faris put his phone back on after believing Sunday had actually come out. He breathed out as if he had been stuck for a long time.

"Hahh. I thought I could hold on but it still felt really hard." Faris slightly loosened her tie.

"There's a chance he's still that sweet. So adorable. I want to eat it." Faris laughed to herself.