Miss of Sunday

Shoot again

Sunday went hand in hand with Lita looking for lunch.

"Sun, a mini market project when to install?"

"Tomorrow, why?" Sunday walks with Lita's steps.

"It's okay. Make sure everything is stored in your flash. Oh yeah bring his back up on the other pendrisk too."

"Ready." Lita always reminds Sunday to back up desktop-based software files at the time of installation so that the installation process is not constrained which can make client trust is reduced.

"Ehh, look at Sun." Lita pointed with her chin towards the Toyota Camry 2.5 V attitude black color that passed next to her entering the Font court. Although the car glass is dark, but in this bright place can be seen two people in it. Faris and Gina. The heart of Sunday melos instantly.

"I think they have a relationship. They are often together everywhere. And from the news that circulated, the two of them were lovers." Lita gossiped as usual. Looking at Sunday who did not respond to his talk, Lita turned to look at Sunday who was still following with his view of where the car was going.

"Hey, Sun." Lita pats Sunday's shoulder.

"Ehh, what?"

"Did you hear me say no?"

"What talk?"

"I can't believe this, you're so outrageous. I've spoken at length times wide, but you didn't listen to it. You're really too."

"Yes. yeah.. reset it. I'm so full I don't focus on this." Sunday chuckles.

"Ahh, you. Could be."

"What are you talking about?"

"There's some bird news..."

"Gossip means?" Goda Sunday by changing the word bird news to gossip. Then Sunday smiled.

"Yes, think of it that way."

"What's the rumor about?"

"Pak Faris and Gina are dating."

"Oh..."

"It is fitting that Gina is so close to Mr. Sasono. Turns out he's his future son-in-law."

"I think so."

"But they are a good couple." Lita's eyes sparkled.

"Pak Faris is handsome and Gina is beautiful. Sometimes I feel unfair, why is a handsome man always for a beautiful woman. What about less beautiful women like us? Don't we also need to repair the offspring?"

"Let's know, I feel like a good man is better for me than a handsome man." Then Sunday breathed a heavy sigh.

"Basic women. More important comfort than good looks." Lita chuckles.

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Working hours are over. Sunday packed some of his stuff and put it in a bag. Lita went home first. Boby and Mario also just left the room. Mr. Dedi still has a team leader meeting. Be Sunday stay be the last inhabitant.

After being sure all the goods were packed, Sunday stepped out of the room to the elevator. Waiting for the elevator door to open. Sunday came in. He leaned against the elevator wall. On the next floor the elevator door opened again. Two people were seen at the elevator door.

"Sunday, you want to go home too?" Sapa Gina's.

"Yes." Yeah." Sunday put on a smile. At first glance he glanced at Faris and saw him still indifferent.

"We're going home too. Want to go home together? So I know where your house is." Gina offers.

"No, no need. Next time." Sunday refused.

"It's okay koq."

"No, thank you." This time Sunday showed off his big smile.

"All right." The elevator door opened. Sunday is good for walking first. He will feel like a rickshaw brother if he has to be behind Gina who always hugs Faris' arm so. So it's better Sunday precedes them.

In the courtyard of Font, Sunday saw Victor standing next to his car. As he remembered Sunday he had no appointment with him but why he could suddenly be here. Sunday approached him.

"You here?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for you."

"Long time? Why don't you call me if you're here."

"Why? Would you give me a surprise not to? You should have given me a surprise."

"Give you a surprise? Why should?"

"Because it's my birthday."

"Oh my God, I forgot. I'm sorry." Sunday then patted his own eel. Victor looked pouted.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I completely forgot." Sunday shook Victor's arm trying not to get angry. A car passed beside them. Sunday bowed his head greeting to Faris and Gina's car.

"Ahh, don't be. I totally forgot. I even forgot what date it is today."

"Basic workaholic." Victor Cibir. Sunday chuckles.

"Then let's eat."

"You treat?"

"Of course."

"Yumoo..." Girang sunday. Victor felt Sunday was so funny.

"But you have to give me a gift tomorrow."

"Yes fine." Sunday. Then they boarded the car and started crossing the highway.

"My friend said there's a nice cafe around here." Victor said after they walked a few hundred meters from the Font.

"Oh, the cafe over there probably is. That chocolate pudding is so good."

"You know that?"

"If you mean that cafe, I go there a lot when I meet clients."

"Let's see if it's the same cafe I mean." Victor drives his car and starts pulling over when he almost gets to the cafe he was referring to.

"He's right here." Said Sunday.

"Oh so this. My friend said the flagship menu is seafood fried rice."

"I've never tried it. Usually I just come to meet a client and order a drink. But I ordered chocolate pudding and it tasted so good."

"Then let's try." Victor, who followed Sunday, got out of the car and entered the cafe, where the lights started to light up.

"When are you going home to your mom?" Victor asked after ordering their food.

"Okay, maybe next week. Why?"

"It's okay." Victor looked around.

"The romantic cafe. I think this is a great place to express love to someone." Sunday gave a wry smile.

"Take the person you like and say your love."

"I love you. It's." Already." Victor's sentence is fast. But it could be heard clearly by Sunday and made it stiffen instantly.

"You're nothing. Stop being like that." Sunday became misbehaved to hear Victor's sudden speech.

"I want to stop but I can't." Victor chuckled a little to cover up his nervousness from earlier. I don't know how many times Sunday turned him down but he couldn't even stop to like. The atmosphere became quiet between them. Until then so saved with the arrival of the waitress brought their order including two pieces of chocolate pudding as a dessert.

Victor's car stopped in front of the Sunday boarding house. Sunday down.

"You didn't offer me to stop by?"

"No, it's already night. It's not good for a boarding mom to bring a friend night."

"Well, that's how it is. I'm home."

"Be careful." Victor nodded and slowly began to run his car through the not-so-wide road.

Sunday breathed. How could he not feel anything about the man. Victor's pretty good, he's good-looking too. But his heart still could not control. Everything Victor had could never shake his heart. He still felt nothing for Victor.

As soon as Victor's car is no longer visible, Sunday enters his boarding house. His mother was still in the middle room. Seeing it like that, Sunday was like looking at his mother. Miss Uni also likes to see soap operas. Sometimes Sunday think if it has become mothers later what she will also like soap operas. Maybe he will forget his favorite action movies.

After greeting Ms. Uni then she went into her room. Put his bag and lay his body on the bed to unwind for a moment. While looking at the roof of the room, Sunday was still thinking about Victor. I don't know how many times he turned it down but Victor never got away from him. Sometimes Sunday feels uncomfortable with Victor but staying away from him will even be a discrimination because after all he cannot forbid Victor to be his best friend.

After feeling quite exhausted, Sunday entered the bathroom and remembered something.

"Oh my God, how could I forget." Sunday out of the bathroom. The toiletries are out. Soap and shampoo are used up at the same time. Actually Sunday had planned to shop after work. But because Victor picked him up, he forgot to go shopping. Be this night he had to go to the minimarket to shop for bathroom needs because he would never be able to sleep without a shower first before.

The front road is pretty quiet. It was only 9 p.m. But this residential area is always quiet. Since staying here Sunday rarely meet the residents.

Minimarket that Sunday comes in the area of shopfront residential alley. It was a minimarket franchise that was open 24 hours. Until there Sunday took some of his needs and did not forget snacks, potato chips. After bringing it to the cashier and paying for it, Sunday rushed home. His body that already felt sticky was eager to rush he washed with water.

Looking around the quiet Sunday so took the initiative to open his potato chips as a companion on his return trip. Sunday did not bring the bike here because the cost and Font he can travel with a footpath. He rarely goes anywhere, either. After work he was always in the boarding house, whether watching movies streaming or more often immediately went to bed because he was too tired, too tired, especially if there are meetings outside with clients in places that are quite far from the Font.

Still enjoying his potato chips with a leisurely walk, suddenly a motor out of a house. Sunday, which was right in front of the house so surged shocked to stumble and fall. Someone got off the bike and approached him. Sunday sat down and stroked his pained knees hitting the streets hard.

"You hurt?" Ask the guy to panic. Sunday turned his face towards someone who was crouching right in front of him and felt familiar with the voice.

"You... Why are you here?" Faris opened her helmet.

"You too." Sunday blinked his eyes trying to make sure his vision was not wrong.

"This is my house." Faris pointed to a contemporary modern design house behind him.

"Your house?" Sunday frowned in wonder. Again Sunday turned towards the house. Although long time not to the house of Faris but he remembered once that the house of Faris is not here. Not Sunday boarding house housing complex.

"Yes." Yeah." Faris looked at Sunday softly. They are still in their low position. The night road is quiet from end to end. Unable to get up from the fall, Sunday felt his body getting weaker as Faris touched his cheek.