Miss of Sunday

Faris House

"In my house."

"Why is it in your house?" Sunday panic.

"The work hours are over. Officers can go home."

"That's you who don't have any job. I have another project I have to re-analyze." Sunday look out the car. It was raining and they were still in it.

"What kind of work are you doing? Already, don't go back to Font this afternoon."

"Hey sir, you're a very strange boss. How can you ban your employees from working so hard."

"It's not. I have a job for you now, too."

"Job for me?" Sunday rolled his eyes. Looking at the astonishment Faris would give him a job.

"Yes, let's just say it's overtime from me."

"You're trying to tell the boss, to be commanding."

"You said you needed a job, I gave you a job you complained. You're really testing my patience." Faris brought her body closer to Sunday's. Sunday immediately regressed his body. Faris' face was getting closer to his. Sunday pounding irregularly gets Faris's sudden treatment.

"Let's get down." Faris takes off seatbelt Sunday.

"Do you want us to stay here until we're out of breath?" Sunday was still in his place to feel the pounding of his chest that had not subsided.

"But if you want, we can give each other artificial breath."

"Basic crazy." Sunday hit Faris on the shoulder for the sake of his last sentence. Faris.

"Hey, you hit your boss. You really are a subordinate who dares to die huh." Faris turned to tickle the waist of Sunday until Sunday felt very amused and shouted for mercy.

"Have stopped. Forgive Ris. Forgiver. Stop it, Ris. I can't stand it." Sunday laughed with his eyes. But eventually Faris stopped tickling Sunday. Sunday still left her laughing while holding her waist.

"I like you calling my name. Keep doing. Just call me my name." Faris looked at Sunday softly.

"I am not a disobedient man so I can call you as I please."

"While outside the font you may call only my name. Don't call me sir, it makes me feel like I'm the Fathers. Or you can also call me 'dear' like you ever did."

"Cannot be. Don't expect any more." Sunday's face flushed red remembering the incident when he did that first."

"Why? Because I don't love you anymore?" Tempta Faris accompanied her angelic smile.

"Hey, let's get out before it gets completely out of breath." Sunday diverted the conversation.

"Where's your umbrella?"

"I don't carry an umbrella in this car."

"How come you didn't provide an umbrella."

"Hey, when I get in the car I don't need an umbrella to escape the heat and rain."

"Ahh, you talk a lot." Sunday got out of Faris' car and ran towards his porch. Faris followed.

"Where, I'll borrow your umbrella."

"I don't have an umbrella here." Reply Faris while opening the door with the key.

"Where can a house not have an umbrella.

"I just moved, so there's not much stuff here yet." The door was open, Faris entered the house. Sunday still peering on the terrace.

"Why are you there? Let's go in." Faris returned and called Sunday. Doubtful Sunday put his foot into Faris' house.

What caught the eyes of Sunday after entering the house Faris is the impression of spacious and warm with the dominance of white and gray on the walls and some monochrome core furniture. Light gray living room sofa with graded color curtains.

"Come in." Take Faris who is walking more and more inward. Sunday followed. The central room of Faris is also still the same nuance as the living room. A sofa with a fur carpet underneath. There are large pillows of bohemian-patterned cheerful colors.

Faris placed the car keys on the middle room table that had an LED tv there. Then he went into the kitchen. Sunday was still standing on the side of the sofa.

"Why are you just standing. Sit down." Faris shouted from the direction of the kitchen that was straight with the middle room so that he could see Sunday from where he stood.

"Why is your house so empty? Where's everybody going?" Tanya Sunday was astonished because it was like there were no signs of any other life forms other than the two of them.

"Whose people?" Faris came with a soft drink. Put it on his desk, but he himself then sat on the fur carpet in front of the tv. Then he turned on the tv just any chanel because the atmosphere felt lonely. Sunday sat there too.

"Boat, mami and others?"

"They're at his house."

"Home?" The brain of Sunday rotates translating the meaning of the word from Faris.

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Faris while changing tv channels looking for a good show.

"It's my own house."

"So you're here living alone?"

"Cold drinks are not suitable for this kind of atmosphere." Faris complained after sipping a soft drink that he had just removed from the refrigerator.

"Anyone?" Birthday Sunday does not believe that they are just alone at this time.

"I'll make a warm drink. What do you want? Tea, coffee, milk?" Faris seemed to ignore her question and instead got up from her seat to the kitchen again. This time Sunday followed.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Yes I heard."

"Then why ignore me."

"Yes. yeah... I live here by myself. Wh why? You scared?" Faris is facing Sunday now. Sunday took a step back.

"Yes, I'm scared." The sentence was thrown away without Sunday knowing it. Faris.

"Fear why? Afraid I'll eat you?" Faris is getting closer.

"Fear I did something to you?"

Faris is getting closer. This time Sunday prepared to move on from there but Faris caught his arm first. Sunday stiffened.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go home." Answer Sunday rather shakes

"It's still raining outside."

"But I have to go home."

"No way, I've made two drinks. How could you just leave me." Faris took off Sunday and took the warm tea she made.

"This is for you." Giving a cup of tea to Sunday.

"You like how much sugar a spoon?"

"Two." Sunday is still stiff. Faris put two teaspoons into his tea.

"Out it's still raining, you can get drenched in the rain. Then you can get sick like that." Faris walked to the front of the tv that followed Sunday.

"ill? When?" Sunday frowned as he placed his tea on the table and sat down beside Faris.

"When you decided on me." Faris nodded afterwards.

"decided you? It's good, we're never together to break up."

"When you were at your college you said you were Victor's girlfriend. But I think you're lying if you're dating her. You wouldn't go home alone in the rain if you were his girlfriend. I saw you get out of Victor's car again and drive your bike home. I followed you until your house. And the next day I came to apologize to you, you were sick. Your body has a fever and can't get to college. You remember?" Bengong sunday. His memory of the incident seemed to be refreshed. So when Sunday felt that meeting Faris was not a dream and not a hallucination. It was real.

"Ehmm.. um. I forgot all that." Sunday pretended not to remember.

"Oh yeah? You forgot something as important as that?"

"No, I forget easily."

"I can't believe there's a forgetful like you. I remember what clothes you were wearing, shoes, bags..."

"I forgot." Sahut Sunday's. He did not want Faris to continue their conversation about it.

"I've forgotten it."

"Have you forgotten you liked me?" Faris asked with a gaze that somehow Sunday described her. Sunday was wrong to look at it that way.

"I never liked you." Sunday lirih replied feeling intimidated by that view.

"You lied. If you don't like me you won't cry when you say Victor is your girlfriend. You'll happily say that you're dating her." Faris looked straight at Sunday.

"I know Victor likes you but I also know what you like is me." Sunday threw away his face and smiled cynically at Faris' confidence.

"You still haven't changed. Always this confident." Sunday laughed a little now.

"You think all the girls revolve around liking you?"

"I'm not talking about another girl. I'm discussin' you. So don't add another context."

"Yes, that's how it is. I'm not who you say I am." Sunday drank his tea to disguise his nervousness.

"Now answer me." Faris again rained down on Sunday with her deadly gaze. Faris looked very serious. Sunday shuddered a little at him.

"Do you like Victor?" Sunday gasped at Faris' question and then looked agitated.

"Whose business do you like?"

"It's my business because I want to know if there's still a chance for me to like you." Faris stared at the soft Sunday. Sunday's face flushed feeling something. There was a kind of small glint in his heart that made him become agitated. A feeling that long drowned and somehow now seemed to rise again.

The rain outside still falls. The room immediately became warm. Clockwise beats become long seconds. There was a loud noise that was very disturbing.