Miss of Sunday

Dinner Banquet

"Who's that crazy boss?"

"Ehh, Brother Novi. Oh I mean Miss Novi." Sunday looks shy and shy to have been caught talking about Faris, his sister.

"What is Faris?"

"Oh no. No, ma'am." Sunday shook quickly.

"I don't think any boss here is crazy except Faris." Brother Novi smiled.

"You just got bullied by him? Aye right?"

"That's..." Sunday doubtful.

"I know the kid does like nosy. I love to play with others." Brother Novi is laughing a little now.

"By the way, did he bully you? Did he fuck you all out?"

"Not really, it's just that he's been acting around me a lot." Keluh Sundays.

"She is usually sweet on every girl. Is she like that with you?" Ask Novi Kak wonder.

"Is it because you broke up?"

"Ahh, I think so." Sunday chuckling answered Kak Novi's question which he answered with a baseless answer. How can they break up, even though they never dated. And again, he often makes me do things that sometimes have nothing to do with work."

"Well, that kid really did abuse the job. How can he make an employee do work outside his job description. I'll reprimand him later."

Kak Novi patted Sunday's shoulder. Sunday smiled at him.

"Thank you for your attention."

"I hope whatever Faris's treatment of you, it won't make you give up and get tired of being at Font. You should always be as professional as you said during the interview stage." Sunday immediately realized that maybe this was what was meant by telling him to stay professional while working at Font. Maybe you know this moment has come. When Faris became the boss and he as his subordinate.

"Good brother..." Sunday nodded.

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"Yes Ma. I came home. It's I'm out of the room."

"Why aren't you with Om Rudi."

"Mama. Wait for me at home with sweetness."

"You are stubborn."

"Alright, Ma. What a miss that is to me."

"Of course, how can you not go home for three weeks. I lose weight thinking about you all the time. It's not good to eat, it can't sleep." Celoteh Mother. Sunday stifled laughter hearing his aliveness.

"Yes. yeah, Ma. In an hour you can hug, kiss and treat me as you want."

"really?" Her mother's voice sounded bright.

"But that doesn't mean you can treat me like garlic or cinderella."

"If it's not wrong those are the names of the persecuted right?" Sunday giggling.

"You think your mama's a mean stepmother?" Sunday laughs. Sunday passed by Faris' house. At first glance he turned to look there and found Gina's car parked in the yard of his house. Heart melos.

"Sun? You still there?"

"Oh yes Ma, I'll close first. Just wait for me at home." Sunday hung up after his mother told him to be careful on the bus and urged him to take good care of his belongings.

Likes me? Likes me but takes Gina to her house. How can I believe he's changed. Sunday's heart was upset.

Sunday at the stop. This evening he went home. Today Sunday deliberately went home on time so that he could go home before late coming home. A few minutes wait for the bus to arrive at the stop. Sunday entering the bus.

Sunday entered the fence after the housekeeper opened the gate. Her mother was welcoming on the terrace. Sunday half ran to meet his mother like not meeting for years.

"Is your job too much until you don't get to go home?" Said Mama Sunday while embracing the shoulders of Sunday.

"It looks like I should talk to Om Rudi. He could have given a lot of work to his daughter. Mas... Mum Rudi..." Mama Sunday went to Om Rudi's study while calling her husband's name. Sunday went upstairs, to his room.

Three weeks without coming home, he could also miss his new room. But actually he misses his room more in the old house.

After a shower and rest for a while Sunday comes down for dinner. At the table there is Om Rudi.

"Hi, Sun. Let's have dinner. Your mama cooked all this for you."

"really? I was just about to ask if there'd be a celebration in this house." Sunday served one by one the dishes at the table.

"It could be to eat one RW, Om."

"Saking good to have you home, your mama's cooking this much. He's worried you're not eating well in the boarding house."

"Ahh, mama's overreacting. Then who should eat this much food, Om?"

"You. That's all I made for you." Sahut Mama Sunday from the direction of the middle room.

"Kill me, Ma. Before I die of satiety." Sunday put his head on the dining table. Pretend dead. My mom went back to the kitchen.

Coinciding with that someone entered the house escorted by a household assistant.

"France..." Sunday muttered to see Faris enter and Gina. Yeah, Gina's with him. Hugged Faris' arm as usual. Sunday's heart twitched in chaos.

"Sit down, Ris." Om Rudi.

"You too, Gina."

"Well, I feel so flattered to be greeted at the dinner table. I know we haven't eaten." Faris sat in the chair next to Sunday. Gina took a seat next to Faris.

"True, it looks delicious all. I'm hungry to see this dish."

"Om sure, I was excited when Faris brought me here. I'm very curious and want to know the Sunday house." Gina told me enthusiastically.

"really?" Om Rudi asked.

"Sunday, why don't you ask Gina to come here once." Om Rudi instead looked at Sunday.

"It does, Om. But I also rarely go home." Sunday.

"Yes, Sunday is now worka... worka.... what, Mas?" Mama Sunday brought her bakwan dishes from the kitchen.

"Workaholics." Answer Om Rudi.

"Well, that's." Mama Sunday looked at Faris.

"Oh my God, Faris.you look better now." Mama Sunday praised.

"Yes my God Mama. That's a shame." Sunday protested his mother who he felt was being flirtatious to Faris.

"Why? Is Mama wrong? Isn't that right?" Mama Sunday asked for the support of all the dining table residents. Faris smiled. A smile from an angel. Sunday glanced at him.

"Look Ma, Faris's got a big head." Sunday plucks bakwan.

"Come, don't look at it. Please taste." Mama Sunday does not care about Sunday complaints and lets everyone enjoy the dishes at the dinner table.

Dinner was interspersed with various chats. About the Font and about the daily life of the dinner table's inhabitants. Sunday eats its food with gourmand. It is undeniable that he misses his mother's cooking. Although occasionally his heart twitches to see two guests next to him.

Faris was still chatting with Om Rudi and it was seen that Gina was also following their conversation. Suddenly the phone in the Sunday pocket made a sound. Sunday left the dinner table and picked up the phone.

"Yes brother, I'm at home. I'm going over there. Whahuh? Picking me? Oh well then." Sunday hung up and went back to the dinner table.

"I'm sorry I had to get out of this banquet." Sunday pamit's.

"Where are you going, Sun? We have guests." Ask mother.

"I have an appointment with Victor, Ma." Faris immediately looked at Sunday with a glint of eyes forming a flash in his corner.

"But what about Faris and Gina?"

"I've made an appointment with him all day long, Ma."

"It's okay, Auntie. Besides, I came to see Om Rudi and Auntie. We could meet Sunday at the Font every day." Faris.

"That's right, Ma. Faris doesn't mind either." Om Rudi could only smile looking at Sunday. He understood that his return home was only 2 days so it was only natural that he used the time to be with his friends as well. Sunday was saying goodbye because Victor was heading to his house. But just opening the door, mama Sunday called out to him.

"What's up, Ma?"

"Gina's clothes spilled sweet sour sauce. Lend him your clothes to change." Sunday came back in. In fact, he could hardly stand the view there. Gina was always near Faris. And Faris who was comfortable just got a sweet treatment Gina. Take rice, side dishes, vegetables, serve it very well. The heart of Sunday was burning to see that.

Sunday chose the clothes in her room and gave them to Gina.

"This seems to fit you. Our chest width seems the same, it's just that our height is different." Gina received the clothes that Sunday offered.

"Deplace your clothes. I'm going out."

"Thank you, Sun. Sorry to bother you."

"It's okay." Sunday smiled at Gina. However, it is not wrong Gina likes Faris and makes Sunday restless every time she sees her closeness with Faris. There is nothing wrong with who likes whom. They are both single and free to like each other if that is possible. Thinking that, Sunday unconsciously breathed a heavy breath.

Finished changing her clothes, Gina immediately came out of the Sunday room and they went down together. After reaching the bottom, Sunday immediately went out to wait for Faris.

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"Ris, how long have you and Sunday known each other?" Ask Gina on her way home.

"Why suddenly ask that?"

"I was just curious. You guys seem pretty familiar. Though Om Rudi has not long married mama Sunday."

"The story is very long. And all coincidences." Answer Faris casually.

"Oh yeah? Hows it? Come on tell me." Gina whining.

"We have to book tickets until Dubai first because the long story if told can get there." Faris chuckles.

"Well, come to Africa I want to."

"Street but."

"Digendong by you." Gina Temptation.

"Turn my feet when I get there." Faris replied again and then they laughed.

"Let's tell me..." Gina still collected Faris' story and finally gave up and told him from the beginning that he was a friend of papa Sunday as a sailor on the ship and that one day left souvenirs for Sunday. Until the story comes to Om Rudi who married Mama Sunday so Sunday became his stepson.

"So you've known Sunday for a long time."

"Yes, that's it. But it was a coincidence."

"Yes, what a coincidence." Gina muttered then.

Faris' car is still on the highway. Gina's mind was still floating thinking about what she had found in the Sunday room. Hearts curious. A picture of Sunday and Faris wearing batik clothes sitting together was dropped on the floor of the Sunday room. And what makes Gina even more curious is that the photo was like taken at the same moment with a family photo that Faris displayed in her study. Family photo at Faris' cousin's wedding reception.

Gina remembered in the row of photos that they were all Faris family. Initially, Gina did not recognize the face of Sunday in the photo measuring approximately 24R because of the influence of make up but after seeing the photo that fell, it was, he remembered that one of the faces in Faris's photo was Sunday.

What makes him wonder is how close Faris and Sunday until he invited Sunday to come to such an important family event? One day Faris said the photo was taken about 2 years ago. Mama Sunday and Om Rudi are newly married. Gina thought Faris and Sunday had not known each other for long.

What is the relationship between Faris and Sunday? How close are they? Is there anything between them? Gina.