Miss of Sunday

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Sunday enters Victor's car.

"A guest in your house?"

"Yes." Yeah." Sunday began to sit in the seat.

"This is for you. Sunday offered a paperbag.

"What's this?"

"Your very late birthday gift." Sunday smile.

"You shouldn't bother."

"That time you said I had to give you a gift but now why do you say that."

"This is just my image. Shy but willing." Victor laughed and kept the paperbag in the back seat.

"So where are we going?"

"Today there's a new franchise opening for Windy. So, let's go there."

"All right..." Victor happily drove his car out of the new Sunday residential complex area.

In a restaurant franchise looks in the parking lot there are several cars parked. Sunday gets out of the car and walks hand in hand with Victor entering the Windy franchise restaurant. Windy welcomed them. Suzan had also been seen there with her boyfriend.

"Did I miss something?" Windy whispers in Sunday's ears.

"What?" Sunday wonder.

"You and Mr Victor?" Windy teased.

"No, we're still good friends."

"Oh yeah? All this time just good friends?" You're also like his friend."

"We'll just be friends, nothing more." Sunday looked at Victor who was chatting with Suzan and her boyfriend at the corner table of the room among other guests.

"Why? Still can't move on from Faris? Hasn't it been a long time since you've been in contact with each other?" Sunday took a breath. Windy doesn't yet know that Faris is now his boss at Font.

"The three of us are too busy with each other's activities to not have time to tell stories like before." Sunday chuckled.

"Hey, did I really miss something?" Windy looked straight at Sunday.

"Faris is the project sponsor at Font."

"What???" Windy until wide awake to hear the Sunday narration.

"Yes, Font is a software house run by the Faris family. He replaced his papa there."

"Then?" Windy was curious how Sunday lived out her days after one workplace with Faris.

"That's how..." Sunday breathed heavily but slowly.

"I know you still like it." Windy clasped Sunday's hand. Yes, Windy and Suzan were witnesses when Sunday cried because of the dilemma of that time. He likes Faris but Faris is a sailor. He could not remove his trauma. Every time he heard the word sailor, Sunday immediately remembered how his mother was abandoned by his father. How his mother had been stuck in grief for her papa preferring another woman as her life companion.

"You know it so much." Said Sunday while smiling wryly.

"If you can forget Faris, it won't be hard for you to accept Mr. Victor." Windy looked at Sunday desperately trying to figure out what his best friend was really thinking.

"Sir Victor is pretty good, he's handsome, he doesn't give up easily and he obviously likes you. I see that he also seems sincere towards you. Then how could a normal woman resist him like you did."

"I don't know. I feel like I'm stupid. I can't tell the difference between good and bad for myself. I was too selfish. I'm just looking for comfort for myself."

"Are you comfortable with your solitude?"

"Yes..."

"You're comfortable with solitude or you want to make sure that without Faris you're okay?"

"Stop that..." Sunday's eye light suddenly dimmed. Seeing that, Windy knew Sunday was feeling upset.

"Hey, by the way then how about when you meet back with Oppa Faris. Ahh, she still wants what can I call Oppa?" Windy laughed lightly.

"It's normal."

"really? Does your heart still feel like it's electrocuted when you see it?" Windy Temptation.

"Kesetrum? Is Faris an electrical cable?" The face of Sunday blushed.

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After from his home, Sunday had stopped by his boarding house first to put the luggage of his mother's imposition. Abon, snacks and all the needs of Sunday eating are packed into one large bag of supplies. Her mother thought Sunday would not eat if it was not available. So by providing food then Sunday will definitely eat. Mama knew Sunday would feel affection if her mother's cooking was missed. Finally the innate as much as that half he shared for Bu Uni.

At 8am Sunday left the boarding house. Passing through Faris' house he tried not to look. He didn't want Faris to see him all of a sudden. So every time you pass the House, Sunday will behave as habitually as possible.

"Hey, don't you want to stop by first?" Sunday stopped and closed his eyes before turning to the source of the sound.

"No, thank you. I'm in a hurry." Sunday turned his body.

"Then go with me."

"No, I'm going to walk to stay in the sun longer."

"Oh of course, morning sunlight is good for your bone growth." Faris laughing. Sunday blushed his lips.

"It's so lazy with you." Sunday hurried to turn around without excuse. He walked down the road as usual. Until a car horn sounds. Faris smiled from his car and passed ahead of Sunday.

"Basic boss, Font distance is as close as it should be to drive a car. Show-offer." Grutu Sunday looked at the back of Faris' car.

Arriving at the Font lobby, someone equalled the steps of Sunday.

"I hate monday." Complain Gina.

"New day, get excited." Sunday looked at him, still walking towards the elevator.

"I still want to enjoy my day off. Ahh. I really need a vacation. I wish I could apply for a vacation." Gina was holding her Sunday arm as usual. In Font Gina does not know many familiar employees. He was a bit picky, friend. Making friends with Sunday was the right course of action for him as he was Om Rudi's stepson who was clearly his background.

"I envy you with such a full battery. You always seem to have 100% energy to work hard." Gina put her head on Sunday's low shoulders.

"Is it because you have someone you like here?" Gina probes.

"No. no. I don't have anyone I like here. I don't want to be involved in love with the location." Sunday hastily dismissed Gina's accusations.

"Sometimes I wish Faris and I were really dating and then we'd be stealing hours to be together. Yes even if only to greet each other or look at each other while glancing their eyes. How romantic." Gina was now smiling to herself. Sunday smiled wryly at the romantic imagination at Gina's workplace.

"Some time here isn't there a single guy who catches your eye?" Sunday flinched but then returned to his usual attitude.

"Nothing."

"really?"

"I've told you I love my job too much so I don't have time to love the others."

"Well, you're terrible. Dating with work. What a millennial woman." Gina clucked. Sunday smiled broadly.

The elevator doors opened, Gina and Sunday entered. Gina went down on the floor where she worked and Sunday went on to the 4th floor. But when he arrived at the 4th floor and the elevator door opened, he saw Faris standing in front of him. Sunday was about to step out but from the outside Faris even entered while stretching his hands so that Sunday could not get out until the elevator door closed again.

"What time are you home?" Ask Faris suddenly.

"Where's it coming from?" Sunday did not understand Faris's direction.

"When you're with Victor."

"Oh that. Why the hell?" Sunday knitted both his eyebrows.

"I told you not to get too close to him. You're not dating her, are you?" The elevator door opened, and Faris pulled out Sunday's hand to bring her into her room.

"Ehh, what the hell is this? My room's not here. I'm going down." Faris ignored Sunday and took him in and invited him to sit on the sofa.

"Jawab my question first. You're not in a relationship with Victor, are you?"

"I want a relationship with Victor that has nothing to do with you. So, why do you care?"

"I told you I like you. That's what makes me care about that." Sunday stiffened. Although this was not the first time Faris had said it but every time he heard it Sunday gasped and pounded above normal.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I like you and want you to be honest and say the same thing." Sunday smiled cynically.

"I'm out of words for you. I can't talk anymore. I'm a statue now." Sunday sat quietly without saying any more words. Faris was very nervous. At a time like this Sunday was still joking.

"Okay, if you're a statue that means you can't move. And the mumpung can't move, I'll..."

"Heh, what will it be?" Sunday glared at Faris.

"The statue can't talk. So don't talk, let me do it."

"Do what?" Sunday grew more horrified and shifted his seat.

"The statue cannot move. Come here." Come here."

"No way." Sunday was heading for the exit.

"Hurry here. Before I eat you."

"Tidaa.kk..." Sunday ran towards the door but Faris could read his mind so before Sunday until Faris had already blocked the door.

"Come on, don't play around anymore. I gotta get downstairs soon."

Suddenly Sunday's phone rang. Litta.

"Who called you?" Faris was suspicious.

"You know." Then Sunday got the call.

"Yes, I'm already at the font. It's just that I have to do something first. I'll be there soon." Then Sunday hung up the phone. But he jumped in shock when he did not realize Faris was beside him and eavesdropped on his conversation with Lita.

"Ahh, just surprise." Sunday hit Faris' shoulder. Faris pitted and sat down. Sunday panicked because it was the hardest blow he had ever taken.

"Awww, it hurts a lot." Complain Faris.

"Which one? Does it hurt so much?" Sunday stroked Faris' shoulder.

"Not that side."

"Where's that?" Sunday still groped Faris' shoulder.

"Next here." Faris placed Sunday's hand right on her chest. At the right point where Faris's pounding feels very fast. Sunday gasped and suddenly felt the same way.

They felt each other's thump with eyes that spoke to each other. Yes, speaking from heart to heart.

Suddenly the door opened.

"France..." With her cherry-typical voice Gina called Faris' name as it appeared on the open door. But then he was glued to his place to see Faris and Sunday sitting that close by, looking at each other and holding hands.

"What are you doing?"

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**Hi Brothers, this is how Gina's expression when she caught Faris and Sunday together.

If you are all brothers, what would you do if you saw a loved one close to someone else?

If I must directly buy ice cendol sekolam continue to melt in it so as not to 'hot in' 😁

Btw, thank you for faithfully waiting for my story to come out and encouraging with 👍 and making MISS HARI SUNDAY as ❤

It's all very valuable to me 🤗

See you next episode... 😊**