Miss of Sunday
Sweet Martabak
A knock on the door made Sunday who was watching the film The Nun in the middle room was jumped in shock until the laptop on his lap almost fell.
Who is this night knocking at the door. Just surprised. Rutuk Sunday inwardly as she walked towards the door. Her mother had already entered the room after finishing her dinner.
"Hi..." Greet the person in front of him with a perfect smile.
"What's the night here?"
"I just want to deliver this." While propping the plastic coated box. From its aroma reflected what it contained.
"What's this?" Sunday confirmed. The package was still warm when it came into contact with Sunday's hand.
"Your favorite sweet martabak." Answer Faris
"Well, thank you. Tumben's good."
"Hey, when have I ever been unkind to you?" Faris sneered.
Sunday stuck out his tongue. Faris could only feel anxious at the girl before him.
"You want to go in first?" Tawar Sunday to impress polite because after all Faris is still a guest.
"No need. It's night. Afraid of being raided by RT."
"Why should they be raided?" Sunday shudder.
"What do you think?"
"Nothing." Answer Sunday nervous because if the RT sir did a raid at night must have been a crime. Whether gambling, or acts of immorality. How humiliating.
"Of course I'm afraid of being raided by Mr. RT for not reporting to him to visit the people's house at this late hour."
"Oohhhhhh..." Sunday nodded in understanding.
"Basic dirty brain. Your mind must have been messing around." Faris heads Sunday with her index finger.
"Who's a dirty brain. I didn't even think of anything." Sunday lying.
"All right. all right. I'll go home first."
"Oh yeah, go home." Sunday. "Thank you." Say again.
Sunday had just entered the house once Faris disappeared from view with the black Toyota Rush. Then knock on the door of her mother's room hoping she hasn't slept. And sure enough his mama opened the door while wearing her glasses plush, the habit when it comes to writing or reading.
"What's your mom doing?"
"Creating an RPP report."
"Eat yukk." Sunday lifted the package in his hand while commenting on a wide smile.
"What's that?" Then Sunday brought the plastic bag-lined box to the front of his mother's face to give him a spark for what he presented.
"Sweet martabak?" Sunday nodded.
"You order food from the ojek online?"
"No ma, Faris is delivering." Sunday walk to the dining room. Put the package on the table, take a plate and then put a sweet martabak with a Sunday favorite chocolate-cheese topping on it.
"You don't like to bother Faris." Her mother took one piece and ate it.
"I don't know if he's gonna come by with a sweet martabak." The mouth of Sunday is full of martabak
"Faris is good."
"Hm." Sunday could not open his mouth full of martabak.
"He also seems like a sweet and polite man."
"Sweet and polite. Yes, she is sweet and polite." Synic Sunday comments.
Mama doesn't know she's even sweet to all the girls.
"Is it okay that he's nice to you?"
"What's the matter, ma?"
"You guys dating?" Ask her mom to the point.
"Ohuk... uhuk..." Sunday coughed at her mother's question.
"Drink.. drink..." Mama Sunday offers a glass of water. Sunday was bored after coughing for a while.
"No ma. It won't. Not likely. No no no and no." Sunday answered her mother's question firmly.
"Why not? Because he's a sailor?" My mom knows what Sunday thinks.
"Mama. It's all no different with Papa. Playboy, be careful, basket eyes."
"But Faris is handsome and kind." Her mother teases Sunday.
"Dear Mama. good looks and kindness Faris the market. Mama don't be so confident that you get Faris's good." Sunday fiery.
"I mean, mama don't be fooled by her physical appearance & style. Ahh, mama's not good enough to know him."
"How well do you know Faris?" Mama investigated.
"Faris's shop wasn't what you expected."
"Koq mama again?" Mama Sunday was puzzled because it was as if she expected Faris to live up to her expectations.
"How is Faris his son?" Mom's curious.
"Yes, ma. Playboy, his girlfriend a lot. It's everywhere. He always wears a kind & sweet style until the one he likes falls in love with him."
"So, she's nice and sweet to you too because she wants you to fall in love with her?"
"If he still dares to think so, let it only happen in his dreams. Because from the very beginning he knew me, he knew I hated the love affair offered by sailors for very good reason."
"But so far you've been fine."
"Of course, I accepted it as a friend because I just wanted to be friends, nothing more."
"If he wants more?"
"Who dares to hope for more. It's pretty obvious I don't want to have a romantic relationship with a sailor and he knows it very well." Sunday was very excited about his idealism.
"Well, I'm full, mama's going to sleep." Mama Sunday walked to her room.
Ana, Mama Sunday closed the door of her room and sat on the edge of the bed. He knows what his daughter is going through. It's like being traumatized to know a sailor after his father's departure with another woman.
#Flashback :
"So, how long has it been?" Ana, mama Sunday quivered in her voice. It was seen once he held the taste inside his chest.
"Two years." Subagio replied, papa Sunday brief still poking at the table in front of him.
"Well, if I can't be your only wife then I'm not entitled to anything." Ana felt her chest very tight withholding tears that should not fall. At least not at this time. He must look strong in front of the man who tore his heart apart by saying that he has had other women besides himself.
Although in his head there is a question how can the husband he loves with all his heart can turn away from him. Ana would never ask her husband what he was lacking. For her lack of it was not a fault that could justify her husband's actions against her.
Ana also does not ask who and how other women her husband because whoever the woman is certainly not better than her. A good woman will not marry a married man and can hurt other women.
Subagio looked at Ana. Figuring out why was it so easy for his wife to just let go of him. He only wanted to ask his permission to marry officially with the second wife who had been kept secret from his first wife.
His second wife was pregnant and in order for her son to have legal status, Subagio intended to marry legally as well. He is a man who is responsible for what he does. He decides to marry another woman when he is married so whatever the worst possibility he faces must be accepted.
That is why until now Subagio still provides all the needs of Sunday. And though Sunday never accepted his gift Subagio would always give it because it was his duty as a father.
"You're not holding me back?" Ask Subagio in a curious tone.
"I can't be with a man who doesn't appreciate me." Ana was still cold. "Go away. Let's end this."
That easy. Think Subagio.
I don't know, he became clueless as to what his wife, oh exactly his future ex-wife thought. It was all so easy for his wife to release herself to another woman. Deep down Subagio was a great guilt, but often it was defeated by his love for his second wife.
That night they agreed to separate. Ana makes sure it won't complicate their divorce and Sunday has to be with her. Subagio agreed but on the condition that Ana should not limit her movements to keep loving Sunday.
Ana agrees, because Subagio is her father after all and that is forever.
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Tiink! A Whatsapp message went into Sunday's phone.
Faris: how's the martab? Tastier?
Sunday: delicious
Faris: that is, the courier is very handsome.
Sunday: what's the connection???
Faris : So curious that there are 3 question marks there ðŸ¤
Sunday : don't distract ðŸ˜
Faris: okay, the taste of martabnya be good of course because the courier who delivers is very handsome so that anything he touches becomes something he likes.
Sunday : 🤮 narcissistic
Faris: still not believe?
Sunday: your explanation is not very scientific
Faris: the good looks of a person can give positive energy to the surrounding. So when the martabak reached you also have contracted my positive energy so it feels very good 🤤
Sunday: whatever
If no one took the initiative to budge, the battle for the mouth, uh, the Whatsapp message fight will not stop so easily.
