Miss of Sunday

Ikan

Faris' taxi drove away from her alley but her heart still remained there. The shadow of Sunday's face when telling her not to go kidding in her eyes. His mind was full of question marks. What's wrong with the girl. Why did he suddenly become strange.

Until the airport his mind is still fixed on Sunday. His heart feels strange. Suddenly he regretted why he had not asked for an explanation about his ban. It was like he realized something.

Faris opened her phone and searched her Sunday number and called her.

"Say you want me not to go. Tell me you want me to stay there with you. Tell me you forbid me not to go with Gina. Just tell me you don't want me to go with him. Tell Sun." After that Faris hung up. Not far from where he stood, Gina was waiting for him.

"You're coming too." Gina stood up to welcome Faris who came to her.

"Let's go in." Gina held Faris arm and started to step foot.

"Gina, I'm sorry." Faris looked at Gina straight. Gina who saw a strange look and a sudden apology from Faris immediately stopped her steps and turned to look at Faris back. His feelings were suddenly not good.

"Why?" Ask Gina slowly.

"I can't go. I wish I could go with you but I don't think I can. I have to do something."

"Something what?" Gina's heart wry.

"Something very important. I'm sorry." Faris clasped Gina's hand and apologized many times and ran away from Gina by pulling her suitcase. Gina was glued to her place. Cry broke. It seems he knows why Faris cancelled his departure.

Meanwhile Faris enters a taxi and asks the driver to drive her somewhere. He can't wait to get back to Sunday's boarding house. He knows what Sunday thinks. He realized that Sunday kept his feelings all this time.

Finally, Faris arrived in front of the Sunday boarding house and called him by phone call. Shortly thereafter Sunday came out and for the first time Faris saw Sunday looking at him with a different view.

Faris felt her chest almost explode as Sunday hit with her embrace. Some time he was fixated and confused translating the meaning of Sunday's actions that were unexpected. But then Faris knew what was going on. His smile expanded and returned the embrace of Sunday.

"Why did it take so long for you to admit it." Faris said after Sunday let go of her embrace. His face is still down. He was too embarrassed to show his face which seemed to be the color of boiled shrimp this time.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Why are you keeping quiet? You want to peck again?" Faris had already placed her hand on Sunday's waist and was preparing to tickle her.

"No. no. Don't tickle me. That's very ticklish." Sunday brushed off Faris's hands.

"So, do you admit it now?"

"Why ask that? It embarrassed me to know." Sunday blushed with his face so that made Faris very anxious at him.

"Well, I assume it's 'yes'." Faris smiled at Sunday's behavior.

"I feel so stupid for not understanding what you mean."

"That's what you are." Celtuk Sunday's.

"Hey, a few minutes ago we were just doing a romantic scene, why did you ruin it by thinking I was stupid?"

"Who thinks you're stupid? You said it yourself. I just chimed in on your words."

"But not by saying that."

"Then what should? I'm just being honest."

"Can't you lie to please me?"

"I'm used to being honest so that's my spontaneity."

"Spontaneity? Just be right. Just tell me you're that bad to me."

"Ehh, you're accusing me of being evil. What the fuck. I'm going in." Sunday prepared to turn around to enter the courtyard of his boarding house.

"Where are you going?" Faris pulled Sunday's hand so that her body turned again. "You've ruined my vacation, where you can leave me like this."

"Then what do you want?"

"The company I chatted with. I should have been on the plane by now and enjoyed my flight." Faris sat in front of the Sunday boarding gate in the form of stairs. Sunday followed.

"So you're sorry?" Sunday pouting.

"All right, go there. Susullah Gina." Faris held back a laugh seeing Sunday's manyun-like face so.

"Sure, can I catch up with him?"

"Yes, go..." Now Sunday sat back to Faris. Faris could not bear it and became extremely anxious.

Sunday was adorable for him. Everything that was on her seemed sweet and inviting to make her anxious.

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The phone rang, I know how many times. But the owner of the phone still remains in his most comfortable sleeping position. He had not been disturbed to get up and lift until finally his eyes began to blink by the glare of sunlight that broke through the sidelines of his bedroom curtains. Finally still half of Sunday's life picked up a noisy phone beside him.

"Yes. hello..." Sunday's voice was hoarse and lazy.

"You're still asleep? Oh, my God, what time is it?" There was the sound of bass nagging from his phone.

"Why call me just for nagging. You're just like my mama." Sunday evaporated wide. Hair's messy. His eyes are still open. Guling was also still faithfully embraced.

"You're the future great mistress of the Font owner, how can this hour still sleep."

"Hey, it's Saturday. I want to spend all my time lazing." Sunday was still in his bed.

"awake. You gotta get up."

"don't want. I'm gonna sleep all day. You don't know how I work on weekends. So I want to use my quality time to rest my body and mind."

"can't. You need to come to my house now."

"Why should I go to your house?" Sunday opened his eyes.

"You should spend some quality time with me."

"don't want. I'm going to bed. Already, turn off your phone."

"No, you gotta get up and help me."

"Help you? Helped what?" Sunday is sitting from his sleep now.

"Just hurry up here. I need your help."

"What help?"

"Don't ask much. If in 10 minutes you don't come, I'll kidnap you at the boarding house."

"Well, you just want to talk. All right, I'll be there." Sunday got up from his bed and headed to the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, he saw the clock showing at 10 am. After putting on the body lotion, he went out of his boarding house to Faris' house.

Faris's gate is open. Sunday just came in. But from the side of the house Faris called out to him.

"What's wrong? Until you call me come." Sunday sat by the fish pond next to Faris' house.

"Why are you late. I gave you 10 minutes and you came in an hour."

"I'm a girl, so it takes a long time to take a shower."

"What did you do in the bathroom for that long?" Faris brought her face closer to Sunday. He reflexes to rewind the body. A fragrant aroma entered his nose.

"You want to know. You dirty brain." Sunday nervously gets action suddenly Faris.

"Hey who's a dirty brain. I'm just curious." Faris laughed a little.

"Ah, so what's the matter?"

"I want to spend time with you. I miss." Faris stared at Sunday softly and made her blush.

"What the fuck. Just last night we met and now you say miss. You're a really bad woo."

"Hey, I'm not seducing you. I'm telling the truth."

"Honest chicken or honest bean ijo?"

"What kind of woman are you. When I seduce you, you laugh at me." Faris purportedly pouted.

"All right, you've seen me. So I can go back to my boarding house now."

"No, I still miss. You can't go home until my miss is healed."

"I want to do something with you today."

"Do something?" Sunday shuddered and shifted his body away from Faris.

"Hey, what are you thinking about with that dirty brain of yours." Faris narrowed her eyes staring at the probing Sunday.

"I'm just gonna ask you to do something but I see your imagination's gone wild everywhere."

"What do you want to take me with you?"

"Come here." Faris drew Sunday's hand to be taken somewhere.

"What's this?" Sunday pointed to a bucket near the outside door of the kitchen.

"Have you ever seen a fish?" Faris glanced at the dumbfounded Sunday seeing the fish clustered in a limited place.

"Not so, but why are there so many fish? Where are you fishing?"

"I'm not fishing. Earlier this morning when I was jogging around the complex there was a mother walking carrying fish in a bucket. He offered it to me. I see he seems exhausted. I bought it all."

"Then this much fish do you want to do?"

"He said this fish is good when fried or burned."

"Yes, but who's gonna eat it all?"

"You and me."

"Oh, you're really." Sunday hit his own head with his palm.

"Do you know how to clean fish before cooking?"

"Not knowing." Answer Faris plain.

"I've guessed, a playboy guy like you can't possibly do that. Because your only skill is to seduce girls."

"Hey, don't reveal my dark past. I've repented now."

"Not much talk. Help me get these fish to the kitchen."

"Yes fine." Eventually the two of them lifted the bucket together. Once in the kitchen Sunday began to clean the fish in the sink wash dishes one by one. Seeing Sunday busy, Faris could not help but get close.

"Why come here again. You're just gonna bother me."

"I'm just gonna save your hair from covering your face." Faris tucked the front hair of Sunday behind her ear. Sunday gasped and looked at Faris. His face met again got the sweet treatment of the tall man beside him.

"I love having your hair covered like this. You look cute."

"Oh yeah? But back then you even wanted to grow my hair." Sunday still washed the fish cleaned from its scales.

"I told you, I don't want to share your cute looks with anyone else."

"You're really possessive." Sunday smiled wryly.

Sunday was done cleaning some fish and then draining them in a container. Then he looked around for something in the drawers of the kitchen set.

"What are you looking for?"

"Cuisine spices."

"Here." Faris opened the refrigerator and took out a box containing some finished seasoning.

"You cook this?"

"No, I never cook. It was a delivery from Mami. He said let the housekeeper stay here to cook it. So I can still taste Mami's cooking."

"Oohhhhhh..." After that one by one Sunday smelled the aroma of spices to ensure its composition.

Sunday seemed busy. Faris was waiting for him in the living room while playing a game on his phone. Sunday drove him away. How not, when Faris in the kitchen was not the help he did even Faris always looked at Sunday and it was quite disturbing because he was wrong.

After all was done, Sunday put every result of his cooking on the dining table. Then he called Faris to come. With the spirit of Faris came to him.

"Well, it smells so good." Faris sat on one of the chairs and faced a bowl of fish soup. Faris then spooned a piece of fish into her plate and began to feed it along with the hot white rice.

"It feels like Mommy's cooking." Faris' mouth was full of food.

"And I put on the spice in that fridge."

"Oh yes." Faris chuckles.

"But next time I want to eat your own food."

"No, because once you eat my cooking you'll have me cook it for you."

"That's great."

"Why good? Then when do I have time to work if you ask me to cook for you."

"You don't have to work at Font. You're an owner's wife, so I won't let you work anymore."

"Who wants to be your wife?"

"All right, Gina would." Faris fed her again to her mouth in a relaxed manner.

Oh, so?" Sunday grabbed a fork and stuck it in the fish in the soup with emotion. Faris was shocked by the sound of a collision between the fork and the bottom of the bowl. But then he smiled at Sunday's behavior.

"I will still force you to be my wife even if you don't want to. Because what it means to have a life partner if it's not you."

Cesssss. His face immediately blushed.

The lunch is over. Sunday washed the last dish then placed it on the side shelf of the sink. Faris was playing the guitar in the middle room. One of his hobbies is playing guitar. Although not proficient but Faris can quite play using some basic keys. Sunday approached and sat down next to him.

"What song do you want me to sing? Lizard on the wall, my balloon has five? Or take the train?" Faris offered Sunday.

"It's all a children's song. I am a son of TK. Sinner, let me play."

"Can you?" Faris' tone of speech was an understatement.

"Look and listen. Don't comment too much." Sunday grabbed the guitar by Faris. Then he began to touch the strings of the guitar and began to sing with the accompaniment of his guitar quotes. Faris smiled at the lyrics of the song sung by Sunday.

Look at a point

Far away in the middle of the sea

Getting longer

Be clearer

Apparently form

That's the fire ship

Who is sailing

The smoke is white

billowing in the air

After the last verse sung Sunday, Faris looked at him fixedly.

"Can you be with me now that I'm not a sailor anymore?" Faris' question made Sunday smile.

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**Finally, after a long and long audition process I managed to find a visualization similar to Sunday. Hopefully Kak-Kakak not disappointed with the visual Sunday version of me yaa 😁

Do not forget to always listen to MISS SUNDAY in each episode. Give 👍 and make ❤ to make me even more excited about writing 😉

Good night and good rest... 🤗**