Miss of Sunday

First Mission

Gina looked at herself in front of the mirror. He had come home from the hospital and was looking at his own reflection.

I'm beautiful. I'm attractive. Fashionable appearance. But why isn't that interesting enough for Faris? Why can an ordinary Sunday make him crazy? Is there something wrong with me? Or because Faris has been too often with beautiful girls so this time he wants to try a new 'mood? Ahh, definitely Sunday is also a small part of his adventure. In a moment Faris will also look back at me. Gina smiled still looking at her own reflection.

The door of her room was knocked and Gina walked over to open it.

"Non Gina, I've been waiting downstairs."

"Why?" Ask Gina wonder.

"Waiting for lunch." Gina frowned. Today is not his birthday. It is not the birthday of the father or his mother either and today is not an important date that there should be a celebration.

Gina's housekeeper had already left her. Gina closed the door and went down to the first floor to head to the dining table. Papa and his mother were chatting.

"Hi Gina, sit down." Her mother smiled sweetly.

"I've had your aunt cook your favorite food." Greet mommy.

"This rendang is so good." Gina took a seat at her mother's side.

"How are you doing today?" Papa asked.

"It's much better." Answer Gina flat.

"Is today a special day?" He asked astonished by the presence of his parents at home, incubated unusual.

"Special? Yes today you just got home from the hospital and we have no important business." Papa explained.

"Surprisingly, you usually always have important matters outside. Meetings, work visits, entertaining business associates, and many more of your important activities." Gina smiled cynically.

"We have plenty of time to be with you now." Mother said.

"It's not usually you have a lot of time. Did you do this because of my actions back then?"

"Gina.mama loves you very much. I'm sorry I didn't make a good mother for you." Her mother stroked Gina's hair with teary eyes full of regret.

"But that doesn't mean anything to me anymore now, Ma. I don't need you anymore in my life. I'm an adult. I'm used to living without you around me and I'm very comfortable with that. I have many friends who can be my solace. Which became my home when I needed someone who could listen to me."

"I'm sorry Mama, Gina. Sorry Mama..." Her mother is dropping tears now.

"Excuse me too Papa who often ignores you. Papa can't even fulfill your request. Ask Papa anything, Gina. Just don't something that can hurt someone else."

"You only think about yourself and the interests of others. You guys don't really love me. I even often think that maybe I'm actually just a pick-up boy. Not your real children." Gina stood up from her seat and went back up to her room. Papa and his mother could only see Gina's anger and could do nothing more.

In Gina's room she slapped her face on the bed. Outlining tears by tightness in his chest. His parents remain the same. They are more concerned with others than their own daughters.

Meanwhile Sunday still held his phone and listened to the voice from across.

"Daughter?" Sunday repeated the words of a woman who picked up her phone on Victor's phone. Faris opened her eyes while looking at Sunday.

"Hey, what are you doing with my phone. Give it back to me." Sayup-sayup heard Victor's voice from Sunday's cell phone.

"Sorry, that was my sister. He really likes shit." Victor's voice explained.

"Oh. I think he's really your girlfriend." Answer Sunday.

"What if he was really my girlfriend? Are you jealous?" Hearing Victor Sunday's words became a joke. While Faris glared her eyes angrily because Victor said that to his girlfriend.

"Oh no, it's not that." Sunday stroked Faris' back trying to calm him down so as not to act foolishly which could ruin his plan.

"I never knew you were close to any girl so I was pretty shocked to hear her claim to be your boyfriend."

"Let's just say that if you're jealous, I'd be happier if you were." There was a little laugh from Victor's voice. Sunday was getting kebat kebit because Faris was increasingly grumbling to be beside him.

"Then what's calling me?"

"Look, is your weekend having a show?"

"Mmm. doesn't seem to."

"Look, I have a friend. He wants to learn programming. I think Victor's brother is the right man."

"Why am I right, aren't you Font's employee, so you must be more proficient than me."

"It's not a matter of skill and no but I don't know how to teach someone. Not like you who are used to being a teacher. He will easily accept what you taught him from me who taught him."

"You've also taught, I think you can."

"Teaching SD children is only limited to microsoft office, brother. But he wanted to learn a programming language, it was so much different. I don't have that ability." Clear Sunday to avoid subtly.

"So I want Victor's brother to teach him. Want it, Brother? Yea?" Sunday pleaded. Faris who was next to him was getting hot cold with a little Sunday effort using the seduction.

"Alright, because he's your friend and because you asked for it I'll be his tutor."

"Yeeeyyy, thank you, sister. I'll let you know again after I deliver this good news to my friend."

"Yes..." Then Sunday stopped the phone. He saw Faris beside him who was silent. The cold was felt in that room.

"Has the AC in this room just been fixed? The cold is so cold." Sunday rubbed both his shoulders.

"So that's how you were with Victor?" Faris' face was covered in thick clouds and there were flashes of lightning in the corner of her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Sunday shuddered in horror seeing Faris in fashion: jealous like that.

"So you also used to get her seduction like that?"

"Ahh, no. Victor doesn't usually do that. I don't know why he was." Sunday laughed to cover up his nervousness to find Faris looking angry.

"Nobody can seduce you but me. Only I can be jealous of you. Whoever dares to act like me to you, I'll beat him up." Faris was already full of anger.

"Yes, no one would dare tease me. You take it easy."

"Then what was that? Victor seduced you like that. It must be because she didn't know you had a boyfriend. So tell her quickly that you're dating me."

"No. It's not. It must be because we've been best friends for a long time so he's been a regular with me."

"So, did you say ordinary? Well, you're caught red-handed now." Faris stared at Sunday with a grin on her lips.

"From now on don't get in touch with her anymore."

"Hey, you said I should get Gina and Victor close. Then how do I bring them closer without contacting Victor? You think I'm a pellet shaman who can keep them close just by using a voo doo doll? That's right." Sunday was upset.

"Ahh, it's up to you." Faris is also still upset even though what Sunday said there is a point as well.

"Alright, the pokonya don't contact Victor without any interest related to our mission. I don't want him to seduce you again like that." Sunday was almost out of ways on how to stop Faris from jealous and angry like that.

"Yes well.. Why don't you understand what I mean?" Sunday began to try to be gentle by leaning his head against Faris' shoulder. Immediately Faris gasped with the action of Sunday.

"When you're angry like this I'm so scared of you. You're like turning into someone else." Sunday clasped Faris' hand while slightly looking up at her state. And succeeding, Sunday's spoiled attitude could ease Faris' anger a little. Sunday commented on the thin smile when Faris did not show the overreaction again as before.

"You know why God created our fingers with crevices?" Sunday asked Faris as he put his fingers together in Faris' fingers and lifted her up.

"Not knowing." Answer Faris coldly.

"Because so we can hold each other like this." Then Sunday clasped Faris' fingers and then laughed cutely. Faris smiled. Sunday is opening up to him. Start being able to be sweet even express seduction even though it sounds very loose. But that was what he expected. Sunday can like it as much as he likes it. His heart warmed with flowers that began to bloom there.