Miss of Sunday

"Save My Heart"

"You here?" Sunday approached the girl.

"What's wrong here?" Ask Friday with a look of wonder.

"I'm on a walk." Sunday was a bit unpleasant.

"So far?"

"No, I actually live here."

"Since when?" Friday frowned.

"Oh yeah, I work at the Font." He remembered talking to his father the other day.

"Where do you know I work at Font."

"From Papa. Where do you live?"

"At kos."

"Where?"

"Consecret. I don't want you to come to my boarding house."

"So stingy brother." Now Friday even hugged his arm snobs familiar. Sunday took off his stepbrother's embrace.

"Don't come near me. I'm allergic to you."

"I can't make you allergic." Friday glanced at the figure of the man who was with Sunday.

"Then her?" Show Friday with her face.

"He's..."

"Faris. I'm Faris." Faris replied with an angelic smile.

"Oh my God..your smile... You were the one in the toothpaste ad, right? Your smile is beautiful." Friday's eyes sparkled with glare.

"Hey watch your talk." Sunday glared at him. Last friday chuckled.

"Sister, play home. Papa is at home. He'll be happy you're home."

"Can't promise. I'm busy."

"really?" Friday looked a little somber after that.

"Oh my God, I lost him." Friday in all directions.

"I'm sorry I have to go." Friday left Sunday and Faris in place. But then he turned around again.

"Oh yeah, Monday likes the bag you sent. She wears it every day." Not enough, he turned around again.

"I'm waiting for you at home, brother. Come with your girlfriend." Friday repeated his sentence as he ran away and showed off his big smile. It seems like he is really in a hurry and has to leave because it looks like he still wants to talk to Sunday, his brother.

"Bas with the boy." Mumbles Sunday while walking down the path in the park.

"Let's go home. It's so hot in here."

"You've been wearing a hat."

"I don't like hot weather. Let's just go home." Sunday drew Faris' hand. Faris was taken like that. But then Sunday took it off again.

"Why did you get off? You can take me. I'm your boyfriend."

"I don't want to."

"So you wanted to." Faris God.

"It wasn't intentional."

"Take it this time, too, unintentionally. I'll pretend I don't know." Faris thrust out his right hand.

"No way." Sunday is going faster now. Face blushing. Faris smiled walking behind following him. There are still shy girls like Sunday who are not familiar with physical contact even though they are lovers in this era. And that made Faris love him even more.

"So, who is he?" Sunday frowned his head towards Faris who was holding the steering wheel. They're in the car now.

"That collided with you in the garden." Obviously Faris because it seems like Sunday is a bit confused.

"Oh, he's my brother. Papa's son with his new wife." Sunday Gumam.

"Is it Friday?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, Mr. Subagio did like to name his son by the names of the days." Faris smiled. That's all Faris said. He did not want to discuss matters related to his father further. Faris knows Sunday doesn't like that.

Faris' car drove into his house. The turnstile automatically opened, Faris' car immediately entered the courtyard. When there was no movement from the car, Sunday opened his eyes.

"Why did you take me to your house?"

"Sleep here."

"What??? Don't want to."

"Just take a nap. What harm?"

"No, we can't sleep together."

"Who sleeps together?" Hearing that Sunday opened his eyes. His face suddenly flushed.

"You word..."

"I just want you to take a nap here. We don't sleep together." Sunday was still silently recalling Faris' words.

"Why?"

"Because when we sleep together we just sleep. That's it already. Nothing will happen and do nothing." Obviously Faris. Sunday understood.

"What do you think of sleeping together?" Faris.

"Basic dirty brain." He headed Sunday and got out of the car.

"Hey who's the dirty brain." Sunday followed him out of the car. Then I meant to go home through the gate but it was locked. The gate was also locked automatically after a few minutes Faris entered.

"Open the door, I'm going home." Shouted Sunday from near the gate. But Faris ignored him and went into the house instead. His smile was thinly lined.

"Based on this guy. Why do you like to imprison me. Why am I so stupid too. Why don't you just come down outside. Why should I fall asleep. Ahh, stupid." Sunday held his own head.

Upon entering Faris' house, she was absent. The kitchen and the living room are also not visible. According to Sunday, Faris was in her room upstairs. Then he dropped himself on the couch. Her stomach was so hungry that at the cafe, she ordered a drink and hurriedly asked to go home when Faris took her to the park.

"I've ordered food, so you can't go home." As if knowing what Sunday felt, Faris said that while going down the stairs.

"But after that I'm going home."

"No, we have to have a meeting."

"Hey, don't joke. It's Sunday and you're still telling me to work?" Sunday stood with his waist to Faris who was right in front of him.

"Who told you to work. If you want, you can't even work but I'll pay you a whole month, with full facilities and various rewards per day or per hour if you want." Faris looked straight at Sunday.

"Oh yeah? What good job do you give in return?" The feeling of Sunday was starting to feel bad.

"So my wife." Faris commented a smile, looking at Sunday inside. Sunday was stunned for a moment and then the next wrong behavior.

"Oh that again. I'm not interested in that job." Sunday's voice weakened and sat back down.

"Alright, then let's talk about the next mission bringing Victor and Gina closer together." Faris immediately changed the subject because Sunday instantly changed the mood every time he talked about it.

"Not that they've met and will definitely continue later."

"They need stimulation to get closer and closer and to like each other."

"Do you know how?"

"That's why I need your help. Help me figure out how Victor and Gina can become like each other."

"How's it?" Sunday thought.

"Ahh, I don't know. I'm not talented as a matchmaker."

"Can you be a little bragging?"

"Boasting?" Sunday looked at Faris strangely.

"Lying you mean?" Faris nodded.

"No, I am a boy scout who upholds dasa dharma scouts especially the 9th dharma. Responsible and trustworthy. So I have to keep everyone's trust by not lying." Faris frowned hearing the Sunday chirp.

"What are you talking about? I'm not your father-builder sister so you don't have to practice your pramuk dasa dharma right now."

"I can lie at least." Sunday blushed his lips.

"It's just a white lie anyway."

"What is a white lie?"

"Lying for the good."

"Where lying is sinful. Where there's good."

"Here you are, you have always denied me. If you dare to argue with me again I will..." Faris as fast as lightning brought her face closer to Sunday. Sunday reflex closed his eyes. And from such a close distance the skin of the Sunday face like glittering. His not-so-thick eyebrows over his round eyes with his nose and small lips correspond to his chubby cheeks. Faris gulped and brought her face closer. Getting close. And getting closer. Sunday who slowly opened his eyes so closed again saw Faris that close. Faris seemed to want to touch the part that was very tempting.

Tet... The bell of his house rang. Faris turned her face. Sunday opened my eyes.

"It must be our food." Faris murmured while still looking at Sunday. Looking at Sunday who was still stiffening Faris held back her smile.

"You can breathe."

"What?" Answer Sunday softly while still glued. But then it was seen that Sunday began to sigh deeply and exhale slowly after understanding what Faris said.

"Let me take his order." Then Faris went out to open the door.

"Oh, my heart..." Sunday held his chest. I think something is going to explode there. After that he also began to set his breath to normal again.

After receiving her order, Faris returned home and placed several boxes of food on the table.

"Let's eat." Take Faris.

"This much?" Sunday glaring.

"of course. You need a lot to eat. You're in a period of growth."

"Just boy. What do you think I am?"

"Dwarves." Faris replied while holding back her laughter this time.

"Just kid." Sunday pinched the waist of Faris who then shouted in pain but while laughing.

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"You should spice things up by giving sweet words to both. Like tell Gina that Victor likes to teach her because she's quick to respond or how it is. Then tell Victor too that Gina likes to be taught by him because Victor is so clever. Well, that kind of thing. You know, right?" Obviously Faris the other day. And this morning Sunday entered the Font with the intention of 'composing' Gina about Victor. Then we'll find a time to talk to Victor about Gina. This is really an early and very classic way for a matchmaker to bring two people closer together.

But his feet were suddenly heavy to step on when he saw the scene in front of him. Right in front of one of the elevator doors he recognized the two people who were joining it. Slowly Sunday began to approach them. Until finally he was right behind Gina who hugged Faris arm. His heart was like lying on a cutting board and was cut into pieces. Eager to forcibly remove Gina's hand but she realizes that it's madness because her relationship with Faris is a secret she wants to keep.

The elevator door finally opened. Faris and Gina entered the elevator with several other employees there. Sunday deliberately remained standing on the doorstep and did not enter into it just so that Faris could see its existence. Exactly, Faris could clearly see Sunday in front of the elevator. Stuck with a look that seemed to say, "save my heart". The elevator door closed again. Sunday sighed deeply and long and then took it back slowly. His brain thinks hard, then what are the plans they put together yesterday?