Miss of Sunday

Mosquito Repellent

This afternoon Sunday was deliberately not straight home after his last lecture. There was another place he still needed to go. Bookshop. He needed a reference book for one of his college eyes.

Actually he is not a type of book reader but the lecture material of course makes him have to look for a lot of references so that the software program he created in order to fulfill the task can be created according to his design.

While in a row of programming books, Sunday smiled faintly at the view at the end of the shelf.

Faris and a girl were apparently choosing a book on a row of medical science shelves.

Who else is he? Maybe a doctor candidate. Sunday smiled cynically.

After getting a book that he felt was quite in line with his programming duties, Sunday immediately took it to the cashier and paid for it.

At 16:00 on Sunday out of the bookstore. It seems like stopping by his favorite ice cream shop will be a little entertaining after the dense lecture series and practicum assignments that have been waiting for him. It was not too far from the bookstore he had just been to.

The ice cream shop looked crowded, all the tables were full. Sunday dizzy looking for an empty table. Luckily a table at the very end had a couple starting to leave their table. Without a second thought, Sunday immediately approached and occupied the table.

Exactly, this is Sunday's favorite corner. His place was in the corner of the room, by his side was glass-walled, so he could freely look outside. Enjoying the outside conditions from here can usually refresh his mind. So enthusiastic about occupying this place, he even forgot not to order the ice cream he craved since the trip.

He left his bag on the chair and ordered his favorite ice cream. No matter how long the pandanus-flavored ice puter had been in his hands. When turning his body turned out his desk had been occupied by a pair of humans.

Sunday hurriedly approached but as he got closer he was sure to know one of the people who occupied his desk.

Sunday put down the ice puter and sat in his chair. Like nothing happened and nobody.

Faris who knew this Sunday table then smiled and greeted him.

"Sunday, I'm so grateful to you. Thanks to you I can sit here." Faris stared at the sparkling Sunday.

What's?! My blessing? Who let you sit here? Rutuk Sunday in my heart.

"Yes are the same." Answer Sunday pretending to be calm by commenting on his stiff smile.

"I guess you're the only one with a bag that good." While pointing at the bag in the chair next to Sunday as if hinting that the gift bag is good even though the intention is to tell that Faris knows it's a Sunday table from the bag that is there. Sunday just responded.

"Faris said you were his friend. So it's okay to sit here? All the tables are full." The girl opened her voice.

"Yes of course." Answer Sunday sweet.

This is a public place anyway. So there is nothing wrong if they sit together at the same table even with different interests.

Yes, Sunday wants to refresh his mind and Faris wants to date.

"What do you want? I'll bring it for you." Whisper Faris to the girl in front of him. Sunday smiled sinisterly as he turned his face away.

"Is chocolate cream on?" The girl asked back.

Sunday analyzes that this girl has only been to this place for the first time. He doesn't know the menu here.

"There's." Answer Faris. "What's your topping? Nuts, raisins, biscuits..."

"Almond is?" Cut the girl.

"All right, almonds." Then Faris went to the booking table.

Sunday had glanced at the girl he had assumed as Faris' girlfriend. I don't know what girlfriend I was. Her face was sweet, her skin was not so white but looked well groomed. Maroon-colored knee-length skirt and trumpet sleeve tops peach color linen cotton material make it look beautiful. Oh yeah, his wedges look perfect.

Faris' taste for girls is good. Of course, he's handsome and cool. There was no way he would choose an ordinary girl.

Very different from Sunday. Sneakers, midi skirts and oversize shirts are her favorites. Let Suzan shout at him not fashionable but for him comfort is the main thing. Windy, he's a bitch. He's the kind of friend who doesn't care about other people's looks. But as the son of a franchise restaurant owner whose restaurant branch is in several places throughout Indonesia, he is accustomed to buying branded goods including clothes, shoes, bags and accessories. So whatever is used, even though simple still looks hit.

As for Suzan, don't ask how girly she is. Even he memorized makeup tools ranging from foundation to remover which for Sunday is a very foreign thing. Because for Sunday it is easier to remember the syntax in a program than to remember the type, use and brand of makeup tools.

After Faris, Sunday still pretends to read the book he just read. But then his soul so could not bear to silence Faris' girlfriend who has one table with him.

"I'm Sunday, are you?" Sunday took the initiative to introduce themselves because Faris had not introduced them earlier.

"Mery." Welcomed Sunday's hand while smiling again. If you are a man, maybe Sunday will prepare to fall in love with Mery as well. Her smile is so sweet. "I saw you at the bookstore." Further.

"Oh yeah? You were at the bookstore too?" Tanya Sunday pretended not to know. Though he clearly saw Faris with Mery there.

"Hm." Mery nodded. "You're the informatics engineering boy?" Ask Mery later.

"See from my reading book?" Sunday smiled grimacing.

"Depends on the complexity of the software."

"Oh yeah, of course." Mery laughed a little.

"You're not talking about me, are you?" Faris' voice suddenly and the two girls turned their heads together.

"No!" Answer Sunday quickly. Mery just smiled

"Alright, here's your ice cream." Faris placed Mery's order ice cream in front of her. Mery looked really happy to see the ice cream.

"It seems you know each other." Faris said again while scooping her ice cream. "You know, this is Sunday's favorite spot. He'll even be sad if he doesn't eat ice cream here for a day."

" Really?" Mery stared at Sunday.

"No. no. That's not true. Not that bad. I love ice cream but not to the point of addiction. I love this place."

"Yes, she loves this place so much, she even studies and sleeps here." Faris was increasingly opening her secrets.

"Yes I know, he read the book here." Mery chimed in with still scooping her ice cream. "But, did you fall asleep?" Mery frowned as if in disbelief.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Faris quickly.

A moment later Sunday kicked Faris' leg at the end of his desk. Faris.

Sunday remembered that time. He really did sleep here. It was also because his college assignments were very much so he felt he needed something sweet to add to his energy but had just opened his laptop and typed in a few lines of syntax program he was already very sleepy and asleep. That was the most ridiculous thing he ever did. Worse, when he woke up there was Faris sitting next to him and can certainly watch his silly actions while drooling it. So embarrasing.

"Why Ris?" Mery is confused by Faris who suddenly complains of the pain of holding her legs under the table.

"Bite by mosquitoes."

"Where are mosquitoes here.?" Mery's surprised.

"There, the mosquito doesn't even just bite but it can kick." Sunday glared at Faris.

"Where, I see." Mery attention.

"No, I'm fine."

Sunday was caught off guard in front of the pair, who suddenly occupied his desk without permission. They really look like most dating people. Stare at each other, smile back and now even bribe each other exchanging ice cream tasting each.

Sunday really can't stand it even though it pretends to read the Web-Based Programming book in its hands. Not only was he single but he really felt his gaze had been tarnished by the romantic scenes being shown live in front of him. Sunday stood up and said goodbye.

"Ehm. I think it's almost night, so I go home first."

"Oh, okay." Faris answered while wiping off the tip of Mery's lips that were splattered with ice cream. Sunday is more difficult to see.

"Just with us." Chirps Mery.

"He's got a motor." Faris folded up the old tissue on his desk.

"Oh, okay. Careful, Sunday." Mery waved his hand. Sunday reviewed the smiles and passed away leaving them.

Arriving at the Sunday parking lot fanned his face with his hands. The atmosphere inside made it stifling.

"There may be someone who is not acting like that. Showing affection in front of a single person. How outrageous." Grutu Sunday while putting on his helmet.

"She said I was a mosquito. Hah, even though I he made mosquito repellent there."

Then Sunday started the bike but it didn't turn on. He forgot to put the key on. So upset that Sunday forgot that the key is not yet installed. Looked in a bag, hacked even glued into it still do not meet.

"You looking for this?" The voice behind him. Sunday. Faris held up the key with a mini bear taddy doll hanger in her hand. Sunday immediately retrieved the key as Faris approached.

"Basic forgetfulness." Faris said then with a big smile. Like taunting.

Sunday immediately put the key on, started the bike and then intended to leave. But Faris held back the steering wheel.

"You haven't even thanked me yet." Prevent Faris.

"All right..." Sunday rolled his eyes lazily. " Thank you." Then leave Faris.

Faris smiled at the pretentious Sunday action. Hoping for something to happen in Sunday's heart, Faris wasn't quite sure if it could happen.