Miss of Sunday

Heart Broken

Gina sat in a cafe facing a glass of juice in front of her. His fingers seemed busy touching the smartphone screen opening an Instagram account. Faris's. Some photos caught his attention. A potato chip on the table in a room posted with the caption, "miss you." Gina knew Sunday liked potato chips and that Faris meant it must be her. Looking at the next photo of a footprint on the beach with the caption "no matter how far I sail, you are where I go home". Many of Faris's posts contained codes and according to Gina were on Sunday.

"Have you been waiting for me?" Victor greets Gina who looks great at her posel. Hearing someone's voice, Gina hung up her phone and smiled at Victor.

"I'm the one who came too soon."

"Well, you must be an exemplary student at school. You're so excited when you study."

"Not really, but I have high curiosity. So if it catches my attention then I'll try to figure it out. And programming has started to keep me curious so far."

"Good, it will make you focus and seriously study it. Stay excited like this." Victor did not take off his smile at all. It was nice to find someone who had a high interest in studying like Gina.

"All right, Tutor."

"I beg you to remove the word sir in front of him. I always feel old every time I hear it." Victor chuckles.

"All right, master." This time Victor laughed. Gina laughed too.

"Alright, let's just start our open class this time. I think you can start making a simple project now."

"Oh yeah?" Gina's face looked happy.

"What project should I make?" He became very enthusiastic.

"We can create a project program count with operations add, less, times, divide."

"All right." Gina opened her laptop and clicked on the programming language she was going to use and it was installed on her laptop.

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"Come here." Call Faris in the kitchen who seems to be frying something. Sunday who entered the central room was directly approaching Faris.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm frying banding brains. And this is the batter bakwan I want to fry, too."

"You're doing all this yourself?" Sunday stands on the edge of Faris' minimalist kitchen table.

"I bought these brains at the gift shop and this bakwan dough I saw the recipe on google."

"Well, why are you suddenly cooking? What demon is possessing you?"

"If what I'm doing is a good thing I don't think it's the devil that's possessing me but it's God's guidance." Faris smiled broadly as she said it while flipping her brains over the frying pan whose oil was leaping off course. Sunday also tiptoed to avoid the explosion of cooking oil.

"Rather than you just standing looking at my sexiness in frying, better help me stir the dough again. I don't think the bottom is perfectly flat." Faris' protest glancing at Sunday just pegged in place.

"Sexy? What's sexy?" Grutu Sunday while starting to stir the batter bakwan with a wooden spoon.

"Come here." Faris embraced Sunday's neck to get closer to her. Sunday jerks.

"What are you doing?" Sunday thrashed but Faris pressed it so it could not be released.

"Why are you going anywhere with wet hair?" One hand Faris was still holding onto the spatula.

"Because I just got shampooed."

"Don't haphazardly come out with wet hair."

"Why is that?"

"Later fragrant your hair so that others smell. I'm enough to smell it." Faris inhaled the strong fragrance of Sunday hair.

"let go. You make my hair smell brain-brain." Sunday took off Faris' embrace on her neck. His heart is pounding noisily. Faris smiled looking at Sunday's red face.

"You brought your sambal, didn't you?" Ask Faris.

"That." Show Sunday with her chin. Faris walked towards the paperbag containing the various sambal. Look into it and then take out the contents.

"Why is it written extra spicy all?"

"Because I like it spicy so Friday brought him that one. There are actually several levels of sambal made. But I like the maximum level of spiciness."

"Are you not afraid of diarrhea anymore?"

"If it were just the spicy sauce, I wouldn't have diarrhea when eating portions." Answer Sunday casually while lifting the brains of the bandeng from the frying pan. Faris was still reading the small writings on the sambal packaging. Sunday began to put the mud into hot oil little by little.

Everything is done in the cook. Sunday served it on the dinner table. Faris sat in one of the chairs. Then spoon the rice into the Faris plate, put the chili and brains and defaults into the plate. Pour some drinking water and put it next to Faris's plate as well. Faris captures every Sunday move.

"You've started serving me at the dinner table. Why don't we just get married?" Faris.

"Why didn't you marry the waitress of a Japanese restaurant the other day we came there? He's even more adept at the dining table." Faris laughed at once.

"You always have a way to seduce me. So it's not wrong for me to call you Don Juan."

"I'm not Don Juan in front of just any woman."

"Oh yeah? How many women have your Don Juan treated?"

"Just you." Faris scooped up his neck again.

"I don't believe in this easily. Seeing your lunge changing women so often you must have done it so easily."

"No. Only with you I'm like this. Just with you too I used to apply for a proposal that you ended up rejecting outright." Sunday held back laughter hearing Faris's words.

"Enak, but yes it is very spicy. I think my hull almost burned."

"You're hyperbole once."

"It is fitting that Mr. Bagio often carries sambal while on board. I think he's a sambal lover, it turns out he has a business making sambal."

"Papa really likes spicy food."

"Just like you." Answer Faris's origin. Sunday silence. He also did not feed any more food. Faris seemed to have changed the mood of Sunday. Then he took the bakwan on the table.

"Well, it looks like I can enter the master chef competition in the next season." Faris tried to break the silence.

"The teacher I made was so good."

"really?" Sunday began to react and took the bakwan and tasted it.

"Yes, pretty. But why do you like to cook?"

"Because you said you liked chef Arnold so much, so I'm gonna compete with him."

"What's? You take my talk seriously?" Faris opened her eyes. Sunday laughs.

"So I also learned to cook so that when we get married I can replace you to cook when you crave and become allergic to the smells of cooking."

"You know something like that?" Sunday probing.

"Yes of course. I was a married adult so I started looking for information about everything in the marriage. Including must be a standby husband."

"You know where it's coming from?"

"From Rima."

"I'm so scared of you."

"Why?" Faris poked bakwan into sambal on a plate.

"You should always want to marry me."

"Take the risk of dating a grown man."

"We just broke up. I'm so scared of having a different-age boyfriend."

"can't. We've been dating so we can't just break up without my consent."

"You're really..." Sunday shook his head and stood packing the dishes and brought them back to the kitchen. Faris followed behind him.

Sunday gasped as Faris was behind him, sticking his hands under the water faucet to wash his hands, forcing Sunday to stop washing his dishes. Faris took the soap, rubbed her hands according to WHO standards and then rinsed them back. Sunday was still stunned under the arm of Faris which seemed like nothing had happened and seemed ordinary to do just that. When he finished, Faris got up and walked out of the kitchen.

Glancing at Faris who was already away from him, Sunday heaved a sigh of relief.

"He really is flamboyant. How could he possibly relax just make someone else almost have a heart attack like this. Oh my heart, I'm sorry I've been working so hard lately." Sunday muttered with debaran who was still trying to appease him.

Faris headed for the terrace as he also had to assuage what he was feeling.

"How could he be such a magnet. Always pulling me closer to him. If only he was a squisy I would have finished packing." Faris held his chest which also pounded uncharacteristically when adjacent to Sunday like that.

"He's so sweet. It's adorable."

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Victor drives his car as soon as the meeting with Gina ends. His heart is like a mess. What Gina said made her mood go bad. However, Sunday is a person who has always been in his heart.

"After this you have a show?" Said Gina while putting the laptop in her bag.

"It doesn't seem to." Victor drank his moccachino again.

"Yesterday I thought you were dating Sunday."

"No. We're just friends."

"Yes, I finally knew that when Faris said she was dating Sunday now."

"really?" Victor aghast.

"You don't know yet? I thought you were so close to knowing that."

"No, maybe he's too busy to tell me."

"Or is he keeping it from you on purpose?" Gina said carefully.

Gina's words in Victor's ears. Sunday is finally dating Faris. That's what Victor feared. Ever since knowing Faris was the Sunday boss at Font, Victor had always imagined they would be back as close as ever. And it turns out to be true, Gina told me all about it.

It's just that it makes him confused, why is Sunday like to keep it from him? Why is Sunday secretly with Faris. Victor really felt meaningless for Sunday. He thought slowly Sunday would be able to accept it someday, but it turned out that what he had seen was true. As Sunday tells Faris that she is dating him, Victor begins to realize that the opposite is true. Sunday likes Faris, not him.

And after some time that Sunday was out of touch with Faris, Victor hoped his efforts near Sunday would pay off. But now his hope is only hope. Victor's heart is broken.

Victor still drives his car without knowing the direction. He wanted to make sure to Sunday about what he heard but then he broke his intention because he did not want to look too curious about Sunday's affairs. Finally he had to hold back his disappointment alone because this was not Sunday's fault. Sunday often rejects it but Victor thinks Sunday will melt someday. But in fact the belief is now evaporating along with the facts he found. It's just that what Gina said next also made her piqued.

"You don't want to take Sunday back? You're gonna let Sunday be with Faris? Isn't it painful to let the one we love have to be with someone else?" Said Gina who seemed to know that she liked Sunday and until now the sentence continues to spin in her head.