Miss of Sunday

Frow

Victor saw a car approaching him. The closer it gets, the clearer who's in the car. Sunday and Faris. Her heart melted seeing them together like that. When Faris's car stopped he could see the two seem to talk then immediately Victor was like burning as Faris peeked his Sunday forehead in front of him. But he covered it tightly and pretended to see nothing as Sunday walked up to him.

Meanwhile Faris smiled sinisterly looking at Victor who was in front of her.

"You know, Sunday is my boyfriend now and he just likes me. So no matter how hard you try, she'll still be my boyfriend." Faris murmured while turning his car back to get into his yard. He accidentally kisses Sunday suddenly because he wants to show Victor that Sunday has become his girlfriend. So Victor would back off and stop approaching Sunday.

Sunday is in front of Victor now.

"What's up, brother? Been waiting for me?" Sapa Sunday is made as usual as possible for what she has just experienced. He knew Victor could see that, too.

"Yes, that's fine." Victor replied with still a spark in his chest that made his heart almost charred to see the intimacy of Sunday and Faris.

"Why not call me first?"

"Why? Are you afraid Faris is jealous of me seeing you?"

"No, not so." Sunday shook his hands a little nervously. He understood that Victor knew now that Faris was his girlfriend. Sunday slightly regretted Faris's sudden action earlier. It made him feel ashamed to face Victor.

"You're dating, aren't you?"

"Mmm.. that..." Sunday is confused as to what to answer because he actually does not want anyone to know about his relationship with Faris. But Faris blatantly kissed her in front of Victor. Of course it makes the relationship very visible.

"It's okay you guys are dating." Victor let out a heavy sigh after saying that.

"I just need to stop."

"I want us to be friends no matter what."

"Of course it's very easy for you. But instead, it feels so hard for me." Hearing that Sunday so realized it was wrong to say it. He suddenly became very selfish.

"I'm sorry." Sunday's voice was weak.

"Sorry for what?" Victor frowned.

"Don't apologize. It makes me a very sad person for making you feel guilty."

"No, that's not what I meant. It's just that I was too selfish to force you to feel what I wanted. You should be free to do and feel whatever you want."

"That doesn't mean Sunday. I finally knew you and Faris were together so I had to know myself and give up."

"Sister.you're a very pleasant person. I'm sure there are a lot of girls who like you. I used to hear from female students that you were like their idol. Handsome, clever, kind and lots of compliments from them..."

"But love is about the heart. No matter how good I think I am, in fact I cannot melt your heart. And no matter how many compliments they give, I can't easily fall for any one of them, except you." Victor stared straight at Sunday. The look was like a knife that skinned his heart. Pain felt by the pity that enveloped and made Sunday's eyes glazed.

"It's getting dark. I'd better go home. I've got enough answers from you. May you always be happy." Victor wore a smile that seemed to be very forced.

"May Brother also soon meet a kind girl who loves sincerely."

"Yes, hopefully." Victor got into his car. Sunday was still standing in front of his boarding gate until sure Victor was invisible to his gaze.

"Finally go, too, the man." Faris took off the binoculars from her eyes. He deliberately watched Sunday and Victor from the 2nd floor of his house using binoculars because he did not want to miss if there were things that he did not want to happen on Sunday.

Sunday enters its boarding. Miss Uni who was receiving the phone smiled welcoming Sunday. But then Sunday headed to his room and let Bu Uni continue chatting with someone on the phone.

Sunday's cell phone rang calling her who was taking off Faris's coat which had been covering her body. I don't know what Victor thinks of him. How can Sunday wear a men's suit when meeting him.

"Why did you guys talk so long. What are you guys talking about?" Spray Faris without muqadimah first.

"Why is that?" Sunday will not lose.

"You love spying on me. Like I'm a fugitive cop."

"You're more than that. You are my prisoner."

"What's? Your prisoner? How can I be your prisoner? On what basis?"

"Because you've done me a crime."

"Hey, I'm not a criminal. So what crime have I committed on you that I deserve to be your prisoner."

"Because you stole my heart." Faris lirih. Actually between feeling funny as well as happy to be the one that is currently felt Sunday. But he could only smile at her without making any sound.

"Sunday.. You're not sleeping, are you?"

"Where can I sleep in such a wet shirt."

"I thought you were asleep hearing my beautiful voice."

"Here you go, I'll change my clothes and take a shower." Sunday hung up the phone unilaterally. Then slowly he elus his forehead that was frowned upon by Faris. It was over but Sunday felt that it still stuck. Then he hurriedly entered the bathroom to clean himself up.

🌸🌸🌸

This morning, Sunday was leaving earlier than usual. He did not want to meet Faris when he left for work. Since Faris kissed him, Sunday so embarrassed if you have to meet him. Even last night Sunday had washed his face many times but the taste of the kiss was still there.

"Do I have to wash it with seven flowers so that the taste can be lost." Sunday still felt his forehead. And every time you remember the incident, Sunday's face warms up.

"Basar Faris is stupid. It's as if kissing someone else's forehead without excuse." Sunday hastened its pace towards Font.

Faris: come to my room at break time

Sunday read Faris' message and put her phone back on the table without replying to her first.

It's good to come to him at break time. He thinks I don't need lunch? He was so lazy with her anyway. He would definitely keep me in his room and not let me out until he was content to prank me with his various tricks. He really never got tired of pranking me to stay close to him. He thinks I don't know what his foul wits are. Sunday grunts entrenched the behavior of Faris who is often ignorant but too.

Until Sunday break down for lunch. Lita said she had an appointment with someone at lunchtime so this time Sunday had to have lunch alone. He doesn't expect to be eating lunch with Gina like he used to. Every time you meet him Sunday feels like a dilemma. Between feeling guilty and jealous at the same time. Feeling guilty for dating Gina and jealous because Gina always tell stories about her closeness to Faris. And even after she found out Sunday was dating Faris she still did not hesitate to tell him about Faris' kindness and concern. And if it is so, Sunday will pretend to look fine even though his heart feels the need for a satay fan because it starts to heat up.

The cafeteria this afternoon was quite crowded. Sunday took a seat near the door. From here he could look outside so he could all seek entertainment by looking at the wider side outside the cafeteria. Sunday feeds her lunch as Faris and Gina pass by the exit.

Where are they going? Have lunch together? Well, this is not true. How could they do that without my knowledge. It's called infidelity. Sunday put the spoon back. Suddenly his appetite just disappeared. Sunday pensive at his desk alone. Eating alone was already very torturous, this even caught Faris going with Gina. It was like falling down a ladder. The pain is here.

Sunday walked out looking for fresh air but did not so he did because the weather was too hot. Then he went back inside and climbed the emergency stairs to his study. Walking one by one up the stairs while regretting his decision that ignored the contents of Faris' message.

"If I had come to see him, he probably wouldn't have gone with Gina." Sunday regrets.

"But why do I feel guilty? Couldn't Faris have turned it down when Gina took him away." Sunday rethinking.

"But Gina knows Faris is my boyfriend now. He should have been able to refuse his invitation to keep my feelings." Sunday kept thinking.

"Ahh, but I'm also that bad. I'm also dating someone Gina likes. So I assume this is my karma." Sunday's face became sad to trace the stairs he was riding.

"So, I'm confused myself. Better stay in my room until the break is over." Without feeling Sunday to the 4th floor. Passing through the elevator just as the elevator door opened and Faris came out of it. Sunday almost jumped to see the tall man almost hit him.

"Hey, can't you see me in front of you?"

"I think there is a voice but why is there no form? An ant or a talking dwarf?" Faris pretended not to be aware of the existence of Sunday there.

"It's so lazy with you." Sunday shakes off leaving Faris. Faris chased after him, pulling his hand until Sunday turned and his back hit the wall of the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Ask Faris grinning.

"I'm going to my room." Sunday means to go. But Faris' arm resting on the wall blocked Sunday.

"Why are you here? Isn't your room on the 5th floor."

"Yes, but I'm having some business with someone here." Sunday rolled his eyes lazily hearing Faris' words. Just a moment ago, he was with Gina.

"Why didn't you come to fulfill your boss' orders?"

"Bos what told his men to work in hours of rest. You think this is rodi's work. Or romusha?" Sunday means to go from the other side. But one hand of Faris closed the Sunday road as well. So Sunday seemed to be confined between Faris's sturdy arms and could do nothing but look straight at Faris' face which was only a short while in front of him.

"I told you to come as my girlfriend, not as my employee. Does that have anything to do with rode work?"

"It could be."

"So you think the Dutch colonists told the indigenous people to do the roodi work because they like the indigenous people?" Faris held back a laugh.

"I told you to come because I have a little business with you."

"What?" Sunday solot.

"I'm still wondering what you talked to Victor about yesterday."

"Secret."

"Hey, I'm your girlfriend. Why are you keeping it a secret? That's very suspicious."

"Just be wild. You like to interfere in other people's business."

"Who is the other guy? You're my girlfriend so I deserve to know whatever I want to know about you."

"Basic possessive."

"Will not say it? All right, I'm gonna kiss you more than I did yesterday." Hearing that Sunday's chest warmed up again. Recall how without warning Faris touched his forehead with his lips. Looks like Faris isn't messing around. He really brought his face closer to the face of Sunday who every second more panicked.

"Hi Lita, this is nothing." Faris turned to look at Sunday speaking. The opportunity was taken by Sunday to break out of Faris's confinement through under his arm. Realizing the Sunday trick, Faris grew increasingly anxious and chased after Sunday and caught him and lifted Sunday's cute body to the elevator at the end of the hallway.

"Oh my God, it's Lita."

"You want to lie to me again?" Faris did not care about the word Sunday anymore after having just been lied to.

"i'm serious. I'm not lying."

"Let's see." Faris turned around still in the same position. But he was also shocked when the one standing in front of the elevator was actually Lita. Faris immediately dropped Sunday.

"I didn't see anything. I just happened to pass by. Please continue." Lita became confused by the romantic scene in the style of Sunday and Faris. He then entered the door of his room.

"Look at the consequences of your ridiculousness. Lita knows."

"Just be wild. One person knows it's good. So that you also do not dare to mess around when I am not there. Because there's someone who knows our relationship."

"Just boy. Isn't that you. Who would spend time with another woman when I didn't know."

"Oh yeah? Have I ever done that?" Faris remembered what Sunday meant.

"Are you having partial amnesia to the point that you forgot a moment ago walking with Gina."

"Oh, so that's." Faris smiled understanding what Sunday was talking about.

"You saw me go out with Gina? I just helped him fix his stalled car glass." Sunday understood why Faris had returned so quickly and could find him here.

"So you're jealous?"

"It's not like that..."

"Yes, you're jealous. It looks so on your forehead." Hearing the word Sunday forehead so remembered again on the kiss Faris.

"Don't say forehead." Said Sunday instantly.

"Why? What's wrong with the forehead?"

"none. It's just I don't like hearing that."

"Related..." Repeated Faris.

"Stop."

"Kening... forehead..." Faris deliberately did that because he knew what Sunday thought must have been the incident that afternoon.

"Can you just shut up?"

"Related..."

"Hey! Shut up or I'll..."

"My what? I kissed your forehead? I kissed your forehead?" The Temptation of Faris is becoming.

"It's so lazy with you." Sunday's face blushed red and ran away from Faris and entered his study. Faris smiled happily to see Sunday behaving so.