Miss of Sunday

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The technical faculty laboratory looks shahdu. All that is heard is the voice of the lecturer who gives the material. All students are watching carefully. The Database System lecture material cannot be taken lightly.

Suddenly a message from the Command prompt or CMD entered on the Sunday monitor screen. A message from the default Windows application that uses the IP address as its destination address.

MESSENGERS

User: 191.168

Message: The Sun

Sunday's CMD message saw a computer sequence based on its user name. Counting and finding a computer behind him that has the same order as he was looking for. Suzan looked up from behind her monitor while rubbing her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Bisik Sundays. Suzan gestured to face back to her monitor.

Suzan: where are you going after this?

Sunday: internship

Suzan :(

Sunday: why?

Suzan: hanging out yukk

Sunday: step over Victor's corpse

Suzan: victor terminator's basic

Sunday: :D :D :D

Sunday smiled to himself seeing Suzan calling Victor with a terminator call behind her name.

Their chat finally stopped when the lecturer instructed to make a task from the material just delivered.

Sunday began to open a database management system on the computer. He used Sybase as a DBMS for his database system this time.

After the lecturer checked the database he made, Sunday left his computer desk and headed to the desk at the back of which there were 2 computer devices there. Computer control device controlled by Victor the terminator lab.

Suzan was still struggling with her design database, while Windy was done and out of the laboratory but was still waiting in front.

"Sister, after this I continue the computer scan." Said Sunday to Victor who looked busy in front of his monitor. Hearing Sunday's words, Victor looked up.

"Don't Sun, after this there's still another class."

"So what's my job this time, brother?"

"Please trim the file in the computer's D directory. Reinstall PDF with the latest version. The master program is in the CD case on top of the CPU." Point Victor.

"What is this, brother?" Sunday confirmed. Because on the CD there is no identity of the contents. Victor.

"Yes." Yeah."

Sunday started putting the CD into the CD room. Wait for a while until the CPU successfully reads the device and appears the desktop with the contents in its CD. But before starting to install, Sunday uninstalled the previous software. After the program is successfully uninstalled then Sunday opens a folder that contains the software to be installed. Clicking on the master program file and following the program command.

While waiting to finish reinstalling

Sunday playing his phone. Opening one of the sosmed. Instagram. The first image that appears is a photo of Faris forming a silhouette of himself on the beach at dusk. It looks like a latepost photo. Set his picture like the atmosphere is not in the country. Where not. His work that made him around the world was indeed very profitable for him. You can travel the world for free and get a salary.

Unknowingly Sunday's finger traced Faris' instagram, looking at each of his photos. The city and country that Faris visited was indeed very beautiful. From Bangkok to Alaska. Faris never stopped him.

Wait, there's no pictures of her boyfriend there. Sunday wonder.

But, of course, he will not have time to post a photo of his girlfriend if they have never even been in a relationship for long.

Sunday found a photo of Faris while in Paris. Against the background of the tower of Pisa, he stood indifferently looking away. So that what is caught on camera is only the side of his face. It was clear that his nose was sharp and straight hair was glistening in the sun. His eyes are sharp. The sturdy jaw made a mysterious impression on his face even more prominent. It was completely different from the Faris he was used to.

"Sunday." Call Victor make him stop his stalking action on Faris instagram.

"Yes, brother."

"I need your help."

Duh, what kind of help is this again? Buying lice medicine again like that time? Ahh, not this time I should be able to refuse it. I was too embarrassed to buy it. I can't take a look at the drug dealers lice. No. gabe. No more. Sunday was thinking about the worst possible request for Victor's help like the other day.

In order to buy the lice medicine, Sunday had to dress up ninja-style. Covering her face with a mask and wearing sunglasses so that the seller can not recognize her face which may be viral because of her beautiful face, this in the opinion of Sunday, is not suitable if it must be berkutu.

"What's that, brother?"

"Please take this to Kajur's office of Informatics Engineering." Victor thrust a brown envelope at Sunday.

"Good brother." Sunday breathed a sigh of relief was not as bad as he imagined.

Just Sunday stepping off his desk, Victor called.

"Where are you going, Sun?"

"Introduce this." Raising the envelope.

"Later, when your job's done."

"Ohh...." Sunday returned to his chair. Opened again and was stunned at the red love button in one of the photos Faris posted months ago.

What happens if I get caught stalking it. Surely later he will be big head because I know I see the photos that have been posted for a long time. Sunday riled.

His brain was looking for a reason. About what reason was right for him to argue if Faris asked him about his 'caught wet' prank.

Ahh, finger.why are you so presumptuous to button love without my consent first.

When his mind was still afraid of a DM coming in. From Faris. The heart of Sunday became more wry. Sunday reluctantly opened it.

An emoticon of the heart. That's a sign he knows the photo that was loved by Sunday. Sunday glaring. But then his body went limp. It seems like he has no self-worth. The embarrassment is really at the head end. His brain was working harder to find the reason for his later transfer.

Victor, who saw Sunday's fickle expression in a short time, smiled. Sunday's face is funny.

🌸🌸🌸

"Sunday." Call someone he knows very well when Sunday is in the parking lot. So familiar with him with the voice, Sunday to the point of not turning his head. Finally he pretended not to hear and continued his steps. But Faris' wide footsteps could quickly catch up with him.

"Hey, I'm calling you. Didn't you hear?" Faris was beside Sunday, spelling out her steps.

"Oh yeah? I didn't hear." Sunday misbehaved and accelerated his pace.

"really? Are your ears troubled." Faris.

"Yes maybe, it looks like I should go to an ENT doctor first. Dahh..." Sunday left Faris half-run.

"It's so funny this kid." Faris muttered and chuckled as she watched Sunday's behavior.

Faris went to see him because there were things he wanted to talk about.

"What a fool is this. He even came straight to me just because I liked one of his old photos. Very quick to respond. But what's he looking for me for? Ask me why I'm stalking it? Or ask if I'm curious about her?" Sunday muttered to himself on his bike heading home this afternoon.

"Oh, how about I answer I'm interested in the cities he's in. Yeah, that's the right reason. That'sthat's all. Not wanting to see a picture of her, just a picture of the place she went to. Well, nice. It's a very good reason." Then Sunday laughed so happy to get an excuse for his stupid actions so that a lot of wind into his mouth but Sunday did not care.