Miss of Sunday

Build Limitations

"Sunday's... Sunday..." A voice made him open his eyes. He saw Faris at his side walking while pushing the trolley of the patient he was sleeping with.

"You hear me?" The view of Sunday faded. He can't do anything. His body feels weak. He felt so tired. Then slowly the atmosphere went back to dark.

There was a tickling of his nose as Sunday opened his eyes slowly. He felt the oxygen in his nose. His eyes began to see clearly around. A white room. There was an infusion on his hand. He is sure he is in the hospital now. He looked next to her and was sure that the one cupping his sleeping face was his mother.

Sensing his movements, mama Sunday opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Sunday..." Her mother moved closer to Sunday.

"What do you feel?" Sunday shook his head and just looked at his damp-eyed mother.

"You okay?" This time Sunday nodded.

"What's going on?" Sunday is weak.

"Rest first, don't talk much."

Sunday tries to remember the previous events. Someone hit him on the head and he fell down and woke up somewhere with Roni. Roni locked her in a burning room.

The Sunday inpatient room door opens. Papa Sunday appeared behind it.

"Sunday, you're awake." The paper approached Sunday. Caressed his ship and kissed his forehead.

"Papa?" Ask Sunday wonder.

"Papa heard Papa's daughter was in the hospital so I had to come for her." Papa Sunday wiped his melted tears. Her mother also wiped her tears many times.

"I'm fine. You guys don't worry." Sunday smiled at his parents.

"Why are you guys so crybaby? You're like little kids." Sunday chuckled.

"You can still laugh at times like this." Mama sneered.

"I'm fine, Ma."

"How come, you almost died roasted you said you were okay?" Her mother glared at her now. Sunday smile. It spreads the view.

"Faris is taking care of your case. He came home this morning." His father knew what Sunday was thinking. Hearing that, the view of Sunday looked far away considering the incident he experienced.

Faris checked the CCTV footage and found out who had locked Sunday inside the warehouse. From the part that showed the offender's cut, Faris couldn't detect his face because he was wearing a hodie. The only way to find out who did it is to question Sunday. It's just that Faris can't wait to find out who the people who treated Sunday cruelly and what the real motivation was .

Faris rested her head on the back of the chair. Think who's mean to Sunday. Even though Sunday is not the type of person who can make others grudge him. Faris let out a long sigh while closing her eyes. This incident has entered the police table and they began to conduct various investigations and just wait for Sunday to realize to know who did it. He remembered last night's incident.

Faris ran towards the source of the fire as shouted by the people who turned out to be heading towards the warehouse. He believes Sunday was inside the warehouse when he read a short message from an unknown number on his phone. By then the fire had started to surround the entire warehouse. Faris panicked and ventured to break down the door after not listening to the ban. And right, when the door opened he saw someone lying under a pile of unused items.

After lifting it up, Faris rushed out of the place with a hot temperature due to the surrounding flames. Outside there are already some people who spray water through hydrant installations. Faris laid Sunday away from the burning warehouse.

"Sunday... Can you hear me?" Faris restlessly closed her eyes tightly and did not respond at all. Not wanting to linger, Faris lifted him back up and carried him towards his parked car. Until there he asked someone to drive his car and he himself was in the back seat became the pedestal of Sunday's unconscious body. In his heart he just wished Sunday was okay.

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The door to Sunday's room opened, Faris looking behind it. Sunday turned his head and greeted his arrival with a smile.

"How are you doing?" Said Faris on the side of the Sunday bed.

"thank you. Should I call you Superman? Or Batman? The spiderman? Ultraman?" Sunday chuckled after saying it.

"I'm not Superman because I can't fly. I'm not Batman because I don't have a bulletproof cape. I can't climb walls like Spiderman. Ultraman yet? I'm not all that." Faris smiled looking at Sunday who was sitting on a pillow.

"How did you know I was there?"

"I told you I could see you thanks to the GPS I had planted in your body." Hearing that, Sunday's face suddenly blushed. He recalled the history of GPS implanted in him as Faris said at that time.

"You can do it the most." Sunday a small laugh covered his archived face.

"So what you told the cops was all right?" Sunday nodded. The police came to him this afternoon to dig up information.

"How do you know him? Why didn't I know you knew Roni?" Faris looked straight at Sunday.

"I really feel a sense of relief." Faris shook her head. Sunday still silently pursed his lips.

"How many more men do you know and I don't?"

"Oh my God, what are you saying. What do you think I am? Do I have to give you the data of anyone I know? Does it matter?"

"of course. Let me know who is worthy and unworthy to be your friend."

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to pick on friends."

"But it's proven that the people you know are intent on harming you. That proves you need a little selection when you're friends."

"Stop that..." Sunday was silent hearing Faris's tirade with all her possessiveness.

"From now on, you can't just get acquainted let alone be friends with others. Moreover, everyone already knows who you are."

"You mean?" Sunday knitted his eyebrows.

"Yes, everyone knows we're lovers." Answer Faris slowly.

"What?" Sunday widened his eyes.

"How did that happen?"

"Since last night our video in the pool was scattered in the group chat Font."

"really?" Sunday has not lost its surprise. Faris nodded.

"Then how? I should how?"

"Why are you panicking so much. Isn't that nice? We don't have to show our relationship." Faris smiled widely.

"That's what you want."

"Why do you always want us to date secretly. Are you ashamed to have a boyfriend as handsome and as handsome as I am?"

"I'm not interested in your attractiveness but I feel Roni is being mean to me when she finds out about our relationship."

"Yes, Roni has our video. So I guess he's spreading it out and getting everyone on Font to know our relationship."

"Yes right, it must be Roni." Faris had a distant look.

"And also... " Sunday hesitates to say something.

"What's wrong?" Faris saw Sunday.

"Do you know Desy?"

"Desy?" Faris frowned.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who's Desy?"

"Roni mentioned Desy's name and said you left her." Said Sunday lirih. Faris rounded his eyes. Then shut up while thinking.

"Desy? What Desy meant Roni was he?" Faris muttered to herself.

"You... leave it?" Sunday was careful to say it. Faris looked straight at Sunday.

"You believe me, don't you?" Faris clasped Sunday's hand and looked at him deeply. Sunday threw his gaze elsewhere.

"It's also what I'm afraid of if our relationship is known to others." Sunday looked down deeply.

"I'm sorry." Faris tightened her hand.

"From now on, just listen to what I say. If I say no, then you have to stop. If I say come, you must follow me."

"What you are must dictate to me." Sunday manyun.

"It seems like too much smoke is getting into your brain that it's causing you to lose some of your memory?"

"What?" Sunday solot.

"You forgot I'm your girlfriend? So you should just say what I say and don't argue too much."

"God, you're a dictator."

"Trust me only."

"No, I just believe in my God."

"Don't take God's name. It's business that you've brought God." Faris Gerrutu.

"Obviously I'm going to make Roni really accountable for what he's done." Faris said next.

"But is Roni completely guilty?"

"So, you think he did that to you for wanting to take revenge on me?"

"She said that you should also feel what it's like to lose and I should also leave you first so that I don't get dumped by you."

"What's that empty? So you trust him more than me?" Sunday silence.

"I'll never leave you." Faris said with a look of eyes to make sure.

"But who exactly is Desy?"

"If what Roni meant was that Desy, I think she misunderstood."

"Yes, but who is he? Don't be so convoluted."

"He was my friend at High School and suddenly dropped out of the third floor of our school building?" Sunday widened his eyes after hearing Faris' words.

"Many say that it's because I broke up with her and dated another girl."

"You really were a real playboy long ago."

"Hey, listen to me first. Don't conclude so quickly." Sunday then closed his lips.

"Desy and I have never been together. We are close. We often studied together, went to watch and eat. But I only consider him a friend and never more. It happened while I was starting a relationship with another friend. And maybe he thought I dumped him and dated another girl."

"Ahh, it's complicated." Sunday cynical.

"Then how's Desy doing? Is she..."

"Yes, the doctor couldn't save her from a severe concussion when her head hit the concrete of the basketball court." Sunday silenced his gaping mouth.

"I really didn't know that he had different feelings all along. Until his diary was found in his bag. He made the last message there."

"About what?"

"I don't know for sure but it looks like it's about our friendship. It's just that I don't want to be easy to believe because he really knows me very well and knows I'm good to everyone. I also like to go with girls as friends, not girlfriends." Hearing that Sunday was silent. Faris also said nothing more.

"Gina is going through the same thing." Sunday mumbled slowly.

"So you want to say it's my fault too?"

"Stop being nice to everyone. Build boundaries if you really don't want your closeness to be interpreted differently."

"I never meant to."

"But unconsciously you are like that." Faris looked at Sunday who used a high tone when saying so.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry you're not me. But to all the girls you treat so sweet." Sunday looked away from Faris.

After that the atmosphere became quiet. Sunday didn't want to talk to Faris anymore. And vice versa. Whatever Faris wants to say for sure Sunday will consider it self-defense.

Sunday changed his seat and now takes a lying position. Faris noticed there was anger in Sunday's last sentence. He thought that what he did was not against the rules. He considers what is wrong with being nice. Isn't that better than being bad? Then when others think as they please is it his fault? Misrepresenting his kindness is it also a mistake that he must account for? Faris still thinks that doing good is sometimes considered a mistake by others.

"I'll go home first." Faris pampit when he saw Sunday quietly behind him and closed his eyes. He knew Sunday might just pretend to be asleep to avoid a longer debate with him.