Miss of Sunday

The Storm is Over

Faris sat leaning against the pillow while playing her phone.

"You're still recovering, why don't you just rest?" Said her mother who had seen Faris busy staring at the phone screen.

"It's so boring here, Mi."

"Eat him quickly recover so you can go home soon." Mummed her mother while peeling apples for her.

"I'm better." Faris answered, leaning his head against the pillow and putting the phone in his hand.

"really? But why hasn't the doctor wanted to return you?"

"Let's see.maybe the doctors like me to stay here."

"Don't brag." Her mother feeds an apple into Faris's mouth to stop talking and self-exercise. Faris chewed her apple with a distant look. His mind flew over the hospital wall. Events after events that he never imagined had actually happened in his life. Although the storm had passed but Faris was still thinking about the incident.

Faris has been thinking about it for days since the shooting of her a week ago. Is he really that kind of person? Quietly, a lot of people hated him. Because of his attitude and deeds, people were vengeful towards him. In the end, it was just a misunderstanding.

Roni who thinks Faris is the cause of Desy's death becomes a grudge against him. And Gilang eventually also had to undergo legal proceedings because it was proven to hire assassins to finish Faris. He was arrested at the airport while trying to flee abroad after the man who shot Faris was caught. Authorities in collaboration with private detective appointed Papi Faris quickly managed to find the shooter and testified that he was paid by someone, namely Gilang.

According to the detective hired by Papi Faris, after his meeting with Ratna at that time, Ratna was never seen again and reported missing by his family. Knowing that, Faris wished Ratna well and was hiding somewhere so as not to be hurt by Gilang. Once upon a time the woman had to be a witness to Gilang's crimes and live life as a prisoner.

"You know, I haven't lived my life normally since." Ratna said softly when Faris met her at that time.

"Gilang's terror really made me almost desperate. So I finally agreed to marry her because she promised not to hurt me if I was always close to her." Faris still listened to Ratna's words.

"And right, as long as I was around he did not hurt me and let me live my days as usual even though he never escaped his supervision. But I feel so guilty when you get charged for something you didn't do. Everyone even blames you for Desy's death. I feel like it's not fair to you so you should know what's going on." That's how Ratna explained why she had to tell Faris the secret.

Faris took a long breath. He hopes that after this Ratna will appear as an eyewitness to Gilang's actions to Desy.

"Sunday called me to ask how you are." Mami Faris later said.

"You're not fighting, are you?" Inquiringly.

"No." Faris answered briefly and Mami Faris just nodded her head.

True, if you think Sunday is a bit strange lately. He seems to be very busy at Font. Is that as much work as it is. But it could have been because before Faris was shot, he also had a kidnapping and had to be hospitalized. Then, not yet back to work, he had to wait for Faris in the hospital. Some days he has just started working again on the grounds that he does not want other employees to consider himself utilizing his relationship with the boss to continue ditching as he pleases.

"Come on, don't work tomorrow." Rayu Faris on Sunday sat on the edge of Faris' bed as she said from tomorrow she would only come to the hospital after work.

"Hey, I gotta get back to work, boss. My work must be up in the mountains by now."

"I'm going to tell someone else to do your job."

"Can't be like that. How could I charge another employee a job. It makes me look incompetent as a Font employee."

"But you have more important tasks than just analyzing projects. Take care of your wounded boss." Faris began to lean her head against Sunday spoiled.

"What's this, you're not a kid so don't be so cute. It really doesn't suit you." Sunday smiled at Faris's behavior while patting his head but Faris insisted on putting his head on Sunday's shoulders.

"No, I'll keep going like this until you're here to keep me company." Now Faris grabs Sunday's hand and plays her fingers.

"Why are you? Never mind, stop being spoiled. That sucks."

"Leave it." Answer Faris cuek. Sunday chuckled. Faris was like that to him. Sunday even laughed as Faris said that she had been addicted to him. Sunday thinks he's a drug so he can be addicted?

"Or I should just fire you so I can keep me here."

"You're crazy, huh. It seems like firing. Do you want me to report to the employment service for being a random boss?" Sunday glared at Faris who chuckled at that.

"It wouldn't be arbitrary if I did it for the right reasons."

"What reason would you use to fire me properly?" Sunday looked at Faris' astonishment.

"Because in the company there should not be two or more employees registered in one family card."

"What do you mean?" Suday frowned.

"We will be in one family card when we become a family that is sadinah mawadah warahmah." Faris smiled witfully saying that. Sunday gasped after understanding what Faris meant. His face was blushing.

"Ehm.. um. oh that." Sunday cleared his throat to cover his nervousness.

"By the way the nurses here are nice and pretty, I think they can wait for you. So let me start working quietly." Sunday switched Faris's conversation.

"Indeed, they also seem to like me." Faris replied with a big smile.

"That's the reality."

"Yes yes, it's up to you." Sunday cuek but pay attention to his fingers are still uttered atik by Faris.

"But can I really be accompanied by them? Her name Mita is so sweet. Can I ask him to take care of me as long as you're not around? I'm sure he'll be with me. Judging by the way he looked at me, he seemed to like me." Faris smiled slylyly at Sunday.

"Oh yes, there are women who don't like me anyway? Aren't I a magnet for them and it makes it easy for them to be interested."

"That's it, stop your stringing. It makes me sick." Seeing Sunday's upset response, Faris finally laughed.

"But you told me to be accompanied by a nurse while you were working. You seriously didn't say that?"

"No, that's. Seeing the acute nature of your playboy like that I forbid you to be accompanied by anyone."

"So then you'll keep me company right?"

"Not really."

"Then who will accompany me in this boring hospital?"

"Nothing, just enjoy your boredom." Sunday held back laughter seeing Faris's scorching face.

"Can I die of boredom here?"

"Mistake yourself the basket-eye. You should be quarantined not to continue being a playboy."

"Ahh, should it be that way?" Faris looked at the face of Sunday who was still holding back laughter.

"Or, you're actually jealous if I'm accompanied by those beautiful sisters?"

"No, it's normal." Sunday put on a firm face.

"Oh yeah? I think you'd be jealous if I was with those sisters."

"No, I'm just worried that your playboy illness will become more acute if it really does happen."

"really? But I think your eyes say something else."

"What's that?" Sunday glared at Faris again.

"Ahh. right, you're jealous." Tempta Faris is becoming more and more.

"No. I told you no yes no."

"Yes, I saw it."

"No. You are indeed..."

"www..." Faris screamed as Sunday pinched her waist.

"My wounds..." Hearing that Sunday was shocked

"Oh sorry... What's that about your wound?"

"Yes, I think the nerves in my wound hurt." Faris grimaced in pain.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. I don't know." Sunday looked panicked and examined Faris' wounds.

"Did it hurt?" Faris nodded.

"I'll call the doctor." Sunday began to rise from his seat. But Faris' hand managed to hold him off.

"Not to."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Faris briefly.

"I don't need doctors and medicine. I just need you here. As long as you're here, everything that hurts will instantly disappear." Faris looked at Sunday with a soft look. Sunday's heart rate slowly accelerated. Especially when Faris brought his face closer to Sunday's face. Getting closer and closer every second.

"I'll take your word if I survive. So marry me." Faris's whisper in Sunday's ear. Sunday pulled himself up and looked at Faris.

No naughty face likes to tease her. There was no smile that made him feel bad. There was only a gentle gaze full of earnestness. Sunday had not yet been able to strike a strong pounding on his chest and was now coupled with Faris' gentle look at him which made it seem like it was melting instantly.