Novel & Cerita Six Ways To Sunday

Harley On Sundays, I didn’t set an alarm to wake me up in the morning. It was the one day of the week where I let myself sleep in and didn’t have anything on my agenda. It was a day for self-care. For indulgence. For eating whatever the hell I wanted and spending the entire day, from start to finish, in loungewear.

I stared at her watching as a smile spread across her face "Do you work seven days a week?" Sage asked again. At this point, my frustration was starting to boil, what was going on? "I work both jobs six days a week but on Sundays, I open my salon in the evening," Clara said and Sage nodded, a smile curling up his lips

Nek probably slept well, he probably slept like a baby with no scene of our argument yesterday popping into his mind like those adverts that are difficult to get rid off. Sigh, it’s a new day afterall and it’s a Sunday. Sundays are the only days I get to rest, most times I work on Saturdays but yesterday was special since the boss himself didn’t go to work. It’s just 6am in the morning, so I have 2 hours before I head for church. My usual Sunday routine goes like this; wake up at 6, have breakfast, get ready for church, go to church and after church, do my personal work.

She was woken up from thoughts when Kenji’s chest bubbled up with laughter against her head and he asked Dmitri, “And how do you spend your weekends ?” "Well, mine are not as chaotic as yours, Mr. Photographer of the Park Ladies,” Dmitri quipped, quoting an incident Kenji had shared while groaning and complaining about the thousands of photos he had to take before women in his meditating class finally chose one. “But my typical Sunday goes into planning the week ahead from Monday to Friday and catching up on sleep if Melody allows” he answered while emphasizing how he had also grown a lot and learned so much along with Melody. "Saturdays ?" Isabelle asked.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

"You don't have to come home Sundays. You're allowed to have Sundays that are yours." I thought about Leo. About the cooking and the video game footage and the particular smell of my mother's kitchen on Sunday evenings. "I want to come home Sundays," I said. She was quiet for a moment. The kind of quiet that meant she was holding something she didn't want to show too clearly. "Okay," she said finally. "Then come home Sundays." "I will."

Zuri POV: "Darling wake up, " Amir says shaking me awake "What" I sleepily ask "I need to go to work today but I got you Taco Bell, Chick-fil-A, Chipotle, Wendy's, Popeyes, Little Caesars, Milkshake from Dairy Queen, and wings from Wingstop oh oh, and soul food from Aunt Yams Soulfood" I turn to look at him "Are you trying to make me fat? "I ask playfully as I glare at him

"Hahahaha. I'm sorry. Was that you? asking a favor from me? I thought you knew everything!" Andrew laughed at his words. Pia Drew stood there for a moment with her usual face but getting a little annoyed already. Andrew composed himself. "Okay. Sorry, it's just....it sounded like a joke. but okay what's the deal, Sunny?" "I'm paying you. I mean my dad will be paying you. Treat this as a tutorial." "Are you kidding me? how much are you gonna pay? a million?" "come on star boy, can't you give me a discount?"

Your voice was muffled, but still managed to let out a soft laugh as you spoke. "The pancakes in your mouth! Disgusting!" I complained, but you only laughed as an answer. We both know how much I don't like seeing the mashed food from the mouth because it often makes me wanna vomit when I am eating at the same time. "But you need to finish up too. We're going to start the messages later," you reminded as you let out a soft laugh. Right. The sixth day was meant for making and filming messages for what you said are sort of a last message in case someone got to leave without giving a proper goodbye.

Sundays are my self-care/ self love days. That means no boyfriends, no commitments and most definitely no best friends. It is a day all about me, for me; I take the day to do what I want to do. I do what makes me happy. That can be anything from taking a long nap, to getting my nails done or going people watching in the park.