The Noodle In Love
01. My Perverted Coffee

My name is Velingga Aaron. Single urban girl is 22 years old and is single. Worked at an instant noodle company, in the city of Batam-Riau islands.

And it's been running for almost a semester of tenure, from my two-year contract. As a worker of quality control aka QC in production, from the start of the initial manufacture of instant noodles to packing.

I just broke up with my boyfriend, Son, who is 27 years old, five years older than me.

Our relationship decision was not a cause of cheating and double-minding. But my grown-up boyfriend always seduced me to stay at his house. His parents lived far away outside the city.

Of course I understand exactly what his purpose is for me. Didn't think he'd rather cut me off than be patient about my rejection. Only the breastplate agreed for my good even though the heart felt like being pierced.

My ex-boyfriend never took me to KUA. Putra only wants to propose officially to my family if he already feels established and appointed officially as a permanent PNS in Batam. Honestly I admit, my arrival to Batam is because it followed the Son at that time.

Didn't expect that Putra was a colossal and selfish man. He was the chosen man among the men who tried to be close to being special to me. It turned out that the man had crushed my sense of disfigurement on her. 

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Although tired and feels like kapok undergoing, but it feels like it. Over time aka working overtime is like eating super spicy chili delicious. Feel deterred when the spiciness, but want to repeat again later. That's what I'm feeling right now. Hoping for more salary than the monthly overtime job calculation, even though this body can no longer feel.

I accelerated my footstep towards the cluster housing estate that was not too far from the company I was working for. One of the houses I've been used to for almost a month. Want to quickly unwind in one of the beautiful and comfortable rooms that I have rented in advance with six months of payments at once.

Actually, the company gave me a dormitory residence. For some reason, I chose to find my own place. Although my status is still with an address in the dorm. The company will warn me if I get caught living outside. Because, I am the son of a recruit from a depnaker who is quite closely watched.

The magnificent house, which is often dim at night and only illuminated by garden lights, is now brightly lit by the lights of his house. Very curious I guess, who is in the house? 

I hold for a moment my curiosity. It could be that the light igniter is Ms. Yanti, a home assistant who stays all year without leave. Bu Yanti rarely returns home because her children and her husband also urban together to this island.

I have taken a shower and exchanged very clean and fragrant clothes. Going to the kitchen to make one glass of warm delicious coffee. All of you find out who is entrenched in the mother house.

Ms. Yanti was arranging the food on the table. Dinner as usual. Although only as a boarding child, but all the same as the owner of the house. We'll eat at the same table. 

"Mom, is there anyone else in the house?" I asked as I approached Ms. Yanti from behind. The old woman looked surprised as she turned to look at me.

"Liing,,?! Well, surprise you. Sana went back to the door,, greetings first," said Bu Yanti as usual. I turned quickly towards the door and gave him a greeting while keeping a smile.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Bu Yanti with a smile of relief to me. 

He is like that, will drive me to repeat steps if I forget to give him greetings anywhere when coming home from work. Not satisfied just repeat the greeting by staying in place. 

"This time you eat, just wait for the anointing seasoning. Still steamed," explained Ms. Yanti without asking. He was very good even though I still spent three weeks here. Same with this host. I am grateful for everything in my heart. Even though I also have to pay break-even for all these services. Hey,,hi,hi.. 

"Add one more plate, Ling!" exclaimed ma'am Yanti as I helped prepare the plate and spoon.

"For whom, ma'am?" my many. Because usually only two or three if the husband of Bu Yanti also exists. Ms. Yanti's husband who is a security at Gramedia books store, also costs at home here. But today the night watch. 

"Shh,,! That," whispered Ms. Yanti while pointing in the opposite direction.

The man sat down and looked at me astonished. But so haughty and did not return my smile in line. Who is he, ish,,ish, somse, so arrogant!

Eits, he's drinking my warm coffee. It's already a pleasure to see. Even the location of the coffee glass with the contents stay a little below. Intention to reprimand him so void, I let it be finally. I can make one more glass. After all, the cost of preparing abundant coffee stock in the kitchen.

But... Don't blame me for your stomach pain. Because, most people will not like to drink coffee mixed with a little cold water. It is said to be a trigger for colds and will be stomach pain wrapped around. But to me, making like that feels so legit.

I kept silent as the man continued to drink my coffee back. The glass was empty and empty. My heart is so troubled. It was curious what his stomach reaction would be. I hope nothing happens to him.

"Who is he, mbok?" asked the man with his soft heavy voice. But, he's without looking at me. It's like I'm a ghost and don't look real.

"He's boarding here, mas. His name is Linga." Bu Yanti explained while arranging vegetables as well as anointing seasoning as the last menu prepared. 

My mouth was silent with ears waning while taking the rice on the plate. I don't have to care about the cold. It's not free to stay here either. It has even paid off until the next semester. Proud doong, but this is not arrogant..

"Why are you also the masakin, mbok?" ask the man again. Once seen sharp eyes glanced at me who was taking all the menu. And he took food after me. What care..

"Lingga takes the package, mas. All eat here. But usually I'm alone." Bu Yanti brought a completely empty coffee cup into the sink and washed it.

Usually, Ms. Yanti will separate the menu for those who have costs with the menu I eat, join with her. Then, keep it on a separate table. 

But because lately there are living me and her husband, Ms. Yanti does not separate. Either this time because he forgot, or he did.

But about who that man is, I don't know, there hasn't been any enlightenment yet. Is he maybe the kid who has the cost? Could be.. Clearly, he's not a boarding boy here like me.

Tinggg!!!!

I'm appalled. The sound was a spoon that was just laid by him. Nambak stood up in a hurry and walked towards the direction of arrival earlier.

"What's tho mas,,??!" ms. Yanti asked loudly. Yet the man had disappeared into the master room with his path firmly set.

My heart was racing very fast. Although I was feeling ignorant, but now also my heart. What if my perverted coffee effect is more devastating than my trumpet..?? Ah, get me..!

"Mom, who is he??" I asked Ms. Yanti with a very calm lagak. This heart is a jumpalitan.

"He was the youngest son of Mr. Harjo and Ms. Fatimah. Mas Rus, name him," explained Bu Yanti while putting oranges on the table.

Oh, my god! A row of sanctions as a suspect coffee maker perverted immediately passed. Ah, why is that guy so bad for his stomach defense. I'm normal, stomach ache because all kinds of coffee almost never I guess..!

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Welcome to meet the brothers who stopped by. The existence of you, make my spirit multiply again..😘