The Noodle In Love
05. Rushqi

I ended up working my long day today. Seven o'clock had passed ten minutes ago. I'm recording the water meter and oil meter pointer numbers to be stored in an accurate report. The whole use of water and oil to fry instant noodles, connected with this tool.

For the oil and water count figures in the data, we almost never counterfeit. It would be very dangerous if the estimates of the numbers we write do not match the facts on the ground. Only dare to suppose if the registrar between morning and night is the same QC. That number can be adjusted.  

"Well, Ling?" ask Mardiana. Malay girl from a suburban island in Batam.

"What time, brother?" my question while closing the record oil book and water meter is very thick.

"It was twenty minutes past. Yuk, hunt," replied Brother Nita. QC in the lab. The Malays too.

"Yuk, sis," welcome me while holding the strap of the bag on the shoulder. 

We only had three people coming home at seven. Miss Yong came home at five this afternoon. It feels very roomy and free if our female boss is no longer in power in ofice QC. We are free to breathe in and exhale again.

Even so, can not go home quickly also when arriving at seven o'clock. Miss Yong will be checking all of our inspection record data in the field in the morning. In the event of any discrepancy or outside the specification of the record, our very on-time return will be taken into account and disputed by it.

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The cluster house came back bright when it came home. Like welcoming my tired arrival. Water gurgles sounded, along with the figure of a man who appeared to be watering plants with water from a hose.

"Assalamu'alaikum," I said as I entered the fence. Not welcomed by him.  Maybe Rush didn't hear my greetings. Ah, let.. I also passed quickly.

My room is attached to the side of the mother house. With good facilities accompanied by the attic of each room. There are four separate rooms. One I occupy, one for Yanti's husband, and the two rooms are still empty. Mother Kos has not wanted to fill it. 

A roomy terrace in front of my room for exercise, also equipped with a basketball ring board. Mushola is also available for me. Only the kitchen is not yet owned. The boarding house said, a special kitchen facility will be made for me after he returned from Hajj. He said, so that I can freely experiment in the field of food.

"Assalamu'alaikum, buu," I said to the kitchen master. Bu Yanti looked surprised to see me. 

"Wa'alaikum.. Eeh, have you come home, Ling?" ask Bu Yanti while putting the dishes that have been washed.

"Yes, mom.. What are you waiting for, Mom?" I asked while looking at the pot containing chicken soup that looked berbul.

"Already, Ling. You just sit down. Surely you're tired, sleepless last night waiting for the Rus in the clinic. Now just got home late." Ms. Yanti spoke like complaining and pitying. I understand his feelings. But for those who undergo, it feels ordinary, not as slick as he thinks.

"No papa, kok ma'am. If not overtime, I want to do it. It's tired, but my friend will exist, not me alone who is overtime, ma'am," I said to Ms. Yanti. I've tucked my sweet ass in the dining table chair. The woman looked at me without saying anything.

"Ehem,, man,,!" the sound of dehem from the direction of the house along with the owner of the sound source, Rushqi.

"Mas, let's eat together here. Everything is ready," call Ms. Yanti to the child of the boarding mother.

Rushqi seems to be back in shape. The pale impression when I left this morning has gone completely. His face was charismatic again like when I first saw him last night.

Look at my eyes caught red-handed by those deep eyes that suddenly lashed me. I tried to throw a smile at him. But again the man was silent, so vengeful I think my heart. I will no longer smile at you Rushqi..!

I grabbed dishes and quizzes with red rice. I really like red rice. I'm so clumsy and I like brown rice. Good for controlling blood sugar.

"What does every day take over time?" rushqi asked suddenly and unexpectedly. The man looked warmly at me. A burning grudge fouled the heart, instantly evaporating from my chest. 

"It's not me who has the intention of taking. But my boss made me overtime oblige. No objection for him." My explanation for Rushqi glides smoothly like a ski board on a snowfield. 

"Chinese, female. Single, but the judges have no cure," I told Rush excitedly. I love to reveal this heart about Miss Yong.

The thin blustery lips docked, not continuing their investigation of me anymore. Ms. Yanti had said that we should eat soon and stop talking temporarily. 

Rush was silent and no longer looked at me in front of him. Now very busy dealing with all the contents on the plate that was taken by Bu Yanti. Miss Yanti was very attentive to Rush.

"Lingga, where is your plate, let me get it directly in the pot," pinta bu Yanti directly lifted my plate and was taken away from me. It feels really shocked and haru. Bu Yanti seemed to understand the look in my eyes and this inner voice. Ms. Yanti's treatment reminds me of my mother. 

"Thank you, ma'am," greeted me as Ms. Yanti poked my plate back with a warm smile.

Have abundant chicken soup with soft broccoli vegetables on my plate. Favorite vegetable with a sweet and fresh taste. There was nothing with him. There's only green broccoli, and I really like it.

"Mom Yanti doesn't eat anything?" ask the woman standing next to Rush.

"No, I'm full" said Ms. Yanti, who may have been disinclined by Rushqi.

"Whoof? When to eat, mbok?" ask Rush to the assistant at his house.

"Yes, mbok is cooking. It was cooked to taste broccoli vegetables up to one bowl, add a little rice just like taste chicken soup one more bowl. Wes is full of me, mas," explained Bu Yanti smiling widely. Rush no longer commented.

Ms. Yanti often berlogat medok. He is from Tulung Agung city, East Java. Same province I came from, but I'm from Blitar. Rushqi's parents are from the city of Solo, Central Java. They are successful entrants with their culinary business in Batam. It has a large restaurant in the island capital of Batam, the city of Nagoya.

"You've got sodara here, Ling?" suddenly the man in front of me asked. Rush himself chose to sit right in front of me.

"No, my mom." I shook my face. Quickly I took the glass of water that I had poured from earlier. It almost choked when answering his question.

"Then, who brought you?" ask Rush. 

"Disnaker my town" I explained after I put this glass in safety.

"Why choose to go to Batam?" Rushqi continued to ask. Actually uncomfortable if asked for details like this. 

"Kangen with my girlfriend," I answered honestly my reason at the time.

Rushqi appeared to be furrowed in the forehead and the eyebrows were raised high for a moment. 

"You hooded like that, courting too,,?" ask Rush. Actually understand the meaning. I think Rushqi is a Muslim man on rule. Or just a free rule.

"What's wrong with hooded people. Cook only hooded people who can not date, will not only date neko-neko,," I said with her expression. 

"Do you think? Yeah, too," Rush muttered while muttering to me. The man fell silent and went back to eating with focus.

Secretly, I was the one staring at her. Does Rush have a girlfriend? Not in love? But men are as mature and attractive as Rush, at least from the physicality I see, it's pretty weird being single. Except, did Rush get married? Or indeed on rule and very sholeh.. Everything can be…

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