The Noodle In Love
07. Errushqi!

The reverse thing that often happens. Very avoided but accidentally found. Same thing happened this morning.

I set out very early in the morning and hoped not to meet Rush anywhere, even in the front yard of the gate. Rush is with his vehicle and I'm with work boots. 

There's no rebuke between Rush and me. Because I went through it without looking very hurriedly. And Rush really stopped for the sake of waiting for me to pass. 

This foot is very fast to the bus stop which is outside the housing complex. Although the distance between housing is not very far, it is also impossible to walk casually at all times.

The closest housing distance I've chosen is the closest to the company. The distance is really awkward. About a little more miles away. That if made the walk is far, but if you take the bus, to sit there is no time. Ah, it's a gig, but want to move also gig, already cash bon six months.. Awkwardly…

Tin!! Tin!!  Her surprise…!

Twice a horn sounded behind me. Sure enough it was Rush. Ah, no matter how fast I walk, I will lose this leg to him. 

I'm going to the back. Rushqi appeared to be poking out a face at the glass window and waving at me.

"What if I take you, Ling?! Where's your work?!" rush loudly. The wind did not stop blowing strong even though it was still very early in the morning.

"No, mas! Thanks you! That bus is coming!" I'm on Rush. And a mini bus seems to start stopping at the stop. I glanced at Rush without a smile. The man nodded at me.

Rush still hasn't moved when the mini bus carrying me slid off the bus stop. Until the bus turned, the man's car did not appear to move. I don't know where Rush really is this early in the morning. 

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"Bang Faruuuuqq!!!"" My voice screeching in the back end area, the noodle printing zone with a long machine. I called bang Faruq, a lider line back end from the city of Medan.

"What do you call me, Ling??!" asked Bang Faruq who was quickly in front of me.

"Bang, this dough is very thick, a milli above spec. Check it again,,!" I said as I stretched his thickness. Measurement tool thickness of dough sheet before slicing into noodles. I forgot to bring mine, so I just borrowed it.

"You wanna weigh?" asked Bang Faruq cynically to me. This is a normal attitude between us.

"Well, it must be all noodles over weight,,!" greet me loudly. Scroll the sweet face that looks tired and resigned to me. I smiled passing by. Bang Faruq already knew what I would definitely do later.

While filling in the data in the record, I walked slowly through this long machine. Thickness is out spec in every measurement, I only make one thick and I deny. The others I wrote okay and spec. As always, fake data..

The elongated dough sheet that had already passed through the knife machine became an unbroken long noodle. Enter into the cutting machine and folding raw noodles. The noodles pass through the conveyor sprayer. A place to spray dew water, so that noodles become moist before cooking.

Then get into the steamer, a steamed pan extends to cook raw noodles into steamed cooked noodles.

Ripe wet noodles coming out of the steamer, I took ten samples that I had placed weighing. Right, everything is over weight. But as usual, I made everything okay. Only two noodles I wrote over gram and I circled while walking on.

Accompany wet noodles into giant and long fryers like trucks and trains. Wet noodles are being fried with the best oil hundreds of liters in the fryer. 

The noodles remain neat and arranged in each mold to fit into the frying pan and will come out into dry instant noodles. Then move forward towards getting into the conveyor in cooling. Where the noodles coming out of the fryer are very hot, into the cooling machine to be fanned.

The fryer temperature listed on the scale of the machine was set very hot by Faruq, almost at 175°Celsius. Very hot for the sake of mensiasati gram overweight noodles. As usual, the hot temperature was written according to spec, 150°Celsius.

Not heavy, just a notification of the presence of noodle prodak over wieght. A sign if the QC does not sleep fully at this hour and when the machine takes out this prodak.

Take a sample check of twelve pcs noodle cake, found two pcs over weight. That's about the warning letter I made. Tagged with supervisor name, machine number, time and prodak. Also the name of the QC maker, that is me.

"Have,,?" bang Faruq asked as we passed each other on the fryer. She smiled wryly at me, I greeted her with my grinning smile as well.

"Gass is,,!" answer me as it passes. 

"Eh, I'm back in half an hour. If there is a defect, on hold..!" My voice is loud to him. Faruq did not stop or look. But just gave her big thumb to me. My steps have passed again.

Warning letter that I should have sent directly to the supervisor, I pinned it on the chest file and I put it on his desk. I don't know when bang Nurlahi will return to his desk. Maybe he's driving around in another machine. There was no longer time for high light to go straight to him. Clearly, bang Faruq had already managed to handle it.

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Ma'am Ita is busy writing in the data inspection record while standing, not feeling with my presence in front of him. Seemed surprised when I rubbed his shoulders slowly.

"What, Ling?" ask Ita while patting her chest. I smiled behind my face mask.

"Borrow a pen, ma'am. Mine is falling, dead," I said, holding the noodle cardboard.

"Nih, just take it forever," said mbak Ita while stalling the pen he took from the drawer.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll buy you a new one" I promised Ita. And I'm sure I'll never forget. 

"Sekodi," said mbak Ita jokingly while continuing to write.

"Cody-coded," I joked.

"Thanks, ma'am. I'm going up," I said in passing. I'm going up to the soup room on the second floor.

Very surprised it felt, when he turned around, there was Mr. Sung behind me. Together with two tall and tall men. The three of them stared at me.

"Good morning, Mr. Sung," I said quickly to the company's central manager. Mr. Sung just nodded a little at me.

The way Mr. Sung looks is like that, sharp. But the two men who were with him, I kind of knew him. Too bad, the attributes entering the production area were very complete they wore. Face mask and head cover disguise their face.

Although my appearance is also like them, but I have put my name tag, QC Velingga on the chest. They have read my name. 

"Excuse me," I said as I shifted quickly. I have to go to the soup room. Let mbak Ita who is guarding the packing area, accept Mr. Sung's arrival at his desk.

Now I walk fast with my head heavy. The goal is very confident, if the two men with the manager were Denis and the replacement bang Andrew. And that surrogate man, I suspect he is Errushqi..!

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