The Noodle In Love
12. Slowly Arrive

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Today this week is my off day job. Because the shift exchanges for this week, from night entry to morning entry.

As usual, after work after taking a shower and eating breakfast, I would take a short nap to relieve the heaviness and dizziness in my head. Do not want to sleep all day when changing shifts from night to morning. Unable to sleep at night and sleepy at work in the first morning.

After the dzuhur prayer, Ms. Yanti called me to lunch with her. He said it would be bad to eat alone in the kitchen.

"A lot of cooking, ma'am,,?" I was surprised at Miss Yanti.

"Yes, Ling," said Bu Yanti. The woman was busy flipping the fried chicken in the pot.

This is the most cooking since there's no Rush this week. Ms. Yanti's husband is on leave and staying for a long time in Nagoya. At the home of his son who worked there. As the supervisor at the restaurant belongs to the host's family, aka Errushqi's parents.

"Is your husband coming?" I'm not satisfied anymore. Want a clearer and more thorough explanation.

"No, Ling. It's not my husband that I welcome well, but young master," replied Ms. Yanti with an unusual name. My forehead was wrinkled before being sure of who the young master meant by him.

"Mas Rushqi, ma'am?" many ensure.

"Yes, who else is my young master if not Rus, Ling," replied Yanti nodded.

"What time does he say go home, ma'am?" ask me again to want to know. For some reason, my heart felt like Rush had quickly returned to this house and was back at the dinner table.

"dzuhur. But it didn't show up. Yes you eat first, Ling," said Bu Yanti stalling dishes, spoons, and forks for me.

"Bu Yanti did not eat with me," I protested as I looked at her face.

He always said he was full even if there wasn't a Rush. In fact, before the host went on Hajj, although sometimes, Ms. Yanti still wanted to eat with me. Unlike today, just going back and forth accompanied.

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The soft home clothes I have exchanged for one of my collection's best street clothes. I want to go to the Panbill this afternoon. Not wanting to get sleepy and then fall asleep.

Hoe,,! Hoe,,! Hoe,,!

Ms. Yanti was the doer knocking on the door in the room just now. Standing in front of the room and stunned to look at my face, then down to the clothes and feet. Shaking my head repeatedly.

"It's really amazing for you, Ling... Did you make a deal with your guy again??" ask Bu Yanti frowned.

"Yes. Same deal men. Why, mom?" i smile. Wanna joke with him. The man I called was a taxi driver...

"Cowokmu handsome? You're very graceful, ayu, pretty, polite... Do not let your girlfriend not handsome as sholeh you yoo," said Bu Yanti. I can only nod to his wise advice to me.

He knows I have a girlfriend. I never told you about my status or my break-up with my son. Don't know if I came here urban just for the sake of chasing a man. Do not understand the era of jahiliyah that I have ever lived. Ms. Yanti never asked me urgently.

"Hee,, Ling... How do you even dream?" reprimand bu Yanti surprise. It turned out that my hand was still holding the door frame and resting its head on the door leaf while looking at it.

"Eh, yes ma'am. What did you want here?" I just remember the beginning of my daydream.

"That, Ling. There's Denis, a friend of Rus' in front. He said he knew you. Ask to be called to you, he said," replied Ms. Yanti explaining.

"Mas Denis, is he wearing glasses, ma'am?" many reassuring. I think what Miss Yanti meant was bang Denis.

"Yes, Ling. Usually wear glasses. But this time, he did not wear glasses. Uh, he's a handsome guy. But you don't like it, Ling," said Ms. Yanti. This time he was talking more than usual. I don't understand the reason for the change.

"Now, ma'am. Why can't I like it?" ask me with a prank. Wanted to know why Ms. Yanti forbade me to like Denis. I think he knows who Denis is.

"Mas Denis is Chinese, his religion is different from yours. But he was a good boy, like Rush. They've been friends for a long time," said Ms. Yanti seriously. I nodded even though I knew about this.

"Yes, mom. Thank you for being told" I smiled at Ms. Yanti. In any event. He is very attentive and cares about me.

Ms. Yanti asked me to go back to the front porch at the mother house. Meet Denis who was waiting for Rush to arrive, but wanted to see me to fill the waiting time.

"Bang Denis,,, you,,,!" my broom accompanied a smile on the yellow-skinned and clean man.

"Linga,, am I interrupting?" ask Denis politely with a warm smile on me. I shook my head with a smile.

"No, bang," I replied.

True what Miss Yanti said, Denis looks cute without glasses that close the charm of his brown eyes. His hair was combed upright and did not break into sleep as in his usual work area. Denis looks cool and slang like a stylish young man.

"What time is Rushqi coming home, ma'am?" I was sitting on Denis' front porch couch.

"No idea, Ling. I'm calling not connecting. Yesterday he said at one o'clock. It's almost two o'clock," Denis complained as he put his phone down.

"What Denis misses Rush??" askaju kidding.

Denis understood and smiled broadly. Then held onto his forehead while looking at me in confusion. Denis seems to behave as he is in front of me.

"It wasn't just Rushqi I went to, Ling. But you also. Want to be good friends with you, don't you have a problem?" ask Denis politely. Denis' behavior is completely different from miss Yong's.

"Not a problem at all, Denis bang. I feel haru. Bang Denis is the head of the PPIC department. How can I be good friends with you??" I'm being honest with Denis. The oriental man continued to smile.

"I don't have any good friends from Java. Lots of friends, but just know them. Suddenly wanting to be good friends with you, Ling," Denis replied with a solemn expression. I directly understand his good intentions.

"Just like us, bang Denis. I also know some Chinese people, just know them. No one has been my best friend. If Denis's bang is going to make friends, let's be friends!" welcome me to Denis.

"I really like it, Ling...!" Bang Denis also seems no less happy. We both smiled broadly. It feels nostalgic in elementary school. When girls and boys are still innocent, agree to make good friends with each other anywhere and anytime.