The Noodle In Love
02. Effect

Bu Yanti looked at me, we fought each other with shocked expressions. The voice of the call was very loud calling to Bu Yanti. Very sure if Rus, is the man who was yelling call. My heart is beating faster.

The old woman who had just run down into the mother house, came again in a hurry and confused. Like he was thinking hard in his head.

"What's up, ma'am?" ask me while approaching Yanti's mom at the kitchen table. He looked at me with a confused look.

"That, Ling. Rus suddenly had diarrhea. What was I wrong, yaaa?" 

Bu Yanti looked confused and worried if her cooking was at fault. Of course my heart was churning unsettled. Feeling certain that Rus' stomach ache was because of drinking my perverted coffee. I try to disguise the anxiety in the chest.

"Lha what did he say, mom??" I asked Ms. Yanti calmly. Though the heart simalakama.

"Mas Rus asked for oralite," said Bu Yanti, lowering a glass and spoon, each one.

"Bu Yanti still remember how to make it? What here I make," I asked softly to Ms. Yanti. The antidote to my guilt for them.

"I'm not cooking too spicy. All cooking ingredients are fresh. It's still hot on the table. Why stomach pain??" Ms. Yanti's complaint further terrorized my silence. My oralite quirks with a raging mind.

"Mom, it's not really mom's cooking that makes her stomach hurt. But he had finished my coffee without permission," I told the old woman in front of me at last. Bu Yanti's forehead is getting wrinkled looking wrinkle..

"So you're not sincere Ling? You're cursing my foster son in secret?" asked Bu Yanti with her small eyes slightly enlarged.

"Eh, mum.. I'm not sincere, let alone swearing.. But I made the coffee mixed with cold water. And he drinks not permission first. So do not have time to tell you," I explained slowly so that Ms. Yanti immediately remembered and understood. 

"Metul as well, Ling. Earlier you made a new fitting coffee came earlier, yes," said Ms. Yanti while nodding at me.

"This is the oral, ma'am. Did he ask to buy diarrhea medicine, too?" I asked with the intention of replacing the task of Yanti ma'am once again. If only Rus had asked to buy stomach pain medicine.

"No, Ling. He said no need when I asked him. Yo wes, don't take this to her room first," said Yanti before leaving me. The woman brought my oralite glass. May the host child not have acute and prolonged abdominal pain.

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The knock on the door of the room, shocked me and rose from a slanted sleep. I opened my eyes on the wall clock of the room pointing at the number eleven. I remember if it was night. Who's looking for me nights like this..

The old woman had been standing in front of my room with a clearly anxious look. I looked relieved and smiled as I opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Please mother, Ling. Rus is hot. At this hour, which doctor is still open?" asked Bu Yanti with a very worried look.

"What's wrong, mom? Mas Rus is already an adult," I asked in amazement of his anxiety. For what is very worried, the Rus had once wandered on the island of Borneo alone. Must have been a lot of salty rice in his life overseas. Sure if Rush is able and good at taking care of himself.

"Please get the same car to the doctor, Ling. Rus could not drive, he said. I'm old, can't get a cab onlen." Bu Yanti explained while gently patting my back. 

Aaah, fine, all right. It's for the sake of my concern for the humanity so attached to the soul..

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The man in brown skin with his full name Ahmad Arrushqi Harjo looked pale and powerless. Lying still by being examined by a graceful veiled female doctor.

I tidied up Rush's brown leather wallet and I kept it safe in my bag. I asked her for a ID when filling out the emergency patient status form for the nurse. 

But Rush thrust his entire wallet at me. It might have been very powerless to just pull out a card of his. And I'm very lucky, because Rush still remembers to bring his wallet with him.

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Doctors recommended hospitalization, and Rushqi agreed. It was automatically I who became the goddess of help once again. Take care of it even with a very tired body soul. 

Yes, I feel this energy is being squeezed to move beyond capacity. In fact, it would be like to hug the bolster and lean comfortably on the pillow. Tired after a day of work with the system overtime.

"What's your name?" The sudden voice of the man was very shocking. Rush looked at me.

"Linga.. Yanti ma'am said my name to you." I answered as I poured out my new wallet from my bag.

"Please bring it. I can't keep. All at the time of payment later," Rush said, looking at me.

"As for your name, I forgot. Sorry," welcome Rush with a slight smile.

"No problem" I answered briefly. 

"Aren't you angry with me?" ask me slowly. But I think it's quite audible for that guy.

"No, ma'am Yanti told me. Sorry, I stole your favorite coffee. And I'm so troublesome to you, Ling." The man said as he allowed his own blanket. 

"Eh, no problem.." I answered awkwardly. Forced to lie a little with my sense of self, for his own good.

"Thank you" Rush said briefly without looking at me. 

I was silent, too, without any interest in commenting. Just a glance if Rush is trying to rest well. Whether pretending or indeed drowsy, his eyes had closed tightly. Without even asking her. I wait here, or let me go home..

Finally just crumpled up on the couch in the treatment room, one room with Rush. I want to close my eyes well. 

Forgetting for a moment my fret and my gala. How tomorrow morning. I have to go to work for that instant noodle company back. I don't know, just sleeping comfortably and dreaming beautifully is what I really want this time..