The Noodle In Love
22. Endure Abai

"Ling!!" My steps were stopped by the cry of the very man I was addressing. He was walking slowly towards me.

"Well, you have makeup talent too, Ling? The more kinclong wes you like gini," said ma'am Yanti praising me. As always, I love to track myself from head to toe.

"Mom, my makeup isn't excessive, is it?" I asked the same mom Yanti with me looking down on me.

"Ora, ora advantages wes. Ora thinks you are usually flexible wes, added pantes kayak gini, Ling," bu Yanti again threw a more flattering compliment for me. But honestly, I like it. Makes me feel excited.

"Thank you, ma'am. Still in accordance with the Hajj visit event yes, ma'am," I said once again to make sure.

"As per, Ling. Thank goodness your clothes are the same twin as Rus. The more memorable the event the lady and the Hajj sir, Ling," said Ms. Yanti.

We were walking through a very spacious and tidy house. Not too much furniture and decoration. Precisely if the decoration is quiet like this, this clean white wall painted house looks attractive and elegant.

The master house space has been successfully passed by us. It's going through the door and it's going out on the porch.

"That's them there. Let's join the madam, Ling," said Bu Yanti while pointing to the front there.

I saw in the green lawn, the hajj maam was waving at us. Invited me and Miss Yanti to join us there. Guests have come, but still seem lonely.

They all watched our steps. Thankful that I have Miss Yanti with me. If only I had been alone, it could have been my path would have felt drifting unsteady on earth.

We have arrived in front of them. There was Fatimah ma'am and Harjo sir, both of whom had hajj. Also Denis with a new batik shirt with a deep red base color, looks very match with the color of his skin bright. The increasingly handsome Denis looked at me while continuing to smile unblinkingly. His sight was always warmly soothing.

I know, next to Denis some distance away, stood the man who was bored with me. Then I purposely avoided sliding my eyes at him. There was absolutely no desire for hateful glances between me and the host's youngest son. Is he wearing his new batik suit? Ah, but curious...

"Linga, you're so beautiful with your new robe. But, how can your clothes be the same as yours?" denis asked in amazement while looking at the person next to her.

I'm sure it was Rush. So, the man was also wearing the same new batik as me right now. Is he holding back shame? If you are ashamed, why wear it? Own wrong..

"Linga, you're amazing. Who taught you how to dance?" ask the woman who was none other than Hajj Fatimah, Rush's mother. I threw her the sweetest smile. He pulled my hand closer.

"Thank you, mum. I'm just learning on my own, still trying," I told the graceful middle-aged woman with a super-long, wide white veil.

"Ling, it looks like you and my son are very compact. Did Rush pick your shirt?" ask Haji Fatimah with a soft look at me.

I shook my head in response to the difficult position.My hands have been pulled strong to stand beside him. There was Yanti maam who was also standing next to me.

"Emm, mom. Uh, yes ma'am," I replied resignedly to him. Haji looks smiling looking at me.

"Linga, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Eat at any table you choose. Take the food there," said Fatimah's mother, my boarding mother, pointing to an elongated table beside the lecture stage. Looks food plates and menus, lined and abundant arranged very neatly there.

"Rush, you haven't eaten since you got home from work with a lingga, have you?" tanya ma'am Fatimah persuaded her son gently.

"Denis, you want to eat again? Go eat again with Rush and Linga,,!" hajj Fatimah to Denis.

"Yes already, Denis. You just stay here. The guests will be many in a moment,"

"You just Rushqi and Lingga, eat there! The wind will be difficult. If you're embarrassed, don't want to eat here, just go to the kitchen. But yes eat potluck at the dinner table. Or you take it here, but it's taken to the kitchen,"

Haji Fatimah pushed gently on my back. Gave me the spirit to go to dinner soon. What he says is up to where I like. In this crowded place, or pull over safely in the kitchen.

Now my feet are stretching and re-entering the mother house. Go to the kitchen to have dinner there. Feel more comfortable if you eat alone there. While the youngest son of the host, either he will choose to take nakan where.

"Ehem!!"

Ah, like gonna jump out the heart from the chest. Although it was like shaking my ears, pretending not to hear and see was the right choice.

He sat in front of me without taking the plates and spoons first like me. I didn't look at it one bit when I took the rice and side dishes as they were on the table. Then I began to enjoy the contents of my plate by trying to look calm.

"Ling, don't you want to get it for me?" he asked calmly as if there were no problems between us before.

I kept quiet and would not look at him. His sharp tongue really cannot be forgotten. He felt no guilt and never apologized to me.

"Ling, you don't want to take it?" ask her in a soft and gentle tone.

Ah, I was disappointed with my heart that was so easy to feel pity for. Can't bear to keep trying.

"I'm Velingga, I'm paying a fee here. I'm not your mom, not Yanti's mom. Don't ever ask me for help," I said at last. Even though my tone and face both sound very slender.

The man in front of me shuts up. No longer trying to interrupt me. Slowly stand up, take the plate, spoon, fork from the cupboard. He sat down again and took his own food on his plate. Then start eating slowly and quietly. We were immersed in the complicated currents in each other's heads.

"Ling, your clothes are good," said the man suddenly. He spoke between his meal and his chew.

I pretended not to listen, nor did I want to respond. Only my clothes are praised, my appearance is not. Better just shut up.

"Ling... Don't you realize that you look so beautiful and beautiful?" Ruski again voiced out with his tank, which secretly made my soul half fly low because of his flattery flattery to me.

"You're a liar man. Just tell me if I'm the girl who's boring you," I said fiercely quickly. Although in the heart is being excited by praise that is somehow as deep as what is honest.

"Why are you so? Are you still so mad at me?" ask Rush again while scooping quickly the contents of the plate. It was so angry with this guy. Very disturbing my feelings.

"No, I'm not angry. You are innocent. But I just hate you so much. I'm tired of seeing you, "I'm fierce once again violently.

Scroll towards his face. It seemed silent and there was no meaningful expression there anymore. That handsome face seemed relaxed with whatever he was hearing from me.

That annoying Errushqi is just like ignoring all my sadistic grievances. My speech is like coming in from the right ear coming out again to the left. I think it's really upset with him!

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