The Noodle In Love
23. Eat Together

No more Rush words coming out for me. We continued to mute each other until the food ran out on the plate. Although I started eating, the end result was a faster Rush.

He didn't leave first but continued to sit still which I thought while watching me. Probably waiting for me to finish to get back together to receive guests up front.

There were no comments or grunts as I deliberately lingered with my chewing and swallowing. Until it was finished, Rush did not speak.

For the sake of prolonging and making Rush sound upset, not even during the event linger in the kitchen. I make coffee even though there is no strong intention to drink it at this time. But, he did not comment and continued to sit quietly watching.

The coffee that I used to make was warm, now very hot because puree uses boiling water. Until sitting back in front of him while I was printing my coffee, Rush was still silent mode.

While pretending to wait for my coffee to warm up, I played my phone at the table. I hope Rush gets upset and scolds me. Because my feelings started to get upset by themselves and were very unpleasant. Segan with the hostess who now must have many guests and busy serving. The two members of his team relax here.

"Why do you linger in the kitchen?" I just can't stand the annoying guy in front of me.

"Aren't you the one who lingered here?" his tan was flat without any tone of expression.

"You don't understand, I'm waiting for my coffee to cool? You are, what are you doing? You just sit still, you better go ahead and greet the guests" I said sarcastically.

"You're the reason for making your coffee hot" Rush said.

Despite grumbling, his tone was slow and painless. But this is not what I was hoping for. Rush wasn't provoked to be upset with me.

Surprised when Rush grabbed my coffee and poured it in a big glass. Add the contents with cold water in the pot. I want to laugh at his behavior. He'll definitely have me spend it soon.

"It's warm, drink it" he said, holding a large glass in his hand.

"It's not delicious. Not sweet, excess water," I said, rejecting it. Rush seemed to wake up and scramble for a moment his neat hair.

"You taste it, if it's not good to throw it away." Rush had sat down and was progressively advancing the glass in front of me.

I immediately grabbed the glass to prove my point. It was not good, very less sweet. I don't like.

"You made my coffee feel really bad. Make something madzir. Spend this coffee yourself." I put this big glass on the table again.

"You already?" asked Rush looked at me with a patient expression. I shook my head looking at him. Why doesn't he look upset?

Unexpectedly, the childish supervisor took the coffee cup and sipped it for quite a while. Then put it back. Suddenly feeling clumsy and disinclined.

Rush had drunk to the end of the glass. My heart that was originally clumped in iceberg chunks, instantly melted and melted. It's just that simple, the reason my heart warms to him.

"Let's go back to the front with me, Ling. Your clothes and appearance are very good. Isn't it a pity that you only show off in the kitchen? There's no one here but me. Are you satisfied with just my compliments?"

Duh, Rush's attitude towards me is getting harder and harder for me to understand. The words just now can't be sure I understand. Either sincerely praise peacefully, or return to provoke my patience with his hatred. Only being annoyed at him reigns over my heart.

"I'm ashamed to wear the same clothes as you" I said. Change the facts of my feelings. Trying to offend him a little.

"Why are you ashamed?" ask Rush gently. I was a little surprised by it.

"Am I so embarrassing? I'm not handsome? Am I far from perfect? I don't deserve to wear the same clothes as you? Which is your reason, Ling?" ask him again and a lot of it to me. I tried hard to cover my confusion and shock. The childish supervisor was quite good at seducing me.

"I don't have a single reason" I snorted hurriedly.

I left him in the kitchen hurriedly walking through the master room towards the terrace.

But before passing through the door, this shoulder is patted gently from behind. Rushqi was almost on par with me, his legs long. We were lost when we had to walk together.

Replaced with the honorable speaker who has been invited by the host as the core filler of the show. Has stood authoritatively on the stage as a bearer of tausiah and wasilah.

"You've been eating a really long time, Rush. Fortunately, there was Denis who stoodby for guests. Get ahead of there!" hajj ma'am exclaims to her son.

"Ling, are you being bullied by Rushqi?" ask haji to me while holding my shoulder.

"No, ma'am," I actually said. The man honestly didn't bother me. Only teasing makes me always hurt. It's impossible if I put it on the parent at this time.

"Yes, Rushki, take Lingga forward. Join Denis and mbokmu," said the hajj to the boys, but looked at me and smiled.

No talk, I followed Rush forward and stopped occasionally. Imitating the guests who passed us. Despite not knowing, I greeted with a very sweet smile to all the host guests who had lent me a smile.

"You eat stones? It's your turn, I'm going to the bathroom. Rush, where's your room key?" ask Denis with a face.

"OKay. I never locked it" said Rush, who then sank in a deep dive on the guests who came.

"Ling, I'll leave first. My stomach hurts, can't take it anymore. Good thing you guys came on time." Denis said before moving on to the porch of the mother house.

Now it's just me, Miss Yanti and Rushqi who are standing in front of the gate to welcome guests. While the hajj and hajj sir chose to stand beside the buffet table which could talk for a long time with the guests there.

Order of arrival of guests from the gate, directly on the way to the buffet table. Take a meal and take it to the tables that are available a lot in front of the lecture stage.

They will entertain tastes while listening to tausiah live from the father of the speaker. In addition to heavy meals at the buffet table, at the guest tables are also presented small boxes of fruit salad and packaged drinks as fresh desserts.

The hajj and hajj sir rejoined together to welcome guests at the gate. The guests who came were already rare and had even stopped completely the flow. There is a family who seems familiar with the host.

"Want a ghost soon, jeng?" a middle-aged woman asked the hajj while looking at me and Rush.

"Yes, Jeng. Please just pray to be given the fluency, yes.." Hajj ma'am said it while looking at me and Rush for a moment.

"Yyaa, God willing, it must be smooth. They're very compatible, jeng. It's nice to see," the mother said back.

I had to throw a sweet smile when he turned his head back and smiled broadly at me. Try Legowo with all the expressions on their kepo faces.

Those are just some of the comments I've heard tonight. Many expressed their hearts and thoughts that Rush and I were a matching couple.

Surprisingly, there was no heartache or harsh rejection with their conjectures. Rush and I were both silent and resigned to their assumption of us. It doesn't matter if we're the ghibah material on their table.

The arrival of the guests really ended until Fatimah ma'am poked my shoulder slowly.

"Cathlon, Rushqi. Don't go yet. There's a group of tax men your father's new comrades have come. Take a moment" said the hajj to me and Rush.

Outside the fence, several new men came down from the car. Hajj sir and hajji maam smiled widely to welcome the arrival of those who approached.

Follow them like Rush standing closest to the fence. Some of the men passed me after shaking hands smoothly. Until someone stood still, still holding my hand tightly. That guy was staring at me. I was no less surprised and stunned to look at him.

"Cathlon,,,??" he said softly with increasingly attached to look at me. My mouth was tight and my lips were very stiff.

"Why are you here?" ask again because I kept quiet. I was not surprised by him either. Didn't know we would suddenly meet tonight. This is a really great surprise for me.

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