The Noodle In Love
25. Kunikahis

Although it feels disrespectful and may be considered impolite. I arranged to retreat first to the hostess with the guest still intact has not returned home. They are dissolving in lectures and tausiah from the father of kyai who is very good at saying words.

The hostess quite understand and understand if only I was tired and wanted to rest. Makhlum, my twelve-hour work is also today. Same with Rushqi.

But, for the job calculation I don't understand. What Rushqi also receives overtime or simply serves as a superior. Which usually does not get a calculation as an overtime job employee. Because, the salary Rushqi received was quite high compared to field QC like me.

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I took a ride in the attic of the clothes I had washed at dawn. Including new batik clothes that I used to wear last night. I'm being diligent this time. Don't call laundry services to carry my dirty clothes like normal days. Although sometimes Ms. Yanti offers to wash, but I refuse because it is not hearty and reluctant.

The morning is still bright, there is no sign of sunrise in the eastern horizon. However, it is clear from where I stand if the yard that was crowded and crowded last night, is now empty and back very clean. There was no sign of the former crowd there last night.

Same thing with event preparation. Do not know how precarious the preparation, know the successful event held on Day H. Not even Ms. Yanti was involved in the slightest. All taken care of by the hajj and hajj sir neatly and quickly. As long as there is money, connection and experience, anything can be done in the blink of an eye.

"Geeh!!"

Not surprised and I don't turn my head again. It seems that Deheman Rushqi was already very familiar to me. So this brain does not need to respond hard to surprise. But it has memorized with the model and nature of Rushqi's soft dehem at any time.

"Why not in the laundry?!"

Rushqi exclaimed from the side. I think Rushqi's room is right next to my attic. He had seen some laundry people come to pick up and take my clothes. Maybe for Rushqi I was a lazy girl.

"Intensely diligent!" I cried without looking at him.

"Do you like the clothes I picked?! So you're in the spirit of washing yourself?!" rushqi asked again. I was tearing my batik shirt last night at the hanger. Ah, she's a child I think. Also, she never took care of women.

I ignored her silly question. It's early in the morning, it's not good to ruin my own mood just because I can't be patient. That was Rushqi's attitude to me anyway. Come to think of it, he never did anything evil to me. Only his mouth could not bear to touch my heart.

"Today, how many reminders will you make for me, Ling?!" yell again. I want to laugh because of it.

"Is your life really bothered by reminders?! Until this morning you talked about it?! Work issues do not need to be discussed at home!" I cried with a little annoyance. I breathed deeply, not wanting to be provoked by his words.

"Not to be mistaken. It's not you I gave the reminder, it's the line you keep! You're smart enough to take care of her!" I'm calling on Rushqi.

"Go ahead, it's the same!"

Good Lord! This time I was surprised, his voice was so close behind me. Rushqi has indeed been behind me. Crossed over to the porch in my attic, like he had done in the past.

"Why are you here, not polite! This is a girls area!!" I felt unaccepting. Rushqi has been disrupting my privacy again.

"You violated my privacy. Not just this time. But that night you made a mistake. Why did you repeat it again this time?!" my fierceness at Rushqi was half-screaming.

"Velingga, why are you so scared?! I'm just on your attic porch. No intention of being mean to you!" Rushqi looked confused and confused. I also realized that my reaction might be excessive.

"Next time don't surprise me!" my complaint will be his ridiculous behavior.

"Sorry, Lingga. Why are you so surprised. What's the difference downstairs from up here. I was just looking at it," Rushqi explained, looking a little awkward to me.

"I was just traumatized by your behavior that night. At that time I was not wearing a hood. You are not polite. You should have pretended not to see me, didn't have to show up to see me. I was so embarrassed and traumatized at the time. Your conduct is so unworthy" I wrote to Rush, who was still staring at me. The man moved closer to me.

"I was on purpose, Ling. Sorry. Rather than me always peeking at you silently, I guess more content to come closer and see you in person. Just once, right. You must have cursed me."

I salute the man I consider this childish. It turns out his thinking is quite far. Have a deep religious understanding. Ah, no doubt about his religion. Not even dating..

"really so? Yeah, I get it. I'm sorry, it's so bad to think about you. Thank you for your kind intentions to me, too" I said softly to Rush, but not in a soft tone. I think my heart has become suddenly disinclined at Rushqi.

"Linga, what if you don't have to date?" ask Rushqi suddenly. His eyes looked at the stretch of clothes I was drying.

"What do you mean forbid me to date?" I was surprised by the heartbeat in my chest. We stand facing each other.

"Just send your future husband. What if you marry me?" Rush's question is like a lightning strike to me.

"What do you mean???" I guess I'm just confused I heard.

"I'm interested in marrying you. Rather than me confused looking, rather than being known, I think I would rather just marry you," Rushqi said, further causing my shock.

How strange. Strange man. Is this a proposal? It's so easy he said. There is no romantic. Rushqi blew myself up once. What do I think of a sudden wedding.

It's not really me if I get married without having a relationship for a while. Trying to get married.. Or pick a cat in a tied sack. Ah, not really dooong! My main reason for ogah is, not ciintaaa..

"Ling, I'm serious. Do you want to? Forgive my attitude all this time that made your heart hurt. Forgive me, Linga," Rushqi said with a darkened, flushed face. I'm sure Rushqi is serious. But I was surprised, I wasn't ready. Especially the man who always hurt my heart who wants to marry me. Like a dream, I guess.

"You don't joke too much. Things like that don't be made fun of," I reasoned. It felt very uncomfortable with Rushqi's gaze as if it was skinning me. Even though I was in a full hood.

"Velingga, I'm not kidding. I'm very serious. Really, I want to marry you" Rush assured me. Shook my head.

"Suppose we don't know yet. We have not been getting along this whole time either. You always hurt my feelings. There's no way we can fit in if we get married. You're so silly, Rushqi, "I try to politely refuse.

"I'm sorry about that, Ling. Not that I mean hurt your feelings. Promise, I won't repeat it again" Rushqi spoke solemnly.

"But I can't forget your attitude as I please. My heart aches, I cannot force myself to marry you. I'm sorry" I said solemnly to Rushqi.

"Ling, if you don't want to. My people will marry me to their friend's daughter. I think instead of marrying a girl I don't know at all, you'd better marry me" Rush said softly.

It seems like the childish man is starting to resign with my repulsion. He is indeed a believer in marriage ala ta'ruf, married because resignedly introduced by parents or smart people who are poured. Believe in the religious goodness of women who are chosen by people who are religious smart or the parents themselves.

"That's your risk, mas. Risk from your life principles. Yes, accept the consequences" I said without the slightest sympathy.

"You seriously don't want me to marry you, Ling?" ask Rushqi again. I shook my head quickly, reassuring my heart. Convinced that I would never regret reject it. Rushqi is not my soul mate, I don't like it. He was a man who was almost never sweet with me.

To me, all of this was Rushqi's own fault. As a man who has not opened his heart and head. Imprisoned with ethics, principles, beliefs, and adherence to parents. That's good, and it's noble. But, Rushqi had not been able to be completely sincere. Still trying to figure out which loophole is best for him.

Why force yourself if you are not sincere. Why not try socializing as a man with women in general.

"Alright, Ling. I hope there will be no regrets in your heart" Rushqi said in a tone of voice as stiff as his face. Seems like I'm very disappointed in you.

Rushqi again walked towards the second-floor terrace of the mother house. As expected, his room was closest and side by side to the terrace in my attic. The man had drowned at the door of his room.

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