The Noodle In Love
03. Miss Yong

The dawn prayer from the mosque next to the clinic woke me up this morning. I saw that Rush was awake, even sitting on the edge of the bed. Looked at me blatantly without speaking a word.

Although uncomfortable, I just ignored the gaze that I did not understand the meaning at all. Not very reluctant to ask, I'm not a nurse or a nanny.

I immediately skated to the bathroom and cleaned myself as necessary. I want to go home and work this morning. Let Ms. Yanti change to keep her young master cared for. 

I don't want to lose money by skipping work just for the sake of looking after the owner's son. Which I think, the pain is not my total fault. My butan coffee he drank was just a trigger.

The doctor said Rush's stamina was dropping, and the man admitted it. Preparation to go home and travel from the island of Borneo to the island of Batam, is very tiring. 

With a slight clumsiness, I approached Rushqi who was still sitting on the bed. The face that last night was very pale, now it was no longer too.

"Mas, I'll go home first. Later Yanti ma'am who will come to replace accompany," I said quickly. Then I walked over to the table to get my bag on it.

"Assalamu'alaikum," my greeting before passing from him. The online taxi that came to pick me up would be booked while walking outside.

"Corpus,,!" rush's call would be my name, cancelling my hand to close the door to his room. I put my face back at him.

"Wait a minute, let's go home together. Bored of it" Rush said, jumping out of bed. The man looked ordinary, like he was not sick. Only the infusion on my hand made me sure that the man was having an acute stomach problem.

The guard nurse who happened to come, seemed confused as Rushqi said her intentions. The two of them then discussed, and Rushqi seemed to turn my head with a nod.

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The heart beat goes along with the footsteps that hunt down the worker's absence scan machine. So relieved of my heart, the timer at seven has not yet sounded and there are still two minutes left for me. Half-run I headed to the QC room with a worried feeling.

Ah, it's so limp it feels. The morning briefing begins before seven o'clock. Very diligent miss Yong this morning. Once too late, my superior who is a Chinese woman was blocked. Well, what apes once was me..

"Velingga,,! Why you late?!" hardik miss Yong as soon as I joined the march. The old woman is very famous. Even with his own team members, including myself.

"Sorry, miss. I was waiting for a friend who was sick at Panbill clinic," I explained to miss Yong who was taking a sharp incline at me. He did make a rule if we had to come fifteen minutes ahead of working hours. If it was slow and he looked, his mouth would be grumbling bitterly once.

"You think this is your friend's company?! If you come slow again, you guard the entire line!" miss Yong threatened me.

My mouth just stares straight at him. Keeping the whole line, is a horror threat to our whole QC team in the field. In addition to buried work, but the burden borne is widening and varied. Because keep the whole production process in all the long instant noodle making machines.

The woman also tightened her lip line while still clinging to me. This is what he really likes. He doesn't like to argue. It could be that if I contradict with one word only, he will be more bullied with screeching and swearing.

"Corn,,! Fill in the briefing, ask your other friends. Remember,,! Tomorrow, come early..!" Miss Yong cried out loudly to me.

"Yes, miss Yong,,!" answer me quickly. I also nodded at my fierce superiors who resembled that attached mak..

Miss Yong gave me a special message. Before the lean tall lean body, enter the private room translucent. 

"Who's your friend? You're lucky, your mother doesn't berate you too much. Secretly you are the golden boy, Ling," concluded a friend of mine, mbak Tari. Suddenly standing close beside me. His voice whispered while writing something. I admit the truth of his opinion. I feel grateful and relieved. Miss Yong just rebuked me a little.

"Sick boarding boy," I answered softly as I put my bag in the closet. Serves as a joint locker belonging to QC team.

"Turkey? Where's the parent going?" tanya mbak Dance again and seems still busy writing. Looks like he's pretending. The movements of the questioner are just consistently back and forth. Dance is just kepo to me.

"He's a handsome bambang.. His mother and father took the hajj to Mecca, "I answered while taking my tools. Chest board and weighing device.

"Busyet," welcome mbak Tari while melengos and still writing. There was a smile on his cheek.

I also held back a smile, not wanting to be caught by miss Yong from her room. We are like fish in an aquarium that are used to stealing eyes from each other. More precisely, miss Yong was observing us, and it was us who stole a glance at him. 

"Ling,,! Get down to the line, you'll be metered,,!" whispered another friend of mine, Ita, passing by me. 

"Yes, brother,,!" welcome me to Ita. 

She's a Malay woman far above me, one of my field mates who also guards the production line like me. But sometimes we also get a lab room handle if we are overtime during the holidays. Miss Yong will only give entry to a handful of QC.

The first production process I had to go to was the grinding room or grinding the seasonings. Where to monitor everything related to the process. Starting from washing, cleanliness of the machine and its operation. Even the cleanliness of the operator as well. They must wear head cover, face mask and apron body wrapping.

There will be a lot of grinding materials and seasonings here. Such as chili, pepper, sugar, salt, curry leaves, lemongrass leaves and others. All are ingredients to make seasonings from instant noodles. Which are the fine materials of grinding will be deposited into the production room in the soup room. Instant noodle seasoning making place.

It's just a procedure. In fact, only signing checking and posting records that we make. Looking around at the sight. After all the theoretical data monitor I gave a check mark in the sense that everything is okay, then shifted to the chicken cider production room and salting. And somehow this production space is just called a guargam.

The room contains three giant pans to boil chicken and salt and also has a giant freezer to freeze chicken reserves. Even I often go in the freezer with a pile of frozen chicken. For this reason, monitor the freezer temperature in a stable number in the engine settings.

In addition to temperature, in this guargam must monitor the observance of salt levels and concentration of chicken cider water. If this boiling process is completed, it will separate automatically between the chicken bones with the chicken cider water. This bone will be sack in one pot only.

From the guargam, take the stairs to the mixer room on the second floor. Instant noodle dough making place. Dozens of tubes contained a mixer, embedded half poking on the floor. 

Here is the stirring of the flour material with the irrigation of chicken cider directly from the pipe and connected with the pipe in the guargam. The average stirring machine is thirty minutes. Although there are also those that reach stirring up to an hour. Depending on the type of flour and the type of instant noodles to be made.

"Ling, just tick it all. Mr. Nurlahi had come to the check just now" said a man who was the leader in the mixer room. Hendra. The man from the city of Salatiga, was very polite and kind. Nurlahi is the name of his supervisor. We've been very compact with each other. Although the QC is new, thank God, I can adapt quickly here. The falsification of data between us is very systematic and neat.

"Ho oh, my. This is also hasty. Right yes, okay all yes. I have potatoes.." I checked all the data and columns. No need to wait for the answer.

Always like this, come stay tick and signature. This has been taught by seniors who give training at the beginning of entering first. Just trust for the sake of smooth working. The effect of the lack of workers in the QC department.

New workers obtained from the installation of job vacancies come alternately. However, no one was able to survive for long here. The work presure was shouldered very high and Miss Yong was fierce.

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