The Noodle In Love
30. Dress Dress Dress

Almost twelve o'clock in the night, but these eyes could not close at all. Not because it is not sleepy, but because it is uncomfortable with clothes that I have to not exchange. It was very uncomfortable to sleep in clothes that had fluttered in the streets.

Because there are no plans to stay, so do not think to bring a change of clothes. Now I'm confused myself, with what this shirt I replaced. It is also impossible with a pair of mukena available in the closet in the room

The room that the owner calls this house is very comfortable. The setting is very good, so even though it is not spacious it feels quite roomy.

An open bedroom, directly connected to the door. So I don't think this is a house. But it is just a large room.

Hoe,,! Hoe,,! Hoe,,!

My fear was replaced by shock because someone was knocking on my door outside. Who, Rushqi? For what, it's very night. I grabbed my pashminaku's veil and kulilit's original.

While I held back the thump due to misgivings, I approached the door of the room slowly. No guts I open. Just standing mute behind the door with a thumping heart.

Hoe,,! Hoe,,! Hoe,,!

"Who??" I doubt the door knockers outside. My guess must have been Rushqi who had no idea what his goal was. But I was very reluctant to open the door.

"I, Ling," replied the man's voice behind the door. Even though I thought, I still feel relieved. Yes, he is Errushqi.

"What's wrong?" ask me in a soft voice.

"Why not sleep? Your room lights are bright. Usually you sleep dark, Ling?" ask Rushqi behind the door.

"Yes, I can't sleep" I said. But I'm sure Rush can hear it from the outside.

"Why?" rushqi asked more like me.

"This is a sudden sleepover. So don't bring a change of clothes. My clothes are dirty. I can't sleep comfortably. It feels very uncomfortable and hot" I said without wanting any alibi from the man straight behind the door. My powerful soul suddenly wanted to come out of it these nights on Rush. Like a girl with no shame just talk to me right now.

"You want to change your clothes?" ask Rush again outside.

"Yes, but there's no lemongrass" I said, making it clear to Rush.

"Just a second, Ling. I'll be back soon."

There was a step away after Rushqi finished speaking. I don't know where Rush went. Maybe I'll get some clothes for me. But, to whom?

No, no, no, Rushqi would go to the hajj's room and lend me clothes. I'd be so embarrassed. I regretted for a moment my open attitude towards Rush.

Tok..!Tok..!Geck!

Rushqi had come again, which had gone out of nowhere.

"What's wrong?" I was curious, without the slightest annoyance at him.

"Whose's?" aska I want to know.

"Open a little bit of your door. Trust me, nothing will happen." Rushqi persuaded me in a still voice.

The ceklerk!

I opened it wide and I no longer hid myself behind the door. Rushqi stood behind me.

"Where, mas? Sorry troublesome," I said softly. Wish Rush turned around and looked at me.

Rush reached out his shirt and indeed turned around later.

"It doesn't matter if you wear this, Ling. What matters is clean. There are no women's clothes here. Except mama's shirt, but I think she's asleep. Just wear that. Come on in." I took a shirt from his hand which Rush only glanced at me.

"Here you go, get in there" Rush said, sounding stiff to me.

Rushqi had taken the door frame and pulled it shut. I heard faint hasty steps away from my room. Rushqi had passed and left quickly. Not looking at me as much as usual. I clasped two pieces of Rushqi's shirt tightly with a broken smile that I didn't notice.

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The dawn prayer rang forty-five minutes ago, along with an alarm ringing on my phone. Not getting up when I hear the tone and the adzan alarm, but setting the alarm back again on my phone.

I slept a smile last night, and now I wake up smiling. Feeling that this long-sleeved plain black shirt and boxy holster I was wearing was very soft wrapped around me. This is what Rushqi gave me last night.

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This morning was a little lunch for me. If at home Yellow Face, have been accustomed to sitting at the dining table long before seven o'clock. Now the three of us have breakfast together at eight more than twenty-five minutes.

No longer in the house occupied by the hajj, but on the dining table. Mrs Haji said she was lazy to cook today. Angan cooking a variety of his own menu, hindered by the taste of his old body tired.

"Ling, why don't your clothes change? Don't you have a replacement shirt?" ask the hajj while sweeping my eyes on my shirt.

"Yes, mom. I didn't know last night if I didn't go home. So don't think of bringing another shirt" I smiled.

"Oh God, Liing. Why didn't you say?? So last night you slept in a shirt that didn't change?? Why don't you say mama, haaa??" ask Haji Fatimah's mom how excited.

Confused to answer. I only looked back at her gentle face with a smile. It is impossible to tell the truth to the hajj. In fact, there was a shirt and holster of his son in the shoulder bag that I was in. Of course, if his mother knew, I would feel very ashamed of his mother.

While Rush, just keep quiet with an occasional look at me for a moment. Like understanding and supporting in silence. With whatever my reasons.

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