The Noodle In Love
31. Threesome Street

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam! Be careful, you guys!"

Rush and I together say goodbye to the hajj that was returned with a wave of hands. We'll pick up Keke at his house to take the three-way by Rush.

Because we no longer stop here, Haji Fatimah brought several boxes of food menu to take home to Muka Kuning and also to the Keke family at home.

Rushqi led me down the Nagoya highway this morning. Heading to the house of Keke's parents in downtown Nagoya who have a business buying and selling electronics is quite large.

Keke was twenty-four years old, two years above me. The beautiful Acehnese girl was the youngest of three children. All of his brothers were married, one lived in Aceh, and the other settled in Java.

Tired of the monotony of the efforts of the parents he was also involved in, Keke went to the industrial city in Muka Kuning. With the help of his father's good acquaintance, a contact lens company accepted him to work as a staff.

Keke, who had been unfortunate in the company for almost three years, was more or less recorded as a resident in the dormitory. Then I came and lived together for almost five months. The two of us agreed to leave the dormitory for a way out of our serious personal problems.

"How was your sleep last night?" ask Rushqi while driving.

"I feel lazy to wake up" I answered honestly. I think that guy's gonna understand my whole point.

"Do you live in your house?" ask Rush again by looking at me for a moment.

"I don't leave it, but I'm carrying it in my bag now" I replied as I patted my bag once.

"Why?" ask Rush wonder.

"I'll wash it, then I'll give it back to the ones I have," I said, which I planned.

"If you like it, just for you. Don't you give it back, Ling," Rush said softly with earnest eyes. Honestly, I did not expect his offer.

"I'll give it back. I don't want it, it's a used shirt, your ex" I said. Which in fact, remember if it's the clothes he still uses, it makes my feelings feel uncertain.

"Yes, give it back. I will also assume that the shirt is your mark" Rushqi said with a small smile. Heih, this guy..

"That's your own shirt. So don't think it's my old shirt" I protested with Rush's remarks, which I felt uncomfortable to me.

"It's my own shirt, but it's your old one." Rushqi spoke leisurely while smiling. I feel so alone with the thoughts in his head

"And when I return to you, I am already washed," I protested to the man who casually turned my head.

"The chronology can't be washed, Ling," Rush said by raising one side of his brow to my feet. Heih, I didn't think that the handsome man I thought was so straight was coming here more and more.

This mouth closed and I just let it say. Rushqi was like everyone else and not a man with a machete-mouthed mouth. But more often talking is sometimes nosy and silly.

Rushqi stopped at a fairly large and crowded electronics store. As per the shared location by Keke on his phone.

Just as the two of us were descending, a beautiful girl with a red hood appeared to come out of the store and welcome us.

"Have you come?!" keke shouted as he approached our place.

"Are you ready, Ke?" tanya Rushqi welcomed the future wife. Keke smiled briefly at Rushqi while nodding. There was no awkward or embarrassed expression on her pretty face.

Keke looked at me and smiled again. His feet moved closer.

"You're not going home to Yellow Face, Ling?" keke asked warmly and gently to me.

"Yuk enter first," Keke asked as he gently grabbed my shoulder.

"Come, Ling. Enter first. All permission from Keke's parents" Rush said. Because, Keke actually feels indifferent to Rush and more attention to me. It felt a bit disinclined at Rushqi. Does he feel too?

"Sepi, Ke. Where are your parents?" tanya Rush represents my wonder.

We entered a large house after entering through a small hallway next to the shop. Keke's house has no courtyard and terrace.

"Father and mother take new stock in the factory distributor, mas," Keke replied as he greeted us sitting with his arms stretched out.

Keke went to the kitchen, he said he wanted to make us coffee. Rush didn't ban it. But also not nodding. Just watching Keke who looked brightly excited.

Keke returned a few minutes later with a small tray of three cups of coffee. Put it in front of Rush and drop it one cup on the mat.

"Please drink it, mas" Keke said without looking at Rushqi. Then he moved to the table in front of me. Keke took out another cup.

"Ling, your idol coffee. Still like it, right? Warm, not hot" Keke said with a big smile on me.

But Keke didn't just put my warm cup of coffee. But take her sitting next to me.

"This Cobain I made is dong, Ling. I haven't seen you drink hot coffee in a long time. I want to see" said Keke, who may sound strange and spoiled. Keke's attitude was like that to me.

But, I saw Rush who kept watching us with eyebrows sometimes clinging. I feel very restless, do not want the straight man sniffing strange things from Keke's attitude to me.

Keke has a pretty dark past, which could also be related to me. What I regret, Keke like not caring to keep his attitude in front of the future husband. It is precisely me who is worried and feels uneasy.

"His son, Ke. However, if you like it is delicious," I replied while laying my own cup that was stretched by Keke.

The pretty hand stuck to the tissue box, then pulled out a sheet. I know what Keke's gonna do to my lips.

I quickly grabbed my own tissue and wiped my lips. I don't want Keke to first do this dime on my lips. Keke just squeezed a piece of tissue that had been taken without having time to use to pack anything. Rush seemed increasingly wrinkled as I rolled my eyes at his handsome face.

"Would we leave now?" I was very hopeful about Rush. Don't want Keke to show me another wave.

"Come on. Ke, we're leaving now?" rushqi asked softly at Keke.

"Yes, yuk," Keke said after grabbing his bag from the couch.

My feet were fast ahead of Rush and Keke. I left the prospective couple by walking in front. In addition to knowing myself, but also worried if Keke returned to give me a sweet attitude.

"Keke, what if you sit in front with me?!" rushqi asked exclaiming as Keke struggled to get on the back seat with me.

I think it's really relieved of this chest. Keke obediently flipped over his body and approached the front door. Open it and sit soundly in the front seat with Rushqi.

"Pair up your seatbelt, Ke," Rush said in my ear.

I waited a moment, Rush didn't tell me. Only the beautiful girl of Acehnese blood was noticed by Rush.

I do not understand, the disappointed soul suddenly came I feel. Feeling self-neglected and no longer meaningful to Rushqi. I am not excited to be riding this car anymore. Just want to go out and not be a mediator for them at all. Rush, are you starting to reply slowly to my refusal??

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