The Noodle In Love
38. Reproofs

A short trip to work passed by quietly. I have no intention of mutating a conversation if Rushqi keeps pointing a flat face. It is better to keep quiet than to open the mouth that turns out not to get a reception.

"Thank you, sir" I said indifferently as I arrived in the parking lot.

"Where's your job?" ask Rush suddenly as I'm going down.

"In the locker" I answered floating and confused. Why is he asking me my work apron all of a sudden. But Rushqi was silent and ignorant no longer looking at me.

I left Rush packing in the car. It wasn't that I was immoral or disrespectful, but Rushqi seemed to dislike me being with him.

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This week who was supposed to be in the evening and on duty at the back end, miss Yong asked me to go in for a morning standby. There will be auditors coming to execute the back end of the procedure area this week. Miss Yong wants me to be the QC on guard when the auditor arrives at the Back End.

I also resigned with a heart of joy . Basically, I don't like to go in at night and it feels good in the morning shift. Although in the morning often auditors from their own companies or from related outside agencies who suddenly come to investigate the process of making instant noodles with all the procedures.

Miss Yong has changed one hundred and eighty degrees of her behavior. No longer fierce and cynical. But now the condition is very sad with severe and chronic diseases that are entrenched in his lower abdomen. Yes, miss Yong was convicted of suffering from kidney pain with a case of infection and swelling.

Miss Yong just often sat down and was no longer the screeching fury she used to be. We consider if this is a blessing for us behind his calamity. Although there is a secret sense of joy, but we also feel condolences and pity for him.

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After floating from the grinding room and shifting to the guargam, I went up the stairs to the mixer. Filling out a lot of data records that I didn't actually do a single one.

Because, when mixing ingredients to be dough, maybe I was sitting breakfast at the dining table relaxed and calm. It is impossible for them to delay mixing, packing in front there must pack the product start at seven.

"For Ling!" greet the man behind me. It turned out to be Dimas, the mixer leader who usually became my shift opponent. Handsome young man, son of a recruit from the disnaker Sidoarjo.

"Yes, mas, mornings. Let's work well together," welcome me. It is a code of mutual understanding with our work that in part requires the falsification of data in a compact congregation.

"Sip, Ling. Do not betray me yea, Ling," Dimas said as he raised his eyebrows to me. Then Dimas smiled at me.

"No Promise. Cook I see the flour splattered like this I just keep quiet. You guys are so relaxed. Look at the mas, they're out of flour, push ON, cook and then chill?" I said while pointing at the two young men who were sitting casually on the chair. Waiting for the mixer machine that looks silent, but very powerful rotation and shock inside.

" They're just regular operators, Ling. You better not be nosy," said Dimas who began to care for me.

"Who would want to kick your operatorm. I just commented on the dirty floor. Yes it's up to Dimas, who will be next. Brawl on the floor or reprimand to the operator."

I also felt careless towards this cute-faced young leader. I quickly pulled out the reminder sheet that says warning letter. I wanted to make my first defect this morning in the mixer.

"Ah, Ling, darling... I thought your perfect look with those sexy jeans would set you free today. It turned out the same, " Dimas said half-whispering to me. Although there is no CCTV, bang Farhan, the other back end supervisor likes to appear suddenly.

"Mas, these are my pants, aren't worth it, are they?" ask me frankly on Dimas. He was the Imam of the Yasin congregation in the dormitory. Good for the congregation of the son or also the congregation of the princess yasin. He was a popular young man and became an idol of Muslim women in the dormitory.

"No, Ling. But good too. If you wear those kayaking pants every day, I think the back end people will work and not feel sleepy. But, you won't find any defect in the back end, Ling," Dimas said with a grinning smile at me. I went back with a sneer on my lips.

The back end people who are all men, except the supervisor's mother in grinding, all like good friends who are in a struggle with me. We actually understand each other very much. Only thanks to the warning letter sheet that, still remember our professional attitude in work.

"Sstt, Ling's focus, there's Farhan sir and the new boss" Dimas whispered as lightning flashed past me.

I just figured out who's coming and Dimas called the new boss. Must be a new manager named Errushqi. Seen from the glass window in the mixer, Farhan and Rushqi were walking up the stairs to the door at the end.

This is very accurate, I welcome the arrival of Farhan who was accompanying Rushqi with his chest suddenly pounding uncontrollably. The aura of this childish manager candidate is so much different from what I used to feel. That handsome face looked dignified and made a disdain to look on.

Rushqi mama looked at me with a sharp and straight look. Like I don't know me at all. Like I never laid on my feet that night. Ah, suddenly feeling miserable with his haughty look at me.

"For mas, high light mixer room!" I shouted at Farhan while I approached the two men.

"What defect did you meet, Ling?" farhan asked sounded full of interest in my defect.

Ah, usually only responded indifferently, but discussed other things with me. This single supervisor even took me on vacation to the beautiful island of Bintan across the street. At that time he thought, I was a plain new QC.

"Floor full of flour, mas. It's best to be more careful when dragging and pouring flour into the tube!" seruku immediately gave a solution to Farhan.

Same with me. Usually, I shut up after I put out a warning sheet for him. Ah, everything changed like a sycophant for a moment. Why try, I don't know, I don't have any ambitions here either. Take the position of miss Yong for example. Ha,,ha,id... Big no's! Not at all!

"Farhan.! Can't you criticize this QC?!" rushqi asked with an echoing voice in the mixer room suddenly. He speaks quite loudly. Very surprised to feel. Apalaqi by calling me.

"What's up, Mr Rushqi?" welcome Farhan to look tense.

"What is the QC appearance like? Why do you give QC permission to enter your area without using an apron??" rushqi asked as he looked at me and Farhan alternately with a face of intimidation and pressure.

Of course I was very surprised at what the new manager said about me. Although it was actually a procedure, but no one had harassed anyone's QC all this time. Even the old manager, Mr. Sung never took care of the QC team. Moreover, it was just a matter of QC apron that I didn't put on.

"Linga" Farhan scolded me. I looked at her with a full face.

"Where's your apron? Why don't you wear it?" farhan asked me firmly.

"In locker mas. It felt so hot, so I didn't wear it. Usually this doesn't matter, ma'am," I replied somewhat protesting.

"From now on, you should wear it if you get into the Back End, Ling. Take it and put on your apron right now" Farhan said.

"They also don't wear aprons, mas. Look at those people of yours. Where's apron? Where's the face mask? Where's the head cover? Although this is in the Back End area and it is still very early in the morning, but QC is entitled and even obliged to give a hard warning to you!" I half-heartedly rebuked Farhan. That handsome face was already tensing. He must have imagined that I would soon publish one more warning sheet this morning. I no longer have any interest in this area.

"Velingga, you should give a good example first as a QC that should be imitated by the production. Only then are you free to issue a warning," the new manager asserted to me suddenly.

Rushqi's eyes were sharply looking at me, slowly combing down at my feet. Instantly understand the contents of the brain in his head. The safety shoes I should be wearing, I'm not wearing. I don't like it, shoes that are mostly iron, I think they are very heavy on my feet. So I prefer to wear a lightweight kettle. Because, my work is up for a walk all day.

"Come out, you come back with the apron you've been wearing on your body" Rushqi pointedly at me. It feels like it's dead style.

"Yes, sir. Excuse me," I said, nodding slightly. Also my good chance to get away from him soon. Ah, just feeling nervous this time in front of him. I can't believe I've been at home with the manager of the company I've been with. The childish Errushqi is the manager. Nominee..

I've been wearing a white QC apron, mirrored in the locker room. Place wears all attributes before entering the Back End area. Wear head cover, face mask, gloves, and apron. Complete, yet torturous.

I'm even just wearing head cover, not wearing gloves and face mask. Both of them just went into my uniform shirt pocket. Uniforms are for tops. While subordinates wear free pants, as long as not Skirts only.

But it's just this white apron that looks like a doctor's coat and a nurse's coat that Rush is highlighting to me. Other equipment I didn't wear wasn't reprimanded. Also expensive safety shoes from the company I don't wear on my feet. Errushqi simply looked on without any interest in reprimanding my foot trespass.

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