The Noodle In Love
56. Not Old

My work all day was so unfocused. Keep going by filling in the data without seeing it again actual in the field. Only stick to products that are the way and the specifications I have to know. Even weighing one seed of noodle cake I did not do.

I hope the people who were instrumental in launching any kind of prodak today worked very well and did nothing wrong. The warning letter sheet that was still tucked away on the chest board that I carried everywhere was not used.

No matter the call and hardship miss Yong if without a single reminder I made. It feels very spiritless suddenly and just want to go back to Java as soon as possible.

For what is primary, I am also uncertain. Either because of Rushqi's words that suggested resigning, or my annoyance at miss Yong who had tricked me when I asked to resign a few months ago. What is clear, the desire to go home and no longer serve in the company is very volatile.

My lunch is late. Because it is not focused, even though it is just a prodak shoot in place, the old is also the completion.

The cafeteria was quiet when I came and was now completely deserted. There were only a few staff at the end of the corner sitting very far away from me.

Rice berlauk kegseng goat is increasingly difficult to swallow through the throat. Even though I still eat and try to spend. Just one or two times I gulped water without the help of a lot of constant drinking.

"Velinggaaa,," the greeting from behind me was quite surprising. It turned out that Denis had been dragging a chair and was sitting sweetly beside me.

"Bang Denise.. How are you?!" my tribe's screams can't be covered up. I haven't seen this nice guy in almost two weeks.

"alone?" ask Denis with a slight frown to me. I'm nodding.

"I'm the slow one out, Denis bang."

"Why long time no see, where bang?" ask me frankly. Denis smiled happily on his face.

"I like you to ask, Ling. Ordinary, Ling, subordinate your will. Follow Mr. Sung to Singapore, all comparative study. Rushqi should be the one who follows, uh I'm the one who was told to change," Denis grumbled. His face was bright and not angry. It felt like seeing Denis' face, even though his beliefs were not the same as mine.

"Can't you, bang?" aska I want to know. I still see his white face.

"Whatever the will of the superior, Ling. Makhlum, the new Rushqi boss who likes arbitrarily. But Mr. Sung is okay too. Yes, go, go" Denis explained as he began to eat his. I understand that if Rush's talk is a joke, they're both very familiar.

"There's a gift from the Lion Country for me, isn't it?" I'm not ashamed of Denis. He's kind of a nice guy, but it doesn't bother me.

"There, Singapore chocolate. I'll take you to your boarding house, Ling" Denis said.

"Really? What time's?" I'm just happy to be greeted by Denis.

"Eight o'clock," Denis said convincingly.

"Yes, Velinggaaaaa," said Denis Long.

We looked at each other and threw smiles at each other. Denis's skin is more red, probably the effect of the weather in Singapore. Very impactful for bright skin like white Denis.

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This dinner feels cold. Not the cold, but the atmosphere. Rushqi seemed silent and almost never looked at me. So I was confused and wondered what my fault might be. Also hope reprimand if there is a mistake that I did not intentionally do.

"Sir Rush, Denis bang is coming" I said as well as an effort to warm the temperature at the dinner table. Rushqi looked at me for a moment.

"For what?" tanyanya. His face was brought back to the plate.

"introducing chocolate. A gift from Singapore for me." I explained it while I looked at his face. There's no welcome. Rushqi appeared to be indifferent and returned to eating in silence.

"Linga," Rushqi called out my name all of a sudden.

I looked at him and I looked at his face. I'm waiting for what Rushqi will tell me. Why did those sexy lips suddenly call me.

"My age and Denis are pretty much the same, twenty-eighth street. But do I look so old?" rushqi asked with a very attached look at me.

"No, it doesn't look old. You both look handsome and young. According to your age. Young age is no longer, but old age is not anymore either."

I express my opinion to Rushqi honestly. Rushqi who was still clingy looked at me suddenly smiled.

"But you call Denis, bang. Why are you calling me, sir?" rushqi asked as if he was blaming me. Oh, apparently this childish man is not satisfied with the name of sir from me.

"Are you also protesting against each of your subordinates? Bang Nurlahi, thirty years old, called you, sir. What objections do you have and you are forbidden? I call you sir, out of respect and respect for you," I explained plainly to Rushqi to open his eyes.

Those dense, straight black eyebrows were being lifted higher. There was a smile on his lips. While pulling the small short hair straight it one time. Rushqi was hiding her feelings.

Which I think, the boy's feelings are expanding and being excited right now. I hid my gelatinous smile on the spoon and stuffed my plate on the table. Do not want to be caught by him if I was wrong with my own opinion that makes him seem like it.

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