The Noodle In Love
37. Barrels

Talking together in the attic of my room that night, was the last time Rush was being nice to me. After that, Rush ignored and remained cold to me. It's been a week longer.

Not only indifferent while at home, but also the unfriendly attitude of Rush to me at the dinner table and also at work. Those pitch-black eyes with their thick, plump eyelashes no longer wanted to look at me. Hardly ever and Rush like deliberately avoiding staring me in the face.

I had breakfast this morning before I left for work at seven o'clock. Rush, who was not usually there, was now also at the dining table and was sitting in front of me. His sharp eyes did not look at me even once. Even though I don't know what my fault is other than rejecting it that night. But Rush has turned out to be avoiding me.

"Lho mas Rush, come in early in the morning?" ask Bu Yanti at the man who looks neat with his navy long-sleeved shirt.

"Yes, mbok. Enter at seven to the next few days." Rush took his breakfast.

"Lha why is it suddenly morning again, ma'am?" asked Ms. Yanti more kepo, which I secretly did too. Always wanted to know about him.

"There is training from the manager, mbok," Rushqi said without looking at Ms. Yanti.

"Lhuh,,! Is it going to be lifted?!" yanti ma'am was surprised. I was also astonished.

"Yes, mbok. The current manager, already going to Singapore," Rushqi replied with a nod.

"Waaah, Rushqi. I like being a manager in people's companies. Just as his parents were asked to be directors in their own company, in the restaurant, did not want to."

Bu Yanti spoke while laying coffee billowing smoke. Of course it was for Rushqi, the coffee was very hot. Not for me.

"Later even if I feel enough to learn, will come back too, mbok. It's just an experience. If not gini, also will not feel in warning beautiful eel from across," said Rush casually.

"Beautiful? Who is it, mas? Weleeh, apparently mas Rus there are needed at work. Remember, there are candidates you know, mas," bu Yanti smiled down from the sink..

What'd he say? Who the hell does he mean? Is it me, that beautiful eel from across the road that he said it was? But the QC girl is not just me. The Malay girl from the island across there were also some. Rushqi did not look at me for a second either. Indeed, I was forbidden to spit. But what does it mean to call an eel,,

"Ling tumben you wear jeans... You're a copo, Ling. From that hapean alone, it's your food is cold," said Bu Yanti while laying coffee again. This time without a smoke.

"Yes, mom. Forced.. Out pants. Laundry people do not come. Not too tight, mom?" I asked Miss Yanti.

"No, the important thing is not legging pants, Ling," said Ms. Yanti encouraging me.

"Lha why is it hapean keep. From the breakfast, ora finished. Ora's good, Ling?" ask Ms. Yanti. You might be worried if the food is not good.

"Yes just like Rus, Ling. The entry is the same," said Bu Yanti suggested.

I threw a glance at Rushqi in front of me. The man remained ignorant not to welcome Ms. Yanti's advice. I think that guy turned mean to me. Don't want to care about me anymore.

"Pengen together with me, mbok. But disinclined, concerned like objection," I insinuated deliberately to him.

Huh, even I have been so insinuated, Rushqi ignored and did not respond to my words. Upset, how upset it feels with Rushqi. Very good, sometimes good and sometimes not caring. Until now, the childish manager candidate has long ignored me. Well, nasiiib...

Rushqi had already left the dining table a few minutes ago. Of course with silence and without being stale to me and Miss Yanti. Now I get ready to stand up and leave.

"Prophey, Ling. Ruski has been very quiet lately. Ever since that match, it's like. Maybe he was looking after his future wife, Ling," greeted Ms. Yanti with a smile.

"Eh, yes ma'am. I'm leaving first. Assalamu'alaikum!" my pamit to Yanti ma'am.

My feet rushed out of the kitchen to go to work immediately. I don't know what went up, I was confused too. Just going to a stop outside the complex is my only goal. Sometimes there are empty taxis that pass there.

My footsteps slowed as I passed through the gate. Harjo's hajj man's car was stopped in the middle of the fence. Of course it was Rushq who was carrying him. I don't know what the guy did inside. I just want to slip in and get through it quickly. If this were the case, my time wouldn't be much left.

Tin..! Tin..!

Rushqi honked loudly as I was about to run out. I don't care, but my name is called.

"Corporate, quickly ascend!" rushqi exclaimed by turning his face at me from the steering chair.

Ah, the beloved shoots also arrived. This is what I hope. Because he looked at me, convincing with the call to ride a car with him. I immediately put myself by sitting next to each other. Rushqi prepared to go on without needing to look at me again.

"Thank you, yes, sir," welcome me gently to this nice surprise early in the morning.

"Hmmm.." Rushqi only spoke a short dehem and did not even nod. No problem, the important thing is to take me to work immediately. At the very least, releasing me from a problem that I have not yet found a solution to.

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