The Story of the Ordinary Girl

My Suspicion of Rahma

Ever since I saw you pick up Rahma after celebrating my birthday back then, I somehow have more curiosity on their relationship.

Several times I have noticed, you have indeed often found me in the frying division.

Right now, I was sitting facing the tools that were right on the table with my chin up, there were burettes, pipettes, measuring cups, bottles, and other glasses neatly displayed, side by side with the chemicals I used to work with.

I was waiting for the results of the moisture content, from the sample I had put into the measuring device box. Infra red light will appear from the side cover made of glass, and the results will be visible from the digit numbers that come out of the monitor screen in front of it. After the numbers came out, I hurried out of the room. Towards the frying division is my goal.

While going through the production sites, occasionally greeting or answering greetings I often do when heading to the frying division on the basement floor.

This time I chose to go through the stairs instead of the elevator, and when I was about to go down. From the top after the turn of the stairs, I saw you coming out of the restroom which was just below the stairs. I looked up for a moment to confirm my vision when it was really you. Yes I'm sure it's you.

I continued my steps down the stairs, then asked as I reached the end of the stairs. "Mayen A?" With a big question mark in my heart.

"The touts from Wese usually do!" he replied with a slight widening of the eyes, and a ruffled waist.

"It's usually donk, it's ampe mo's eyes out like," I accompanied my words with a little laugh, so as not to be impressed to give a challenge.

Then I passed to take a sample of oil from the frying pan, I put a little bit of the still hot oil into the measuring cup that I brought from the room.

I chatted briefly with the operator, making small talk about all the orders today. Then as I turned around to go back to my room, I saw Rahma coming out of the restroom.

"Today's order is not much Ma?" my broom.

"Lumayan," he answered while confirming the clothes as he walked towards the frying pan.

When I passed so close, my tail caught something in Rahma's neck. I approached her and immediately revealed her hair that she had not put into the work cap.

"Lie's neck why Ma? getting sick? it's red!"

Rahma immediately shook my hand and said, "What the hell? no reason!" cynical for me. As it passes leaving me still riveted.

I momentarily flinched with her unusual attitude. But since this was still working time, I chose to put aside my feelings of disappointment towards Rahma.

Walking a little lethargic because it remembered little of Rahma's attitude, made me feel like I was ignorant of everything. Because suddenly ...

Darr!! someone surprised me by patting me on the shoulder.

"yes, nape?" ask someone who turns out to be Kimmi.

"Nope ...." I shook my head and answered her question.

"Where from?" I told Kimmi.

"Rest .. I did ngajak loe, but loe said nanggung so break at the second hour,"

"O yes,"

Kimmi laughed so hard that I had to cover her mouth with my hands.

"Whispering crazy!" I said to Kimmi with my hands still closing her mouth.

Kimmi gave a small nod, a sign that she would stop laughing. After I took my hand off her lips she then whispered before we parted to each other's workplaces.

"Don't be so innocent" he whispered right in my ear

I immediately pulled Kimmi's hand which was about to walk towards her workplace,

"What do you mean?" my many.

Kimmi clucked in annoyance, though,

"Loe is really yes! Really know? age doang twenty, mind loe still kek son SD, what might lose the same SD child." A long sentence came out of Kimmi's mouth for me.

Then Kimmi whispered in my ear, I was flabbergasted at what she whispered.

"That?" I heard what Kimmi whispered

"Yes!" the sarcasm.

"Who's same? How can?" the list of questions seemed to suddenly line up in my brain.

"Later dech, gawe first, ntar I get scolded! loe gawe as good as you like, I .. target men," he said, passing away.

"Grandma Loe as good as me! Yes equally, equally have responsibility." I shouted at him.

Kimmi no longer pinched my speech, she just passed, and unfortunately her hand signals as if to throw me out from before her, and my mind cursed.

I continued my steps towards the room, and then immediately prepared the tools and materials to check the sample of oil I had brought.

Lab coats, gloves, and masks. To be the clothes I must wear when doing my duty.

After weighing the oil on the measuring cup, I continued to drip some chemicals that I already knew the dose by using a pipette. After that, I just tested by dripping little by little other chemical liquid that I had measured on the burette. Until the color of the oil sample turns pink. After the color changed, I began to calculate the results of my checking with the formulas that had been perched in my brain without looking at the records.

I put all the test results on a piece of paper that has been formatted. By filling in some numbers into it and also some checklists in the columns of existing boxes.

At 12:55 p.m., when I saw the wall clock in the room. Immediately I took off my lab coat, removed the gloves and cleaned myself. Do not forget the watch and mobile phone also I took from the drawer of my work desk. I'm getting ready to go out for ISOMA (break prayers and lunch).

This is one of my bad habits, putting off a break just to complete all the tasks that can be put off.

I went straight to the cafeteria and ordered food and drinks. After that, wait for the order to be delivered by sitting while watching the television available there. Occasionally also open the phone to just check social media, or just scroll the screen when looking at the online market place.

I rarely linger to eat. As soon as the food was in session, praying became my habit before eating that lunch. When finished, hurry to Mushola to pray zuhur, and take a short nap at the mosque before the entrance time arrives.