Why Should I..?.!?

19. Line nine

The morning is getting busy. Wear a black and white uniform with red bet for Wednesday. Buying breakfast. Carrying ID Card and mukena. Make sure the uniform is neat and fragrant and then go to the factory.

"Not got his fixed shift?" Hilda asked while wearing her socks and shoes next to me.

"Yet. Maybe later. Oiya, later Kia will also come here, if I haven't come home please accompany her yes." I stood up, ready to go.

"Sip. Yuk is leaving."

Me and Hilda left together until the crossroads at RT.09.

"From here you go straight, knock your fork turn left, straight until there is a large parking lot of motor care. From there the factory gate was seen." Hilda explained the direction of the shortcut to the factory where I worked later.

"There is a faster way. Kirain with you until the highway continues to turn right straight until the factory." I said before turning.

"That's his late. I was first yes. Good Luck It...." Pamit Hilda passed from before me.

"of Course. I hope you, too."

I walked alone through the streets Hilda pointed out.

A few young men seemed to notice me but no one greeted me. Maybe they understand that I'm still a new kid.

"Well. Come.....!" Someone at the end of the road.

"Loh Bagas? Where's siska?" I wondered because they were always together.

"Siska's coming home, not working at the factory. He said his job application to be a secretary at a big company was accepted." Bagas said softly, his eyes looking the other way, as if avoiding my gaze, as if convincing himself to be fine without his best friend, but his own expression had said everything. She considered Siska more than a friend, and she fell silent when I didn't say a word to her.

"Oh that. Yaseh no papa. It might have been his luck." I finally made a short comment while walking along with him.

We continued walking in silence until we arrived in front of the block machine. There are some friends who have arrived first and sit around a small park to the north of this place.

I brought my ID card closer to the barcode until it sounded 'click'. Then after my data appears I press the enter button. It says my name, as well as my N-2. Maybe I'll work in the N-2 building later..?

"Him here..." Shouted Dian from across the street where I stood.

I walked towards him. A little I glanced at Bagas who also walked towards his male friends.

"Let's be ten minutes away at seven. Do you know what part it will be?" I asked Dian.

"In the check engine earlier I explained in part B-2. Where are you?" Answer Dian.

"Love N-2. That spice was building before N-2, right?" Manya make sure.

"Yes." Yeah."

A few minutes later the bell rang. It was seen that several office staff were running into the main building. The security guard who is on duty is immediately alert in his position in front of the main office entrance.

"Good morning everyone." Hello Mr. Doni who suddenly was in front of us.

"Morning too, sir..." Answer us in unison.

Mr. Doni watched us one by one. The corner of his right lip slightly raised. His expression was a little disappointed. Did he know that some of us resigned?

"It seems that something is diminishing, it's okay let's just start our work today. Your parts were already listed when you checked. Who is in Noodle one please follow me, who in Noodle two please be with bu Sonia." Obviously pak Doni later.

Me and some of my new friends formed two long rows following Sonia's mom.

"Rian, Aldo, Aan, Alan, Cyntia, Silvia, Ida and your Daughter go into the process, meet Mr. Angga." Sonia's orders to some of my friends.

After eight people entered the Process section, we continued to enter the Packing section.

"Sir Jo, please guide for the new child sif two tomorrow." Sonia said to the father of line seven operator.

"Ready ma'am." Reply to Jo sir briefly.

I saw two of my friends get into line seven area restlessly. Next, Feni and I went to line nine. Almost everyone looked at us with a smile.

"Sir Han beg his guidance for the new son sif two tomorrow huh." Sonia's mom said briefly. I think he has memorized this dialogue every time he leads us to our section.

"OK mom." Answer Mr. Han briefly.

Me and Feni entered line nine area. I glanced at some of my friends who were still following Sonia's mother walking to the next line area.

"Hi deck.. You guys are still cute once, just graduated huh? Greet one of the machine operators as we enter the branching area of the machine.

"Yes, brother," Fani replied while I was still observing my surroundings.

One conveyor from the process section that extends to the nine line area is branched into three small conveyors with packing machine numbers 25, 26, and 27.

Each machine there are approximately six people in pairs install seasoning, oil, and garrison on the left right side of the small conveyor.

"Anya and Feni yes. Anya try to help install the seasoning in the 27 engine, Feni try in the 26 engine." Mr. Han's orders were to us.

"Here-here little sister. Accompany me with the spice." Welcome one of the operators install seasoning machine 27 to me.

I approached and noticed how they casually placed the spices on the noodles that ran like cars on a conveyor.

"Mel who got along well with his sister. Don't be stahilin," said Mr. Han invite laughter almost all operators in this line.

I just smiled a little. At least they're all friendly, unlike my shadow yesterday.

"My name is Mela, the one who put the oil on Friska and Yayuk. Who put up the garrison was Fatim and Lisa. The one near the packing machine is called Lani, the job is called Cekker, making sure all the seasonings, oils, and garrisons are neatly installed on the noodles, intact without missing and fitting in the middle of the noodles, should not be tilted," Obviously, Brother Mela to me.

"Why can't you tilt your brother?" I asked slowly, but still heard the friends of the operator beside Kak Mela.

"Yes must be straight deck, if it is tilted later stress, can be entered mental hospital tau.." Seloroh Friska, the operator's friend next to Mela's sister.

His words invited the laughter of friends of this machine. I just frowned in wonder, not expecting such an absurd answer.

"Hahaha..that's mah you Fris who is wry oil tilted mulu, stress you?" Seloroh Lani while throwing a sachet of noodle oil towards Friska.

"Damn you Lan, so it's not cool of me in front of this new kid." Friska made us all laugh again.

"Don't listen to Friska. This mass should not be tilted because later if you get into the packing machine can be squeezed and amby inside. The product failed. Can't get in the carton." Definitely Bela.

"Oh, that's it, brother." I said while watching how quickly their hands put the spices right on top of the running noodles.

"Let's try. This is how it is." Sis Mela piled the seasoning on top of the flat table-like conveyor in front of me. Then took some spices in the right hand and put them in sequence on the noodles running on the middle side of the concave conveyor. Once in the right hand finished changing the left hand, while the right hand picked up the spice again.

This looks fun. It's like playing cars and we're putting a load on that car. Haha. I held back the laughter of seeing Brother Mela teach me.

"Why is his smile on hold? Funny huh? Let's try if we can..!" Challenge Friska to me.

I tried to pick up some herbs. My movements are a little doubtful. My hands were stiff and my head was a bit dizzy looking at the noodles that kept walking in front of me.

Whatisthis?

Why do these noodles seem to mock me???