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Sabun colek

Hmm, topiknya garing pisan :p ... Bermula dari kejadian tadi beberapa malam ini, aku makin gak tahan sama alergi yang muncul tiap malam. Kulit tiba2 jadi sensitif, gateeel, dan merah2 kayak orang biduran. Beberapa waktu yll udah sempat sembuh waktu aku kena radang tenggorokan, trus minta obat alergi sekalian (gak mau rugi dong, dah bayar mahal :p). Ternyata kumat lagi setelah obatnya habis.

Hari ini rencananya mau ke dokter, terus tadi ngobrol2 sama temen kantorku, Lucy. Dia cerita dulu suaminya pernah ngalami hal yang sama, dan setelah ditelusurin karena dia sensitif ama pakaian yang dicuci kurang bersih, terutama di tempat2 yang penuh lipatan kayak di kerah dan di pinggang. Make sense juga ya ...

Kalo dirunut2 lagi, mungkin kejadiannya sama dengan aku ya. Gak semua baju aku cuci sendiri. Buat baju tidur dan bawahan-bawahan kayak rok dan celana panjang biasanya dicuciin ma pembantu kost. Lah, mereka kerjaannya seabrek2, nyuciin baju orang serumah, yang total2 hampir 20 orang ... make sense lah ya kalo jadi kurang bersih. Gak pake mesin cuci lagi!! Pakenya tenaga nasi ... hehehe ... Itu sebabnya juga selama ini baju2 kerja dan baju yang rawan luntur lainnya aku cuci sendiri, soalnya pernah punya pengalaman buruk.

Nah, beberapa hari yll aku sempet shock dikasih tau temen, kalau detergent di kost an sedang habis, terus baju2 itu dicuci pake sabun colek .... :(( Bukannya aku meng-underestimate-kan sabun colek, tapi kalo cucian setumpuk dipakein sabun colek, ya mana bersih ... Coba ya, rumah di Setiabudi, tapi nyuci pake sabun colek :p Huh, dengan tidak rela aku langsung ngerendam jeans ku pake detergen hahaha ... Dicuciin siiih, teteep :p ... *abis berat mo nyuci jeans*

Jadi, dengan mengasumsikan nyuci sendiri lebih bersih hasilnya daripada dicuciin :p ... berarti aku harus nyuci semua bajuku sendiri dong :p ? Wah wah wah, gempor juga kan kalo tiap hari tiap pulang kantor harus nyuci ... Hmm, tapi untuk preventif, ya gimana lagi ya ... nasib nasib :p ...

Ato ada yang mau berbaik hati nyumbang mesin cuci :p ? Kayaknya mah gak bakalan ada ... hahaha.

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