Not the First
Alone

After Wibie died, Ray did not continue his sleep again. He immediately left his room to perform the morning prayers at the hotel's mosque. He did not bring prayer equipment, so he had to go to the nearest mosque to perform worship.

After asking the hotel clerk who was cleaning the tiles in front of his room. Rey approached the man and greeted him kindly.

"Excuse me, sir,"

The man who was fighting me with the broomstick turned to Rey, lowered his body and smiled kindly at his hotel guests.

"Yes, ma'am,"

"I'm going to mushola. Where is it?"

The man pointed in the direction Rey had to go.

Rey followed directions to the presence of the musholah shown by the man in a uniform cleaning service red.

The state of musholah is so desolate. The room which measures about 3x4m2 is so clean and fragrant. The carpet still looks new. Some of the mukena hanging in the corner of the room are also clean and fragrant. Rey prays dawn alone here.

After finishing his rakaat, Rey was still sitting on that soft, fragrant container. The girl solemnly prayed. He asked Allah for forgiveness SWT for leaving his parents who he loved so much. The clear water coming out from the end of his eyes had suddenly drenched his face.

"Oh Allah, I do not want to disobey my mother and father. I was forced to do so, because I no longer had the ability to resist my mother's wishes. Forgive me, O God. Take good care of them. Protect your servant. Give the servant the ease to get to the destination,"

Rey closed her prayer and rubbed her face with her palms. He also wiped his tears until he was absolutely sure, he did not look like he was crying.

Then he left the mosque and returned to his room by elevator. The atmosphere of the hotel is still so quiet, he did not meet anyone except the hotel officer he asked earlier.

Once in the room, Rey turned on the tv. He chose several channels to look for a good show. News about the spread of the Corona virus in China and several other regions attracted attention. Finally he stopped on the channel What is the Indonesian Morning News and listened to the news.

"News, yes,"

"It turns out the Corona virus has spread to Indonesia?"

From the news reported that two Indonesian colors tested positive for Corona infection after making physical contact with foreign nationals.

"Yes, God. That's the danger of the virus until all the stakeholders in this country speak up in various media,"

On a whim, he opened his new HP which since last night was still in the bag, neatly stored in his box. He wants to download the application that he really needs at this time in addition to WA that has been downloaded on his HP.

He saw the notification on his HP, no message came in. " Oh yes, the contact number here is only one door" Rey's inner heart. He finally smiled to himself.

He checked WA sir Wibie, last seen at 06:30. That means it was about an hour ago. Not to forget, Rey also peeked at the man's profile photo.

"Ah, just looking from behind," Rey said again. In heart.

"His body was so athletic with a slightly dark complexion,"

From the photo, a man with a white project cap and a red uniform, stands on a mound of mining soil. He looks very athletic. His body is tall with a balanced posture. His skin is a typical brown skin color of Indonesian people makes it even cooler.

"Cool" Rey said again.

Rey smiled at a glance. He felt so lucky to be reunited with people as good as Mr. Wibie.

****

After breakfast, Rey left her room again. This time he will go to the shopping center opposite this hotel. He will buy the clothes as requested by Wibie.

The man left two million rupiahs on the nightstand. That's enough money to buy Rey's clothes.

"A lot of it,"

Rey also kept the money Mr. Wibie had given her some time ago, when he helped clean her house. The five hundred thousand pieces of Rey kept without her mother's knowledge. The money was deliberately hidden as supplies he ran away from home.

"I'll just spend my money. These two million I'm gonna keep my debt load on him from piling up,"

Rey bought two blues and one trouser. He also did not forget to buy a few pieces of underwear.

"Enough this first. I have to skimp. Before I get a job, I can't trouble Aunt Ros" Rey said. Yes, he should be able to spend his money wisely.

Considering he is far from parents and does not have his own income. The goods he got at the clothing store located in the shopping complex opposite the hotel had spent the money he got from the results of cleaning the house of Mr. Wibie. The man's two million dollars are still untukuh. Rey plans to return the money to the owner

While doing transactions at the cashier, suddenly there is a vibrating from the pocket of the pants.

"Rey"

A message came in. Perverted after the cellphone in his pocket he opened. A short message from Mr. Wibie.

"Yes sir" Rey replied immediately.

[Online, seen typing]

"Don't buy your change of clothes"

"Already sir. I'm at the store across the street from the hotel right now" Rey replied.

"Don't forget lunch"

"Yes, sir"

"Remember the hotel clerk if one o'clock your meal hasn't made it to the room!" Said again.

"Yes, sir,"

"Part yourself well. Don't leave the room" he ordered again.

"Yes, sir"

No more messages after Rey's last reply.

The message is double-checked and blue in color. It is accepted and read by the recipient. Some time Rey waited, like Mr. Wibie is not online anymore.

Rey put the phone back in her pants pocket.

"Take care of him,"

"WA is just to remind me not to forget to buy clothes and lunch. hemm....,"

"So sweet, really,"

Suddenly there was a flow of Rey's blood flowing so fast. There is a feeling that is hard to explain. Rey blushed and smiled to herself.

Rey paid to put some money on the cashier in accordance with the nominal stated in the receipt of the purchase. After completing the transaction, he immediately returned to his room, according to Mr. Wibie's message.

"Back to the room. Although there is no work I can do, I must follow Mr. Wibie's orders,'

"He's worried about me, for that I should be able to take care of myself,"