Not the First
Arriving In Kemayoran

The streets of the state capital are so stiff. The blue-colored limo sedans they were riding on were dashing to make up for such a deserted road. Some roads are closed. It is said to be intended for a free day car.

There was a row of street vendors and pedestrians crowded the road. There are running, pedaling bicycles, healthy gymnastics, there are even those who just sort out the merchandise in the title along the road.

Rey gave her eyes to the road, seeing so close all the activities of the capital city that she could only sanction from television shows.

"This morning they are active,"

"The holiday is still spirit," he muramya again

Not as Rey knows from the news on television. Jakarta is known as a city that is jammed and air pollution that has exceeded the threshold. Is it because of the weekend? This morning the sky was so clear. The air outside did not appear to be contaminated with vehicle fumes.

"It seems the air is so cool" Rey thought again

He saw people who were running occasionally take a breath in the air and exhale slowly again.

Wibie stopped the taxi at a Jakarta chicken porridge shop. A shop located on the secondary side of the road. Rey saw several people waiting for her order. This shop seems to have a lot of visitors.

"Have we arrived?" rey asked Wibie who was paying for the taxi they were riding. From his seat, Rey saw the argo listed on the front screen worth Rp.67,000.

Wibie did not answer. After he extended the money towards the driver, he immediately opened the door and immediately got out of the sedan. Rey can only follow what Wibie did. Likewise when the footsteps of the man entered the chicken porridge shop.

Wibie chose the corner seat. It turns out that not many visitors choose to eat on the spot. They just want to wrap their food to take home.

"We have breakfast first. I'm hungry already" Wibie opened the conversation.

"Here the porridge is good. The branches are in some places. I often have breakfast chicken porridge if there is in Jakarta," he explained again.

Rey just smiled and waited for the order that Wibie had previously asked the waiter. Before long came two bowls of chicken porridge and one plate of various satay. There is quail egg satay, chicken intestine and also ati ampella.

"Wow seems so delicious," Rey's saliva suddenly melted.

Just this time he saw a dish of chicken porridge that was so complete. Fried soybeans and sprinkling celery leeks on top of it make his appetite rise instantly.

Before eating the chicken porridge presented in front of him, Wibie grabbed the bottle of mineral water available on the table and sipped it slowly.

"What do you want to drink? Just order, "Close the bottle and reach for the spoon in a green plastic place on the table. He began to scoop the porridge that was still warm without stirring it first.

"No. Enough water, sir" Rey replied briefly.

"Warm tea water maybe?" Wibie tried to offer back.

"No. just this enough," Rey said, her eyes pointing at the mineral water in front of her.

Rey also did the same, starting to eat the porridge is still warm with pleasure. No sound came out of his mouth until the bowl was dry.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out it feels more delicious than the look," muttered Rey.

"You want to add?" Wibie. He saw Rey still staring at the empty bowl.

"At this shop. Approximately five houses from here there Pak Min Meatballs. Two-story building and green paint. Well that's your date's address if it matches the address you wrote," Wibie explained after she finished her breakfast and sipped the remaining mineral water in the bottle

Rey was shocked astray. After remembering something, he finally spoke up

"Yes. I forgot to tell. Father said, Aunt Rohmah's husband opened a meatball business since at PHK from the company where he worked,"

Wibie nodded her head.

"That means right? I'm sure the address is correct. This is what is meant by Jalan Serdang Baru. The stall was also numbered 17 according to the address you wrote" Wibie said again

Rey was instantly so sumringah. Finally he can reach Jakarta and soon will meet with his aunt. He immediately finished his drink and was impatient to see the inhabitants of the house.

"I just drove you here, yeah. And remember what I said. Don't tell anyone that I drove you to Jakarta. It's up to you to give your appointment a reason. But remember, don't take my name with you" Wibie said

"Yes sir. I remember it"

"And don't forget. You owe me quite a lot. Don't try to run away from responsibility. At times I will come to collect the money," he explained again. This time with a fairly firm tone and a sharp look towards the girl.

"Yes sir. I'll take it as I can, '" Rey tried to convince me because she caught what Mr. Wibie said more as a warning.

"Go, Rey! I'll wait a while here. If within 10 minutes you don't come back here, then you've reached your destination" he said slowly.

"Good sir. Thank you for being so kind to me. Thanks to you I got here safely,"

"That's it. Go then! Make sure first, is that really your family?"

After that Wibie stared intently at this woman in front of him. For a long time he looked at the girl until Rey blushed in shame. Then Wibie grabbed Rey's hands and held them tightly.

"Take care of yourself,"

"Can help you, I'm happy. Don't ever be sad again, yeah!" Pinta Wibie was so slow and the view remained attached to Rey.

"Yes sir. Thank ye. I'll take my leave,"

Wibie let go of Rey's hand that was rising from the seat. Now he only looks at Rey's missing body, blocked by a line of buyers waiting for their order

Wibie waited long enough. After no sign of Rey reappearing at this stall, Wibie decides to leave. He took his phone out of his pocket and ordered an online motorcycle taxi.

"Your driver will arrive in 3 minutes," the notification on his HP screen.

Wibie get ready. He called the waiter and paid for the porridge he had eaten with Rey.

Wibie immediately got out of her seat and approached the gojek driver who was waiting for her at the stall. He immediately rushed to his residence.

There was someone he wanted to meet so much. The person who always becomes a reason for Wibie to return to Jakarta once he is off or off in the field.