Not the First

Not the First
Dinner


As soon as he entered the large enough padang restaurant, Wibie immediately headed to the sink that was in the corner of the room to clean his hands.


With a relaxed and calm mother man rubbed his fingers with soapy liquid and rinsed them back.


Drying her hands, she asked Rey to do the same


"Clean your hands" she asked slowly, as if talking to a child.


Rey did not refuse, she followed the request and did the same as what Mr. Wibie did.


After finishing, Rey then approached Wibie who first sat in the left corner of the dining room. Small table with capacity of four seats. The only table that has not been occupied by visitors to the restaurant.


"Sit down,"


"We'll eat first" Wibie asked


Rey sits in front of Wibie. Before long, came the waiter who served a variety of typical menu of Padang cuisine.


Instantly the table in front of them was full of rows of plates containing various gulai and side dishes.


"What drink, sir" the waiter asked Wibie. The young man who was wearing a batik uniform was like several other people who were serving guests in the room.


"I'm warm orange juice huh. Just a little bit,"


"What are you pesen, Rey" asked Wibie briefly.


"I'm a warm tea without sugar,"


After taking down the order for drinks from Wibie and Rey, the waiter left them both.


"Eat Rey. You like Padang cuisine, right?" guess Wibie was just real.


Wibie grabbed a plate of white rice that was nearby. Some time he circulated his gaze on the expanse of vegetables and side dishes that were held at the table.


"I eat everything, sir. All the food I like while it's not poison" Rey replied to melt her mood so ashamed that it was hard to get out of her sleep.


Wibie smiled faintly. He poured the yellow seasoning fish gulai on a plate of rice in front of him. Adding chili sauce ijo in the rice plate. Then eat the food quietly.


"The taste here is better than other Padang restaurants. The place is also cleaner," Wibie said on the sidelines to enjoy the dish.


Rey did the same. He chose balado jerky and sambel ijo as a menu that will fill his stomach tonight.


"Do you have an HP?" ask Wibie.


Rey nodded slowly. His mouth was still full of one mouthful of rice that had just entered his mouth.


"No. It's been three months that my mother's HP has been seized. Aldy always complains if he WA I rarely reply. He knew I was always online but didn't open the message. Mom was angry and didn't allow me to use HP anymore" Rey explained as she chewed her food.


"Till it?" Wibie looked at Rey in full search.


"Yes,"


Silent.....


Wibie was perverted with a grinning face. After swallowing the food he chewed, he gulped down the orange juice that had been delivered by the waiter.


"Then we buy HP. If there's anything, you can call me. Waiting until Sunday here without communication will be very difficult,"


"I don't have any money, sir," elak Rey in such a cautious tone.


Wibie looked pervertedly at the girl with her mouth still chewing her food. He smiled before he spoke.


"That's what I know too. I told you from the beginning. You can pay later,"


"I'll just come along. It's up to you, Father. How good according to the father," said Rey resigned.


"It's still afternoon. There's still plenty of time before I drop you off at the hotel" he continued.


Wibie seems really hungry. After one stalk of rice on his plate was finished being executed into his stomach, he poured back the rice reserved for extras.


Only half of it he moved to his rice plate. This time he took the fish sambel lado as a rice friend on his plate.


"I'm so hungry. It was about to stop in the way you slept so soundly" Wibie gave an excuse because he was so hungry and food pottery.


Rey just shut up and went back to devouring the last feed of the food on her plate.


He feels more guilty. Makes the situation uncomfortable for Mr. Wibie. Rey secretly observes Wibie enjoying her dinner so voraciously. Sometimes they look at each other. Rey was forced to bow her head because she was caught stealing the field by Wibie.


"You don't add?" wibie asked as the rice plate of the girl had already looked clean.


"No, I'm full,"


"A little portion of your meal,"


"Yes,"


"Diets?" ask Wibie again.


"No, not so hungry anymore,"


"Usually teenage girls your age don't eat heavily at this hour. To keep his body shape interesting,"


"No, sir,"


"You eat a little or a lot, my body is just this way from the beginning" Rey said with a smile.


"Oh. Good though. Means you don't need to be bothered with diet and others,"


"Yes. Thank goodness,"


Rey grabbed a glass filled with warm tea and sipped it gently. His gaze was still fixed on Wibie who was enjoying her food.


When he saw that there was rice stuck to the corner of Wibie's lips, Rey's replicas reached out and took the rice grains. Wibie was shocked to find the treatment.


"Sorry sir. I like lata," Rey hastily clarified her behavior. His face was met with red before he finally bowed in embarrassment.


Wibie just smiled faintly and continued her delayed feed.


Patiently he waited for Wibie to finish his meal. The man who until now still has good value by Rey. The man who wants to help himself runs away from the problems that will bury his future.


"Stage once eat it,"


"Perhaps because it's past the eating schedule until he's so hungry as he says," Rey breathed a sigh of regret that already bothered the man in front of her.


About 10 minutes later, Wibie had already cleaned the contents of his plate. From the look of his face, like he was freed from hunger and smiled crisply when sipping the orange water that was still left in his glass.


"Alhamdulillah," he said


Wibie took a piece of orange in a small dish and then squeezed the fruit out into a bowl of clear water.


"If in the bowl is called cobokan water. But if it's poured into the Tumbler it's called inpus water," Wibie joking.


"Not lime sir. Pack lemon juice," Rey protested.


Wibie gave a small laugh, then he washed his hands in the hot water for a while.


Before calling the restaurant waiter to count the amount he had to pay, Wibie wiped his hands dry with the table wipes prepared in folded shapes one by one and arranged them up to form a hill.