Not the First
Personal Assistant

After the magrib, all the way around Serdang increasingly jammed. By the afternoon street vendors who began to organize their wagon on the shoulder of the road, the more the afternoon their number grew.

The two-wheelers who cross the region are also not less crowded. Both passing riders and those on culinary tours.

The situation is aggravated by the driver who makes transactions with traders without going down from his vehicle. Drive true is the cool term.

Wibie who went through the streets, inevitably also had to be patient. Blending in with crammed public transport and pedestrians who go back and forth, cross, cross, just cross.

Turning towards the intersection of the direction of White Cempaka, again found a group of living fighters. Starting from the driver of online motorcycle taxi or traders who gathered at the base.

The streets are getting tangled. The vehicle can only go at speeds of 20 to 30. What a boring situation, through the increasingly crowded streets.

Maybe this is the reason that causes Devara can no longer enjoy her journey. He began to get agitated and intermittently asked his papa.

"Now long, Pa?" ask the boy for the umpteenth time. His visible face began to look up towards Mr. Wibie.

"It should be a minute, baby. The road is solid, so we have to be patient. Riding his motorbike should be slow," explained the man as he stroked his son's hair with one hand.

"My nose is a gatel, Pa" he lamented again. This time he was seen starting to rub his nose with a fairly tight movement.

Wibie pulled the bike to the side of the road. It seems like he just realized something.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I forgot, you don't wear a mask. Move to the middle, huh?" without waiting for her little girl's answer, Wibie lifted Devara's plump body down from her motorbike.

"Rey, you can slide a little, right? Let Devara sit in the middle. Kasian if he gets street smoke, "pinta Wibie while sliding his ass so that the back is more relieved.

"Can sir" said Rey nimbly.

Without waiting for any more cue, he immediately got off the bike and helped Devara sit behind his papa.

The motorbike they were riding on immediately drove on after Rey was ready in her seat again.

Devara turned her head towards Rey. Her smile is a little bit fluffy. Rey returned the smile was no less friendly. Rey hugged the boy's waist and stroked him quietly.

Rey is happy, the hue and cute of Devara's cute face has been slightly reduced. A good change for the future

From Serdang to Milling is actually not too far away. Which makes the journey longer because of the traffic jam in Kemayoran itself.

After exiting the kamayoran, Wibie took the direction to the pioneer path of independence. Although many motorists who return home from work to Bekasi, but the flow of the road is quite smooth.

There was a small hum chanted by Devara after he crossed the Pulo Gadung region. It seems he has enjoyed his journey back after escaping the traffic jam. He also occasionally talks with his father.

Rey is quieter. He observed the route he had gone and recorded it in memory. Maybe at any time if he was going to his tantric house, he could go through the same road. How thought.

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Just by honking a few times, the gate was shifted. Enough to pass the motor carried by Mr. Wibie. A middle-aged woman approached them and smiled at Devara.

"Where did you walk, where did you get to last night?" ask her to Devara who immediately tangled in the hands of the woman.

"From his house, papa," Devara said, turning her lips toward Rey.

Rey lowered her body and greeted the woman.

"Deva hasn't maem, has she? We maem yuk. I've cooked the soup with fried chicken," take the woman again. He leads Devara to one of the rooms, next to the garage.

Wibie let Rey into the 4m2 building at the front of the house, immediately after he finished parking his motorbike. Rey followed in her footsteps from behind.

Apparently, in the room there was a young woman who was sitting at her desk and seemed to be finishing something.

"Fan, this is Rey who's gonna take your place here. I hope you can guide him through these three days so that all the work you've handled so far can be handled," Wibie introduces Rey to the young woman.

Mr. Wibie invited Rey to sit in the chair in front of the employee. Fanny who was focusing on her work immediately stood up as soon as she realized that someone had come into her room.

Rey took a seat in an empty chair. Wibie stood between the two women.

"Your room is upstairs. While you share the bed first yes," he said.

Then, Mr. Wibie explained something in a slightly soft voice to Fanny. It seemed like a matter of what Fenny had to do in order for Rey to take over his duties as his assistant. Fenny nodded his head to see what his boss wanted. Shortly thereafter, Mr. Wibie implored himself to leave the two of them.

There's not much Fanny can explain because it's time for them to rest. Fanny takes Rey upstairs to clean up her stuff. At the top of the store there is a bedroom equipped with a bathroom. There is also open space for clothes. Fanny's been occupying this space for almost four years.

"We start tomorrow, yeah. Bring your bag upstairs. I'll close the shop first" Fanny shut down the laptop after a while.

Then he closed the rolingdoor of the room and locked it. After everything felt safe, he followed Rey who had gone upstairs first.

During the three days, Fanny guides and accompanies Rey to work that will be her responsibility in the future.

Not too difficult for Fanny to do it all because basically Rey has a smart and deft brain. Rey can understand what will be done everyday as an assistant to Wibie who also doubles as an admin, accountant and shopkeeper.

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According to Fanny's explanation, the family heritage convection business currently managed by Mr. Wibie is not a large convection company. But their production has penetrated some of the largest markets in Jakarta.

Almost all suppliers of safety clothing that opened stores in Tanah Abang, Monday Market, Cipulir Market, and Mangga Dua have been their subscriptions since the business was still managed by the parents of Mr. Wibie.

Because Mr. Wibie was the only son in the family, he was asked by his mother to continue the business after his father died of heart disease.