My secretary the Old Virgin

48. New Secretary

After breakfast Fikri and Nessa return to their room. Fikri is getting ready to go to the office, while Nessa just sleeps on the bed while watching television.

“Still headaches, no?” ask Fikri while wearing a tie.

“It has been reduced,” answered Nessa while squeezing the television remote.

“Rest at home only, yes. If you want anything just ask Ima,” said Fikri.

“Iya, A,” replied Nessa.

Fikri took the suit hanging on the closet door and put it on. Then he approached his wife.

“Aa work first, yes. If there is any phone Aa,” said Fikri and then kissed his wife's forehead and mouth.

“Iya, A,” replied Nessa.

Nessa drove her husband to the front of the house. Fikri's car is ready in front of the house. Mr. Eno was already in the car.

Nessa kissed the back of her husband's palm.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Fikri before getting in the car.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Nessa.

Nessa waves her hand as her husband's car slides out of the house.

Nessa breathed.

Now what do you want? ask Nessa in my heart.

Bored in the room continues, Nessa said inwardly.

Since he had frequent headaches Fikri forbade him to work again. Fikri tells Nessa to rest at home. Especially now that she was declared pregnant, Fikri was completely protective of her. Nessa thought of finding a way to not feel bored at home.

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Nessa got out of the online taxi, then stepped inside the courtyard of a building.

“Good day, Mom,” said security guard up front.

“Good day Mr. Ujang,” replied Nessa.

Nessa kept walking towards the office lobby. He approached the reception desk.

“Good afternoon Yolti,” said Nessa.

Yolti who was writing a list of incoming letters immediately puffed his head.

“Eh, Nessa Tea,” says Yolti shocked.

Yolti stood up.

“I mean Mother Nessa,” error Yolti.

“Good day, Mother Nessa,” says Yolti.

Nessa smiled at Yolti's stiff attitude.

“Customize it, Yolti. Don't be stiff like that. Call me as usual Nessa Tea,” says Nessa.

“Warning Mother is already the wife of Mr. Fikri. So it has become the boss' mother,” said Yolti.

“The boss is my husband, not me. I remain your friend,” said Nessa.

“Have no more problems,” continued Nessa.

“You see Yatino, no?” ask Nessa.

“Usually if this clock is in the pantry,” replied Yolti.

“Mother no need with Yatino? I call, yes?” ask Nessa.

“Not necessary. I went to the pantry myself,” answered Nessa. Nessa walks into the pantry.

Nessa returned with Yatino.

“Yol, want baso, no?” ask Nessa.

“Mau, Bu,” Reply Yolti.

“No, add one more for Yolti,” Nessa told Yatino.

“Good, Mom,” replied Yatino.

“No, I am as usual,” Yolti told Yatino.

“Iya, Tea,” replied Yatino.

Then Yatino came out of the office to buy a baso.

“Yol, I'm in the room Mr.” said Nessa.

“Good, Mom,” Reply Yolti.

Nessa walks into a special liff for the directors.

The cliff stopped on the ninth floor where Fikri's room was located. She walked into her husband's room. A beautiful woman sitting at the secretary's desk greeted him.

“Good day, Mom. Can I help you?” ask the woman.

Nessa looked at the woman from top to bottom. He looked at the woman.

“Who are you?” ask Nessa with judes.

“I am secretary to Mr. Fikri,” replied the woman politely.

“You are here to work or want to lure my husband?” ask Nessa with a kettle.

“Iibu, wife of Mr Fikri?” ask the surprised woman.

“Iya. Wh why? You think your boss is still single?” Nessa asked back.

“Where is my husband?” ask Nessa.

“In his room, Mom. He was in a meeting with his assistant. Mr. Guntur and Mr. Indra,” replied the woman.

“Why didn't you attend the meeting? You're her secretary,” asked Nessa.

“Pak Fikri won't let me in his room, ma'am. I was told to keep the table, maybe a guest came and phone in,” replied the woman.

“Good if you cannot enter my husband's room. Means my husband feels uncomfortable having a secretary like you,” said Nessa.

Nessa walks into Fikri's study.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Nessa when opening the door of the workspace Fikri.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied everyone who was in the room.

Nessa walks into Fikri's room. Fikri approached his wife.

“Who are you here with?” ask Fikri.

“Self. Take a taxi online,” answer Nessa.

Fikri guided Nessa towards the sofa chair.

“Wait a minute, yes. Soon the meeting is over,” said Fikri.

“Iya, take it easy,” replied Nessa. Fikri returned to his desk, then continued his meeting.

Ten minutes later Fikri ended his meeting. Fikri's assistants came out of Fikri's room. Fikri approached Nessa, sitting next to Nessa. Suddenly the sound of the door being knocked.

“Sign in,” replied Fikri.

“This is the bus, Mom,” Yatino put the tray and change on the table.

“Thank you, No,” said Nessa.

“Father wants lunch with what?” ask Yatino.

“With duck rice,” replied Fikri.

Fikri gave Yatino a hundred thousand rupiah and Yatino came out of Fikri's room.

“What did you buy?” tanya Fikri looked at the package inside the black plastic.

“Baso sauce with chicken noodles,” replied Nessa.

Nessa pours chicken noodles and baso, each into a bowl.

“Why not buy baso at home?” ask Fikri.

“Why? Can't Nessa buy baso near Aa's office?” nessa asked in annoyance.

“Bby, Aa does not prohibit you from buying baso here,” replied Fikri.

“But it's far away. Pity you later sapped,” said Fikri.

“The boy who wants to eat baso near his Papah office,” replied Nessa while putting sambel into baso and chicken noodles.

“Who wants his mom or his son?” ask Fikri while teasing Nessa.

“Annya,” replied Nessa then sipped the broth baso.

“The sword fits,” says Nessa.

Nessa ate her chicken noodles. Fikri watched his wife who was eating ayan and baso noodles, it looked delicious.

“Enak, no?” ask Fikri.

Nessa thumbs up.

“Try, dong,” says Fikri.

Fikri ate Nessa's chicken noodles.

It's delicious too Fikri said in his heart.

Then Fikri ate his soup baso. Fikri direct spiciness. Fikri went to his desk and drank the water in his drinking glass.

“Pedes really,” said Fikri who is still spiciness.

He refilled his drinking water and drank it again.

“Don't do much. Poor son,” said Fikri.

“The child who wants spicy,” answered Nessa while chewing baso.

“That's the will of mamahnya,” said Fikri.

Fikri returned to his seat.

“A, secretary Aa no less ouhai? It was like a caterpillar,” asked Nessa while chewing chicken noodles.

“Tau, tuh. Though Aa had reprimanded him many times so that he scaled more politely. But he is still a wayward wearing clothes like that,” replied Fikri.

“She hasn't got the money to buy new clothes,” said Fikri.

“What does he mean he says that? Ask to buy clothes with Aa? How insolent are women!” nessa exclaimed in annoyance.

“If tomorrow he still wears such clothes, Aa fire him,” said Nessa.

“Iya. Aa has told Mr. Warino to find a replacement,” replied Fikri.

Nessa relished her chicken noodles and broth baso. Fikri noticed his wife's food was very appetizing. He wants to ask his wife for more food. But he felt sorry, because the portion of his wife's food was reduced.

Suddenly someone knocked on Fikri's office door.

“Log in,” Excite Fikri.

Yatino came in with Fikri's order.

“No, please buy me baso kuah and chicken noodles that are like Mom,” said Fikri.

Nessa looked at her husband. Her husband does not usually eat baso.

“Good, Sir,” replied Yatino.

Yatino put the duck rice on the table and then walked out of Fikri's room.

“Whose duck rice is eating?” ask Nessa.

“You want? Eat it,” replied Fikri.

“Later. Want to spend baso and chicken noodles,” said Nessa then eat the bass.

Finally Nessa finished her boso and chicken noodles.

“A,” Nessa calls her husband who is focusing on mobile.

Fikri put down his phone.

“What's up?” ask Fikri.

“Nessa wants to find activities not to be upset,” replied Nessa.

“What are you referring to?” ask Fikri.

“Nessa wants to open an online store,” replied Nessa.

“Why should an online store? Why not just open a regular store?” ask Fikri.

“If online sales can be done at home. If it's a regular store, then every day Nessa has to go to the store. Nessa wants a business that can be done at home, without having to go anywhere,” replied Nessa.

“OK, can. As long as it doesn't bother you and make you soy sauce,” said Fikri.

“But can't be the same mom? Nessa needs a place to store her merchandise,” Nessa says.

“Let's talk to mama. If for example it is forbidden to be equally mamah, we buy our own house so that you can be free,” replied Fikri.

“Thank you, A,” said Nessa while hugging her husband.

“How much capital do you need?” ask Fikri.

“Not necessary. Nessa has her own money,” replied Nessa.

“Save your money. Business capital from Aa only,” said Fikri.

Nessa thought for a moment.

“OK, again. Thank you yes, A,” said Nessa. Then he kissed Fikri's mouth again.

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A dear reader. I am in mourning, as my 4 novels were plagiarized by an app. They didn't change my pen name. But it's still called plagiarism. They seek profit without paying me.

May they receive vengeance from Allah SWT. Every word I put together was a result of me thinking hard.

They don't know my struggles when I write.

Hope the app is taken down