My secretary the Old Virgin

7. Dinner

Nessa was looking in front of the mirror. Tonight he will accompany his boss to dinner with prospective clients. After Nessa's office came home first to her boarding house, due to a meeting with a client at half-eight. Nessa has free time to go back to her boarding house. Suddenly there is an incoming chat in the online ojek application.

Drivers : Drivers :

Tea, I'm already ahead.

Nessa :

Waita minute.

Nessa took her bag and walked out of her room. Nessa walks to the front of her boarding house. An online taxi driver was waiting for him.

“Where are you, Tea?” ask Mr. Sukri security at his boarding place.

“There was an appointment with a friend,” replied Nessa.

If you say a promise with a friend is safer. Instead of saying accompany the boss dinner, instead will be responded to negatively with everyone.

Nessa approaches the motorcycle driver.

“Teh Nessa?” ask the driver ojek.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

The motorcycle taxi driver gave Nessa a helmet and Nessa put it on. Nessa got on the bike. The motorbike was also the way to leave Nessa's boarding house.

The motorcycle driven by Nessa stops in front of the Terrace hotel. Seven-star hotel which is quite famous in the city of Bandung. Nessa gives money to the motorcycle driver.

“Thank you yes, Bang,” said Nessa.

Nessa went straight into the hotel lobby. He walked to the hotel lounge.  Nessa circles her gaze in search of Fikri. His views were on handsome young men wearing casual suits with t-shirts as **********. Nessa approached the man.

“Good night, Sir. You've been waiting for me?” greet Nessa.

The man turned his head towards Nessa and noticed Nessa's appearance from top to bottom. Nessa wears a casual dress and wears casual shoes with three centimeter heels. Her hair was ponytailed, revealing her straight neck.

It can also be grooming, Fikri said in his heart.

“Why, Sir? I got the wrong costume, huh?” tanya Nessa felt Fikri was paying attention to her appearance.

“No. So is enough,” replied Fikri.

“Come, we've been waiting,” said Fikri.

Nessa follows Fikri from behind. Fikri walked towards the Japanese restaurant that was in the hotel.

“Good night, Sir. Can I help you?” greet the restaurant staff when they enter the Japanese restaurant.

“I have an appointment with Mr. Jack,” replied Fikri.

“Let me drop off,” said the employee. The employee escorted Fikri and Nessa to Mr. Jack's desk.

A man with a tall stature and a mixed face between China and America, stood up to welcome Fikri.

“Pak Fikri, how are you?” Mr. Jack salutes Fikri.

“Good, Mr. Jack,” replied Fikri.

“Who is she?” ask Mr. Jack while referring to Nessa.

“She is my secretary. Her name is Nessa,” replied Fikri.

Mr. Jack stretched out his hand, Nessa greeted Mr. Jack.

“It's nice to meet you, Miss Nessa,” said Mr. Jack.

“Sama-sama, Mr. Jack,” replied Nessa.

Mr. Jack invited them to sit down. Mr. Jack and Fikri talk about their business while enjoying dinner. Nessa just sat down and became a good listener. Sometimes he records what he thinks is important. During dinner Mr. Jack once glanced at Nessa, but Nessa was unaware of it. Until finally at half past ten the conversation of Mr. Jack and Fikri was finished. Fikri also returned home.

“Now Miss Nessa wants to accompany me for drinks?” ask Mr. Jack when they come home. Nessa was shocked to hear that.

“Sorry Sir, I can't. Tomorrow I have to work,” replied Nessa.

“Alright, I understand. Maybe next time Miss Nessa can accompany me to dinner and drinks,” said Mr. Jack.

Mr. Jack salutes Fikri. But when with Nessa, Mr. Jack did not regret it but he kissed the back of Nessa's hand. Nessa immediately goosebumps when Mr. Jack kisses the back of her hand.

“It's nice to meet you Miss Nessa,” said Mr Jack as he looked at Nessa's face.

Nessa quickly pulled her hand.

“We'll excuse you Mr. Jack,” says Fikri.

Fikri and Nessa leave the restaurant. While inside the liff Nessa quickly wiped the back of her hand that Mr. Jack had kissed with a wet tissue.

Fikri noticed Nessa rubbing her hands.

“It looks like he likes you,” said Fikri.

“Sorry, Sir. If you use me to get a project from Mr. Jack, I better resign,” said Nessa.

“I'm a secretary, not a pela0cur,” Nessa said with annoyance.

During his time working with Mr. Fredy, he had never met a client like Mr. Jack. Mr. Fredy took good care of her, so none of the clients dared to be rude to her.

“Whose word am I using you? I'm just saying that if you can get this project, you I'll give you a bonus. But if you don't want to, it's okay. We are looking for another project,” said Fikri.

Nessa just kept quiet to hear Fikri's words.

“What are you going home?’ ask Fikri.

“Online motorcycle taxi, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“I'll take you home. It's night,” said Fikri.

Liff stopped on the basemant floor, where Fikri parked his car.

Fikri stopped his car in front of Nessa's boarding house.

“Thank you for accompanying me,” said Fikri.

“Sama-sama, Sir,” replied Nessa.

Nessa got out of her car. Nessa stood in front of the boarding house, waiting until Fikri's car drove away where she was boarding. After that Nessa went into her boarding house.

***

Nessa was writing Fikri's schedule when Fikri arrived. Today Fikri does not bring women to the office.

Alhamdullilah begging. No drama, Nessa said in her heart.

But at lunch came a beautiful woman whose style was like a socialite.

“Pak Fikri is there?” ask the woman.

“Mbak who, yes?” Nessa asked back.

“I Heni, Fikri's fiancee,” replied the woman.

“Wait a minute, Ma'am. I contact Mr. Fikri first,” said Nessa.

But the woman immediately opened the door of Fikri's room and went inside. Nessa stood up.

“Mbak, do not carelessly enter!” Nessa Exclamations.

Shortly after, Fikri came out of his room.

“Nessa! Why did you let someone else into my room?” exclaimed Fikri in an angry tone

“I didn't tell him to come in, he just barged in,” Nessa replied.

“Fikri,” Heni approached Fikri then held Fikri's arm.

“Do not get close to me! I am disgusted near you,” exclaimed Fikri while throwing Heni's hand.

“Fikri, I'm sorry Fikri. I want to go back with you. I still love you,” said Heni. Heni tried to hold Fikri's hand. But Fikri continued to avoid.

Nessa was just looking at the two of them.

“I don't want to be with you anymore! I'm disgusted by you!” fikri.

“Nessa, kick this guy out! I don't want to see him here!” funnier Fikri.

Nessa approached Heni.

“Ayo Mbak, get out of here,” persuade Nessa.

“Who dare you expel me from here? I am Fikri's fiancee,” Heni said.

“We have broken up a long time ago. I have nothing to do with you!” fikri.

“Just kick this guy out or you I fire!” funnier Fikri.

“Come away, Ma'am. Darpada later expelled security, later more embarrassed again,” persuaded Nessa.

“I will not give up. I'll be back again,” Heni said.

Then Heni left Fikri's room. Nessa can breathe.