My secretary the Old Virgin
11. Meet Fitri

Boyke escorted Nessa to Nessa's boarding house. Boyke's car stopped in front of Nessa's boarding house.

“Thank you for delivering Nessa,” said Nessa.

“Sama-sama, Nes,” replied Boyke.

“Sorry that lunch was a mess because of the boss Nessa,” said Nessa.

“It's okay, Nes. Next time we can have lunch together again. Or maybe dinner,” said Boyke.

“But it can't be these weeks, Akang is busy seminar,” said Boyke.

“Iya, it's okay,” replied Nessa while opening the seat belt.

“Nessa came down, Kang. Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa. Nessa got off Boyke's car.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Boyke.

Nessa waved her hand at Boyke. Boyke's car left Nessa's boarding house.

***

Fikri walked towards his room. He saw Nessa was busy with the PC so as not to welcome her boss. Fikri's approaching Nessa.

“How was your date, yesterday? Successfully, no?” ask Fikri.

Nessa glanced at Fikri.

“Successful or not, it is not the business of Father,” replied Nessa flatly.

“It doesn't seem to work. Because your face is not beaming,” said Fikri.

“Keep me should how? Smile themselves? Or have to laugh alone?” nessa asked in annoyance.

“Yes like the other girls. Her face looks happy after a date with her lover,” replied Fikri.

“How to be happy? Her date show was bullied by an obscure person,” Nessa replied in annoyance.

“Oh, so I ruined your date? Yes, already I'm sorry,” said Fikri.

Fikri reached out her hand and invited Nessa to shake hands.

Nessa looked at Fikri's hand.

“Promise won't repeat again?” ask Nessa.

“Heehmm,” replied Fikri.

Nessa finally gets Fikri.

“Do not get angry,” says Fikri.

“Today my schedule is anything?” ask Fikri.

Nessa reads out Fikri's schedule one by one.

“OK,” Fikripun entered his room.

***

Friday’at the night Fitri's best friend Nessa called. Fitri was Nessa's best friend in High School. Fitri studied management while Nessa attended office administration.

“Nes, tomorrow I'll come with my husband to Bandung. We meet, yuk,” said Fitri.

“Let me introduce my husband's friend. Ganteng loh, Nes. Anyway tajir. And most importantly still a bachelor,” Fitri said.

“There is a bachelor who wants to be with me,” said Nessa.

“There must be, lah. Not all bachelors are like your ex-girlfriend. Unemployed, living. Uh, plus another fuss,” said Fitri.

“She's been dumped in the garbage can, Fit,” said Nessa.

“Good! It must be so, so as not to become a habit,” said Fitri.

“Can we meet, tomorrow?” ask Fitri.

“If need I pick you up to the boarding place. You just send the location,” said Fitri.

“Not to be picked up. I can walk by myself. Poor husband you were told to pick up here,” said Nessa.

“Tida anything. Let me know your boarding place,” Fitri said.

“Do not! My boarding place is ugly, when compared to your home,” said Nessa.

“Do not go so low. My home will be a gift from in-laws,” said Fitri.

“Despite the giving of in-laws, should be grateful. Not everyone has good in-laws like your in-laws,” says Nessa.

“Iya, New. Alhamdullilah begging. Hopefully you can also get good in-laws like my in-laws,” Fitri said.

“Aamiin. But his son must be good too. Free to have good in-laws but his son is a female playwright,” said Nessa.

“Nauzubillah min dzalik, lest I get a husband like that,” said Nessa who realized that she should not talk like that.

“Eatya if by the way guarded. Saying that prayer,” Fitri said.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

Nessa istigfar many times.

***

The next day at half-ten in the morning Fitri sent the location where he was to Nessa's mobile phone. Shortly thereafter, the sound of his cell phone ringing.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Fitri.

“Nes, I've sent the location. Don't come, yeah! If it does not come later I will be enemies,” said Fitri.

“While the threat is terrible,” said Nessa.

“Ya. I take a shower, yeah. Keep getting ready,” said Nessa.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

At ten, Nessa is ready to go. He ordered an ojek online. When he got out of his boarding house, the driver was waiting in front of his house.

“Good morning, Mother Nessa,” greet driver ojek.

“You again,” says Nessa.

Nessa is confused by the many drivers of online motorcycle taxi, why should the driver keep coming.

“Today I will not give you a tip,” said Nessa.

“It's okay Mother Nessa. I just got a tip from my customer,” replied the driver of the online ojek.

The driver of the online motorcycle gave his helmet to Nessa.

“It looks like your helmet is still new,” said Nessa noticed the helmet.

“Yes, Miss Nessa. I am loved by my passengers. He happens to be the owner of a helmet shop. He gives a new helmet but there is a defect,” replied the driver ojek online.

“It turns out your windfall is a lot too. Although the helmet has an important defect that can still be used,” said Nessa who still pay attention to the helmet given by the driver of the online motorcycle taxi. There was a long black scratch on the helmet.

“Iya, Mom. Alhamdullilah,” replied the ojek driver.

“Thank God,” says Nessa.

Nessa wears a helmet and rides on the bike. The motorcycle driver left Nessa's boarding house.

Nessa's ride-hailing online motorcycle stops in front of a coffee shop. Nessa got off the bike and gave her a helmet and thirty thousand rupiahs.

“Take the change,” said Nessa.

“Alhamdullilah. Thank you Ms. Nessa,” said the driver of the online motorcycle taxi.

Nessa goes into the coffee shop. He looked around for Fitri. Suddenly someone shouted,” Nessa!”

A woman of her age ran up to her.

“Fitri,” Nessa and Fitri directly cuddle.

“I miss you,” said Fitri.

“Me too,” answered Nessa.

Fitri took off her embrace and watched Nessa's body.

“You are now a bit thin,” said Fitri.

“Collections, his name is also son kos. The meal should be economical,” replied Nessa while grinning.

“You are a child who costs a lot of money,” said Fitri.

“Let me introduce to my husband's friend,” Fitri pulled Nessa's hand.

Fitri approached two men talking.

“Mas, Nessa has arrived,” Fitri told her husband. Fitri's husband stood up.

“How are you, Nes?’ Reza shakes Nessa.

“Good, Mas,” replied Nessa.

“Don, meet this Nessa friend of my wife,” Reza said to the man sitting in front of her.

Nessa looked at the man. He seems to recognize the pris.

“Pak Doni?” ask Nessa.

“Nessa?” ask Doni. Doni stood up.

“How are you, Nes?” Doni reached out to Nessa.

Nessa welcomes and shakes Doni's hand.

“Alhamdullilah, fine,” replied Nessa.

Reza and Fitri noticed both.

“Mas Doni knows Nessa?” ask Fitri.

“Iya. I accidentally met with Nessa,” replied Doni.

“Rez, remember not when we met at hotel Sentiana?” ask Doni.

“Remember,” Reza replied.

“This Jessa, the woman I told you about,” said Doni.

“Oh, so he's the one with the stingy boss?” ask Reza.

“Iya,” Doni replied.

Fitri turned to Nessa.

“Wah, New. There's something you didn't tell me,” Fitri said.

“Just you owe me a story,” Fitri said.

“Having passed, Fit. After all the story is timid,” replied Nessa.

“Pak Doni, don't tell Fitri! Shameful aja,” said Nessa.

“Mas Reza knows the story?” ask Fitri to her husband.

“Tau,” Reza replied.

“Later tonight story, yes. Later I pijitin, deh,” rayu Fitri.

“Heh heh heh, remember this is a public place. It is forbidden to seduce the husband in public places,” said Nessa.

“Biarina. So quickly find a husband, let's not envy,” replied Fitri.