My secretary the Old Virgin
13. Go To Bali
Nessa is sleeping while opening social media on her phone. The television in his room was left lit up without him seeing it. Suddenly a message came in on his phone.
Kang Boyke :
[Assynualay]
Nessa:
[Capitaly]
Kang Boyke :
[Nessa is what?]
Nessa :
[So look at social media]
Kang Boyke :
[It's disturbing, huh?]
Nessa :
[Not bothering.]
[What else?]
Boyke sent a photo of the screen capture. The photo is a laptop screen photo. On the laptop screen there is a type in the word that the contents of medical science that Nessa does not understand.
Nessa :
[Again doing the job, yes?’]
Kang Boyke :
[Yes.]
[I'm sorry, if this week Akang can't take you out.]
Nessa :
[It's okay, Kang. After all, Nessa's best friend came from Jakarta. He invited Nessa to meet. So Nessa has a friend to chat with.]
[Oh, yes Kang. Mr. Fikri interrupted Nessa again.]
Kang Boyke ;
[You mean disrupt how?]
Nessa told me everything that happened in the coffee shop.
Kang Boyke :
[Your boss really has no job. Always bothering his secretary.]
Nessa ;
[Sir Fikri bashful through Nessa in front of everyone.]
Kang Boyke ;
[Let it go, don't wait. He will also be cape himself.]
[It was before, yes. I want to do the job again.]
Nessa :
[Yes, Kang.]
Kang Boyke ;
[Assynoltx.]
Nessa ;
[Ofename.]
Nessa shuts down messaging app. Then he continued reading social media.
***
Nessa is writing Fikri's schedule. Suddenly the intercom on his desk rang. Nessa lifted.
“Ya, Yol?” ask Nessa.
“Teh Nessa, there is a phone from Mrs Lee in line two,” said Yolti.
“Please connect,” says Nessa.
Nessa picked up the phone on line two.
“Good day, Mrs. Lee,” says Nessa.
“Good day, Nessa,” replied Mrs. Lee's.
“How are you doing?” ask Mrs. Lee's.
“Nessa is fine,” replied Nessa.
“Thank God that you are fine,” Mrs said. Lee's.
“How about my son? Is she okay?” ask Mrs. Lee's.
“Your child is fine. He's getting naughty and annoying,” replied Nessa.
“He always interfered with my dates,” Nessa said.
“Ah, the boy. Really naughty. I'll take care of him,” said Mrs. Lee's.
“You want to talk to Mr Fikri?” ask Nessa.
“iya. His father there needs to be with him,” replied Mrs. Lee's.
“Alright, will I connect,” says Nessa.
Nessa contacted Fikri via intercom.
“Pak, there's a call from Mrs. Lee in line two,” says Nessa.
Nessa shuts down her intercom. He continued his work.
Long time too Fikri talked to Mr. Lee's. Visible from the line two lights are still on. An hour later the line two lights went off. But the second line light came back on, it seemed like Fikri was contacting someone. A quarter of an hour later the line two lights went off again and Mr. Fikri came out of his room.
“Nessa, please book two flight tickets to Bali as soon as possible! And you should come with me to Bali,” said Fikri.
“What? To Bali? Very kind father took me to Bali,” said Nessa happily.
“We're not going there for a walk. But for work. There's a problem with Mr. Hotel. Lee in Bali,” said Fikri.
“Siap, Sir. I will do it,” said Nessa.
“Hotelnya, not booked too?” ask Nessa.
“Not necessary. Mr. Lee told us to stay at his hotel,” replied Fikri.
“Father is not afraid if suddenly there is someone who wants to kill father?” ask Nessa.
“What do you mean, someone wants to kill me?” ask Fikri.
“Somebody could kill you. You are a confidant Mr. Lee,” replied Nessa.
“You mostly read detective novels, huh? So your mind goes everywhere,” said Fikri.
“Father is a confidant Mr. Lee's. The hotel Mr. Lee is in trouble. What if they try to get rid of you? Because you can unpack their crimes,” said Nessa.
“You are there. How dare they kill me? Seeing you standing next to me alone, they were already scared,” Fikri said.
“Only am I gogog herder? Until people feared,” said Nessa annoyed.
“Not so. Your face looks judes, your body is tall and firm. They think you're my bodyguard, not my secretary,” Fikri said.
“Indeed I judge ya, sir?” ask Nessa.
“See only in the glass if you do not believe,” replied Fikri.
“Leave it if it is considered a bodyguard Father. The important thing is you are safe,” said Nessa.
“How long have we been in Bali?” ask Nessa.
“Can be about a week, can even be more than a week,” replied Fikri.
“Asyik long. Can be fun,” said Nessa happily.
“Remember, we're there for work, not for fun!” fikri.
“Ready, Sir,” replied Nessa.
***
The next day Fikri and Nessa left for Bali at nine in the morning. At I Gusti Ngurah Rai airport they were picked up by the hotel driver. Arriving at the hotel they were greeted by the hotel manager.
“Welcome to Bali, Mr. Fikri,” said Leo hotel manager Lee & Lee.
“Thank you Mr. Leo,” replied Fikri.
“We have prepared lunch for Mr and Mr. Assistant. Would you like to eat in your room or at the restaurant?” ask Leo.
“We ate at restaurant only,” replied Fikri.
“Then, let our waiter who keeps your suitcase and your assistant suitcase to the room,” said Leo.
Fikri shut up for a moment. He remembered what Nessa said yesterday. There's no harm in having to be on guard. They are in a foreign place.
“We go to the room for a while. New to restaurant. Coincidentally this has entered the dzuhur prayer time, we want to pray dzuhur first,” said Fikri.
“Alright, later our waiter will take you to your room,” said Leo.
Fikri and Nessa head to their room escorted by the hotel maid. They each get an executive room with a connecting door to each room. Intentionally Mr. Lee arranged it that way, in order to make it easier for them if there was a need for one another.
After the dzuhur prayer they headed to the restaurant. But before heading to the restaurant, Fikri to Nessa's room first.
“Nes, drop my suitcase in your room,” said Fikri.
“Loh, what happened to the room Mr?” nessa asked confusedly.
“You said yourself, if I have to be careful. They could have trapped me by putting drugs in my suitcase. So that I can be in grebek BNN,” said Fikri.
Nessa thought for a second.
“Ahah,” Nessa heading to bathroom. He saw the bathroom key hanging on the bathroom door.
Nessa took her suitcase and Fikkri's suitcase to the bathroom and locked the bathroom door from the outside.
“Beres,” said Nessa while showing Fikri the bathroom key.
“Not in vain I paid you dearly,” said Fikri.