My secretary the Old Virgin
22. Fikri Why?

“If he doesn't want to be with you. You just come with me,” said Fikri lightly.

“Where?” nessa asked in annoyance.

“To my home. For me to introduce to my parents as my girlfriend,” replied Fikri calmly.

“Pacar? Since when did I become my girlfriend?” ask Nessa.

“Since now,” replied Fikri calmly.

“I don't want to be a girlfriend pretending to be Father,” said Nessa.

“Who said to be a pretend girlfriend? You are my real girlfriend,” replied Fikri.

Nessa was shocked to hear that. Fikri wanted to make her a lover.

“Father is not moving?” ask Nessa suspiciously.

“I did not mabok, if you do not believe try to kiss,” Fikri opened his mouth and brought closer to Nessa's face.

Nessa immediately backed away from Fikri.

“No, ah. Smell,” said Nessa as she wagged her hand in front of her face.

Fikri smiled at what Nessa was doing.

“Come, we go from here,” Fikri directly holds Nessa's hand.

“Eh, first. Who said I want to be your girlfriend?” Nessa tries to shake Fikri's hand.

“Rather than you have to go on a continuous blind date. Meningan you become my girlfriend,” replied Fikri.

“I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for a husband. I do not want to live single continuously,” said Nessa.

“Okay, we're married. You will not be single anymore,” said Fikri.

Nessa sighed hearing Fikri's words.

This is the guy why, anyway? Suddenly asked for a date. Suddenly get married. His head was blown off the wall time, huh? nessa said in her heart.

“Sir, I don't want to have a husband like you. You often change women, I do not want to have a cheating husband,” said Nessa.

“Who am I cheating on?” ask Fikri.

“Father often bring girls to the office,” said Nessa.

“Oh, the. That's because I don't have a boyfriend, so I pay girls to accompany me. If I already have a boyfriend or wife, which I bring to the office of my girlfriend or wife,” replied Fikri.

“Kok I do not believe in the words of Mr.” said Nessa.

“You don't believe it because you haven't lived. If you have undergone, you will definitely know what I like,” said Fikri.

Nessa thought for a moment. Suddenly someone called him.

“Nessa.”

Nessa turned towards the voice. Zamzam was standing near them.

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Nessa sits in front of Zamzam. Zamzam's face was disappointed to hear Nessa's words. Nessa decides not to continue this matchmaking, as Fikri will always bother her. Fikri sat at the next table while watching Nessa and Zamzam.

“So you want to cancel this matchmaking?” ask Zamzam.

“Forced, Bang. Otherwise, this one astral creature will continue to disturb,” replied Nessa while pointing to Fikri.

“Why don't you just resign? Looking for another job. Or if you don't want to work, it's okay. My income is enough for us to be married, even more,” said Zamzam.

Nessa was silent and could not say anything. Free of charge he resigned, Fikri would do a thousand and one ways to disturb him. The only way to follow Fikri's will, if Fikri is caught cheating, then the opportunity for Nessa to stay away from Fikri.

Fikri heard Zamzam's words become emotional.

“I've been interested in you since the first time Papah showed you your photo. I thought you were going to be my wife. But it turns out I was wrong, you prefer him,” Zamzam said as he glanced at Fikri.

“Im sorry Nessa, Bang. Nessa used to think the same way as Brother. But that one astral creature always bothered Nessa. It seems she doesn't like it if Nessa is happy,” Nessa replied.

“If you have resigned and parted with your boss, you call me. I still hope to marry you,” Zamzam said.

Don't expect to get Nessa. I will not let go, Fikri said in his heart.

“Alright, Bang. Pray that Nessa can be separated from this one astral creature,” replied Nessa.

Zamzam stood up and stretched out his hand to invite Nessa to shake hands. Nessa welcomes Zamzam's hand.

“Send Nessa's greetings and apologies to Om Tendi and Aunt Jeven,” Nessa said.

“Later to convey,” replied Zamzam.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Zamzam replied.

Nessa leaves Zamzam, Zamzam notices Nessa leaving. Fikri follows Nessa and is about to embrace Nessa's back. But Nessa dodges, she doesn't want Fikri to touch her. Forced Fikri to just follow Nessa from behind.

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Nessa stood beside Fikri's car while folding her hands in front of her chest. His face looks very upset. Fikri approaches his car and opens the door for Nessa.

“Where did you know I was here?” ask Nessa with judes.

“I follow you,” replied Fikri.

“My stalker father?” ask Nessa.

“Not your stalker. But I'm at the boarding house you want to pick you up. But I saw you get into the online taxi,” replied Fikri.

“You're really intending once on a date with him. You dress so beautiful and fragrant. You have to take a taxi online again. Usually if you accompany me the dress is mediocre and go up ojek. Until the smell of exhaust from your body,” said Fikri.

“I just dress up and smell the exhaust, there are already clients asking for a date. Moreover, I dress pretty and fragrant, can be directly invited bobo with the same client,” replied Nessa.

Nessa got into Fikri's car and closed the door. Fikri immediately sighed.

Patience Fikri, patience. Women are so when they are angry, said Fikri in the heart.

Fikri got in the car. He looked to the side. Nessa sat down while folding her hands in front of her chest and legs crossed. His face still looks upset.

Fikri sighed then started his car engine. He then drove his car out of the cafe parking lot.

Fikri stopped the car in front of the mansion. A housekeeper opened the gate. Fikri put his car into the yard. When passing by the housekeeper Fikri opened the window.

“Pak Olen's. Papah and Mamah are there, aren't they?” ask Fikri.

“There, Den” replied Mr. Olen.

Fikri immediately drove his car to the front of the garage and turned off the engine. Fikri turned her head to Nessa's side still silent with an annoyed face.

“Already dong, darling. Don't sulk,” said Fikri who tried to persuade Nessa.

Nessa remained silent.

“I kissed, yes,” said Fikri while bringing her face closer to Nessa's face.

Nessa instantly distanced her face from Fikri.

“No need to kiss. I don't want to be confused with Father. Bi-beer Father of another former woman,” said Nessa who is still upset.

“Now my bi-beer belongs to you,” said Fikri who tried to seduce.

“Udah dong gets angry. You put a look like that in front of my parents?” bujuk Fikri's.