My secretary the Old Virgin
23. Meet Fikri's Parents

Nessa breathed.

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

“You are my only boyfriend,” replied Fikri.

“I don't want to be your mistress,” said Nessa.

“Nessa, you're already big. Where do I keep it? It will not fit if I put a bag,” said Fikri.

Nessa amused to hear Fikri's words. He wanted to laugh, but was arrested. If Fikri knew for sure the catfish would be geer.

“I don't want to be a toy of Father. I want to get married, have a husband and have children,” Nessa said again.

“Are you barbie? Can I make toys? If you want to get married soon, tomorrow we get married,” replied Fikri.

She thought getting married was easy, Nessa grumbled in her heart.

“Already dong, darling. If later here later Mamah and Papah go to nap,” said Fikri.

Nessa sighed and opened her seat belt. Nessa was about to open the car door but was prevented by Fikri.

“Don't pout so, dong. Smile, dong,” says Fikri.

Nessa smiled with a force.

“Well, if this is beautiful,” praise Fikri.

Suddenly cup, Fikri kisses Nessa's cheek.

“Ma love ya, babe,” said Fikri.

“Do not call dear! Amused as it sounds,” said Nessa.

“Ya already, call her honey, baby, sweety,” Fikri said.

“Stop! Don't call me that! Call as usual. Nessa. No more frills,” exclaimed Nessa.

Then Nessa got out of the car. Fikri also got out of the car. He approached Nessa and took Nessa's hand.

“No need to hold hands! I can walk by myself!” nessa exclaimed while trying to shake Fikri's hand.

“What's the matter, baby? PMS again, huh? How fierce,” asked Fikri.

“For my Father, I became badmood,” said Nessa.

Fikri sighed. It seemed like he had already committed an unforgivable sin, thus making Nessa furious.

Patience Fikri, patience. Later you can also conquer it, Fikri said in his heart.

“Come,” Fikri invites Nessa into her house. They're coming in through the garage. They showed up in the dining room. Fikri's parents are having lunch.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Fikri when entering the house.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Fikri's parents.

Fikri approached his parents and kissed the back of his hand.

“Whose are you coming with?” mother asked Dira when she saw Nessa standing by the door.

“Boyfriend's name, Mah,” replied Fikri.

“Oh, yes? Get it over here! Mamah want acquaintance,” said Ibu Dira.

Fikri approached Nessa.

“Come, darling. Mamah wants to meet you,” said Fikri while embracing Nessa's waist.

Nessa wants to protest. But he felt bad noisily in front of his boss. After all Mr. Taufik is Nessa's boss in the office.

Fikri embraces Nessa's waist towards her parents. When he saw Nessa, Mr. Taufik was immediately shocked.

“Loh, this isn't Nessa your secretary?” ask Mr. Taufik.

“Iya, Sir. I am Nessa secretary Fikri,” replied Nessa.

“Nessa secretary Fikri as well as lover Fikri,” said Fikri.

“You're how the hell, Fik? Secretary's own time is dating,” said Ibu Dira.

“Let his work spirit,” replied Fikri.

Nessa greets Fikri's parents.

“Have eaten, not yet?” ask Dira's mother.

“Su,” Nessa Basu just wanted to answer already, but directly answered by Fikri.

“Not yet, Mah,” says Fikri.

“Poor Nessa starved,” says Fikri.

“Sini, sit here. We eat together,” said Ms. Dira as she patted the empty chair next to her.

Fikri pulled the chair next to his Mamah for Nessa.

“Sit here, Yang,” says Fikri.

“Bibiiii,” Mother Dira calls her maid.

Before long a middle-aged woman came to approach Mother Dira.

“Please get a plate and drink for Fikri and his friend,” said Ms. Dira.

“Good, Ma'am,” the woman that Bibi called back to the kitchen.

“You've been dating Fikri for a long time?” mother asked Dira while waiting for the plate and drink that the aunt was taking.

Nessa confused to answer what?

“Not long. When we went to Bali. We made it in Bali,” replied Fikri.

“Ya, babe?” ask Fikri to Nessa.

“Eh, yes,” replied Nessa.

Nessa followed what Fikri said.

Not long after, the aunt returned with a tray containing plates and glasses and placed in front of Nessa and Fikri. Auntie's back in the kitchen.

“I get the rice, yes,” said Fikri.

Fikri took Nessa's plate and filled with rice.

“So here's enough, no?” fikri asked, revealing the rice on Nessa's plate.

“Enough,” replied Nessa.

Fikri put a plate in front of Nessa's desk.

“What do you eat?” ask Fikri.

“Wear shrimp, want?” ask Fikri.

“Bby,” replied Nessa.

Fikri offered all the side dishes on the table to Nessa. Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira pay attention to the way Fikri treats Nessa well.

Without realizing it, Nessa's plate was full of side dishes. Not to mention vegetables that are separated using a bowl. Nessa looked at her plate full of food.

“Pak, this is mostly,” whispered Nessa.

“It's okay. You have to eat a lot, so that our children are healthy,” replied Fikri calmly.

Ibu Dira immediately listened to Fikri's words. Mr. Taufik gave a drink to his wife and rubbed the back of Mother Dira.

“She is pregnant?” ask Dira's mother.

“I'm not pregnant, Mom. Mr. Fikri does like to talk like that, Mom,” replied Nessa.

“Fikri!” exclaimed Mother Dira furiously.

“Mongan it prayer. Who knows Fikri has a child from Nessa,” said Fikri casually.

“But your talk made people misunderstand,” said Ibu Dira.

“Already, Mah. Let it. He was just joking,” Mr. Taufik said.

“The sparks are not funny, make Mamah dependent,” said Ibu Dira.

“Don't joke like that anymore. It's not good to sound like someone else! Making people misunderstand,” exclaimed Mr. Taufik.

“Iya, Pah,” replied Fikri. Then they continued eating.

After finishing eating Nessa dzuhur in the mosque that is in the house of Fikri. Fikri also joined Nessa. They each pray in the musholah.

Finished their prayers heading to the living room joined by Fikri's parents. Dira's mother asked Nessa a lot of things. From Nessa's family to Nessa's favorite. And there's one question Nessa can't answer. Why would you want to be Fikri's girlfriend? That's the question that Mother Dira asked.

Nessa was silent to think. He was confused as to what to answer. Nessa turned to Fikri, the man was looking at her with a smile.

He smiles instead of helping, Nessa said in her heart.

Finally Nessa tried to answer Dira's questions.

“Because Pak Fikri is kind and considerate. And most importantly Mr. Fikri was kind and polite to my parents,” replied Nessa.

“Oh, Fikri has met your parents?” ask Dira's mother.

“Iya, Ma'am,” replied Nessa.

“When?” ask Dira's mother.

“When I and Mr. Fikri returned from Singapore. We met my parents when we were about to have lunch at the Jakarta mall,” replied Nessa.

“Then what did your parents think of Fikri?” ask Mother Dira curious.

“The words of my parents, Mr. Fikri are kind, friendly and polite,” replied Nessa.

“And handsome. Surely your parents say so,” said Fikri with pede.

“Iya. Said my Mom and Dad, Mr. Fikri handsome,” said Nessa.

And the sword and the tyre, Nessa said in her heart.