My secretary the Old Virgin
24. Mamah Called.

In the afternoon, Nessa returns home to Fikri's parents. Fikri drove Nessa home. During the trip Nessa noticed Fikri who was driving quietly. Outside the streets it was wet because the rain had just stopped.

“Why? You are amazed by the good looks of your lover, yes?” ask Fikri while focusing on driving.

“Iiihhhh ge-er,” replied Nessa.

“The proof of you from earlier is watching me continue,” said Fikri then turned to Nessa briefly with a smile.

“I'm still confused by Father. Why did you suddenly want to be my girlfriend?” ask Nessa.

“Yesterday while in the office you were still mediocre,” said Nessa.

“Ya already, from tomorrow we are going out in the office,” said Fikri.

“Not so I mean,” Nessa said.

“So you want how?” ask Fikri.

“Father answer first my question,” says Nessa.

“Which question, yes?” ask Fikri.

Hearing Fikri's question, Nessa immediately sighed.

Young people are forgetful, Nessa said in her heart.

Nessa turned her eyes towards the window. He was annoyed at Fikri who did not answer his question.

Fikri turned to Nessa. The woman was watching the scene outside.

Fikri stopped his car in front of a city park. The park looks empty. Fikri turned off the engine and opened the window glass. He let the fresh air after the rain, get in the car.

“Why stop?” ask Nessa.

“Make you ask, now I will answer your question,” said Fikri.

“If it is difficult to answer, do not just answer,” said Nessa while turning her face to the window.

“Why are you, anyway? How angry with me?” ask Fikri.

“Because you're being weird. No rain and no wind suddenly want to be my girlfriend. It's not clear, it's very confusing,” replied Nessa.

Fikri sighed.

“I don't like to see you being alone with other men. When I saw you being alone with your relatives, I was upset to see it. That's why I'm bothering you. And when I saw you were hanging out with your – friends, I didn't like it either. When we met Doni in Singapore, I thought you made a deal with him. Especially when on an airplane you look so familiar. I'm upset you would rather talk to Doni than talk to me,” Fikri said.

Nessa was silent, she listened to Fikri's words.

“When we had lunch with your parents and they were talking about their friend's child, frankly I didn't like it. And this afternoon when I was about to take you out, I saw you dress up so pretty and take a taxi online. As if you were about to meet someone special,” said Fikri.

“You have never dandan as beautiful as that in front of me,” Fikri protest.

“If I dress pretty to the office, later I was thought to want to tease my own boss,” replied Nessa.

“I want you to dress beautiful just for me. Not for other men!” fikri.

“Ya already, from tomorrow I dress pretty for Father. But I don't want to be dumped when you find another beautiful woman,” said Nessa.

“When do I dump women? Even I was dumped by women,” said Fikri.

“Father dumped by women? When?” ask Nessa in shock.

“Already. That's a story of the past. Now I want to be with you,” replied Fikri.

“Bapak know how old I am?” ask Nessa.

“Tau. You are three years older than me,” replied Fikri.

“And you are not ashamed of dating me?” nessa didn't believe it.

“Why should I be ashamed? You are beautiful and smart. You deserve to be my companion,” replied Fikri.

Nessa finally gave up, so persistent Fikri to be her lover. Nessa can only pray hopefully Fikri is loyal to her and not toying with her feelings.

“Alright, I accept you to be my lover,” said Nessa.

“Not just a lover. But the future husband also,” said Fikri.

“iya, be my future husband,” replied Nessa.

“Thank you for accepting me to be your future husband,” Fikri held the palm of Nessa's hand and kissed the back of her hand and kissed Nessa on the forehead. When he was about to kiss Nessa's lips, Nessa suddenly pushed Fikri's chest straight away.

“Can't, not yet a husband! Later if it is official to be a new husband can be,” said Nessa.

“Yes already, it's okay. I can't wait to be your husband,” said Fikri.

“Why not lift?” ask Fikri.

“Mamah must be furious. What do I say to Mamah?” nessa asked confusedly.

“Tell me the truth. At loudspeaker,” replied Fikri.

“Bismilbornrohmannirrohim,” says Nessa.

Then he answered a phone call from Mama.

“Assalamualaikum, Mah,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam. Nessa....,” Mamah began to speak at length expressing her disappointment at what Nessa did to Zamzam.

Fikri listened to what Mamah Ika said.

“Nessa apologizes, Mah. But this is all Mr. Fikri,” said Nessa.

Nessa told her Mom what Fikri had done to her.

“She is serious with you or just messing around?” ask Mamah.

Fikri took Nessa's phone.

“Assalamualaikum, Aunt. I'm Fikri,” said Fikri.

“Waalaikumsalam. Oh, Mr. Fikri is with Nessa, huh?” ask Mamah.

“Call me Fikri, don't use ‘Pak’,” said Fikri.

“Iya, Aunt. I was with Nessa. Nessa just got home from my parents' house. I introduced Nessa to my parents,” replied Fikri.

“I introduced Nessa as my lover,” said Fikri.

“Fikri serious with Nessa?” ask Mamah.

“I'm serious Aunt. I'm going to marry Nessa. Next month after we return from Singapore, we will stop by Om and Auntie's house,” said Fikri.

“You want to Singapore again?” ask Mamah.

“Iya, Aunt. I go to Singapore every month to see my parents. All of you check the company there,” replied Fikri.

“Alhamdullilah you are serious with Nessa. But all we need is proof, not promise!” said Mamah.

“Good, Aunt. I will prove my sincerity to Nessa,” said Fikri.

“We wait for the proof. Aunty wants to talk to Nessa again,” Mamah said.

Fikri gives his cell phone to Nessa.

“Nessa, if you are going to Singapore do not forget to bring souvenirs for Mamah!” said Mamah.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Nessa.

“How are Fikri's parents' attitudes to you?” ask Mamah.

“They are good to Nessa,” replied Nessa.

“Alhamdullilah if they are good to you,” said Mamah.

“Yes already, Mamah wants to talk about this to Papah. Let there be no misunderstanding with Om Tendi and Aunty Seventh,” said Mamah.

“Assalamualaikum,” Mamah hung up.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Nessa.

Nessa breathed a sigh of relief because Mamah wanted to understand.

Fikri started the car engine. He drove his car out of the park.

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

“Thank you for taking me home. Assalamualaikum,” Nessa opened the car door and was about to get out of the car but was prevented by Fikri.

“Honey, this one hasn't been kissed yet,” Fikri pointed to his left cheek.

Nessa approaches Fikri's cheek, but the one that sticks is not her bi-beer. But the fingers of his hand are shaped like a duck's snout.

“Cup. Already yes,” Nessa quickly get out of the car.

“Honey,” call Fikri.

But Nessa ran into her boarding house. Fikri laughed at Nessa. Then he runs his car out of Nessa's boarding house.