My secretary the Old Virgin
25. Picked

Nessa looked at the clock in her hand. Time has shown seven o'clock over fifteen minutes. He should be ready to go to the office. When he was about to put his wallet in his bag, his phone suddenly rang. Nessa picked up the phone that was on the table. It says Fikri's name on his phone screen.

What do you want, people? Early in the morning was the call, Nessa said in her heart.

Then he answered a call from Fikri.

“Hallo. Good morning, sir,” said Nessa.

“Kok same prospective husband replied like that? Assalamualaikum says. So dong,” said Fikri.

“Assalamualaikum,” Nessa repeats her words.

“Waalalikumsalam,” Fikri replied.

“What are you doing?” ask Fikri.

“At the ready to go to the office,” replied Nessa while inserting her wallet and pouch make up into the bag.

“Don't leave first! I'm picking. Now I am on my way,” said Fikri.

“Not necessary, Sir. I ride ojek only,” said Nessa.

“Do not like to argue with the words of a future husband! Soon I arrive,” said Fikri.

Just becoming a husband-to-be was already arrogant, Nessa said in her heart.

“Alright, I wait for you to come,” said Nessa.

“Well, so dong. Patience, yes! Soon I arrive,” said Fikri.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Fikri and ended the conversation.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Nessa turns off her phone.

Nessa gets ready, afraid Fikri will come.

Ten minutes later, his phone rang again. Nessa picked up her phone on the table. On the screen of his phone was written the name Fikri.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam. I have arrived in front of your boarding place,” said Fikri.

“Iya, Sir. Nessa comes out soon,” Nessa replied.

Nessa puts on her shoes and picks up her bag, then she walks out of her room. Nessa sees Fikri's car stopping in front of her boarding house. Nessa opens the back door, please,

“Good morning, Sir,” said Nessa.

“Good morning,” replied Fikri.

Nessa gets in the car, she sits next to Fikri. After Nessa gets in the car, she walks out of Nessa's boarding house.

“You've had breakfast, not yet?” ask Fikri.

“Not yet, Sir. I had to do the laundry, so I didn't have time for breakfast, ” replied Nessa.

“Why not wash in laundry?” ask Fikri.

“No ah, Sir. I wash it every day so there are few clothes to wash. After all I have to pay for expenses, daily meals and transport,” replied Nessa.

“Your salary is huge. Compared to other secretaries, your salary is the largest,” said Fikri.

“Staying is not enough, sir. I have to send money to my parents and my siblings. Although Papah I still teach, but I as a child want to help ease the burden of parents,” said Nessa.

“Ya already, later I raise your salary,” said Fikri.

“Do not, Sir! Can be nervous if you raise my salary,” said Nessa.

“You said the salary I love is still lacking. So I raise again,” said Fikri.

“Not necessary, Sir. I still have savings. I sold out my car,” said Nessa.

“Why is your car for sale?” ask Fikri.

“Because the car was not used by me, but used by my ex-boyfriend. She used to date other women,” Nessa said.

“Breng-sek is also your ex. He benefits you just for dating other women,” said Fikri.

“How do you take your car back?” ask Fikri.

“It wasn't me who took it, but it was my ex-boss who took it from my ex-girlfriend. Armed with BPKB in my hands, my former boss managed to take my car. Then he sold and the money was transferred to my account,” replied Nessa.

“Very well your former boss,” said Fikri.

“Iya, Sir. It is hard to find a good boss like him. But I was forced to resign from there, because I want to avoid the interference of my ex-boyfriend,” said Nessa.

“Now you are my future wife. Nothing will bother you anymore,” said Fikri.

The car stopped in front of the office lobby.

“Please open the trunk, Sir,” said Fikri to Mr. Eno.

“Good, Sir,” replied Mr. Eno.

“What is it, Sir?” tanya Nessa pointed at the goodie bag held by Fikri.

“Breakfast for both of us. I also have not had breakfast,” replied Fikri.

“I brought you, Sir,” said Nessa.

Fikri gives Nessa a goodie bag and they walk into the office.

The masterpieces were shocked to see Fikri coming early in the morning. Usually Fikri comes in over ten o'clock. But now at eight o'clock less he was already in the office.

“Good morning, Sir,’ said the employees when they were in conversation with Fikri.

“Morning,” Reply Fikri.

Fikri and Nessa ride the directors' special elevator. In the elevator Fikri directly reached Nessa's waist.

“Do not, Sir! Later someone will see,” said Nessa while trying to release the hand of Fikri coiled around her waist.

“Take it easy. No one saw,” replied Fikri.

“That,” Nessa points to the cctv that is inside the liff.

Fikri sighed. He clenched his hand and pointed it at the cctv. So that employees who see the cctv do not dare to talk about the two of them.

“They won't dare talk about us,” said Fikri.

The elevator stops on the ninth floor. They're out of the liff.

“We have breakfast first in my room,” said Fikri.

Fikri entered the study. Nessa follows Fikri from behind. When Nessa was keeping a goodie bag on the desk, Fikri immediately locked the door of the study. Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Nessa immediately turned to Fikri.

“Why is the door locked?” ask Nessa.

Fikri approached Nessa and wrapped her hands around her waist.

“Do not, Sir. It's office!” Nessa.

“Morning kiss where?” fikri asked as she brought her face closer to Nessa's face.

“Cup,” Fikri peeked Nessa's bi-beer.

“I like you and I love you,” said Fikri.

“I don't want just words. I want proof that you love me,” said Nessa.

“Will I prove that I love you,” replied Fikri.

Then he brought his face closer to Nessa's. He's about to kiss Nessa's bi-beer back. Suddenly Nessa's stomach rang from starvation. Nessa laughed as she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Aahahh, you can not be invited romantic,” protest Fikri.

“I'm sorry, Sir. My stomach is hungry,” replied Nessa.

Fikri sighed then let go of her embrace.

“Ya already, let's eat,” said Fikri.

Fikri sat on the sofa. Nessa was also sitting on the sofa, but was a little off the edge away from Fikri.

“Sitting next to me, dong. Don't go far! Like people who are just flourishing,” said Fikri.

Inevitably Nessa finally shifted her body closer to Fikri.

“Well, so dong,” said Fikri.

Fikri opened the goodie bag and took out a box of food and put it in front of Nessa.

“This is for you,” said Fikri.

“Mad who cooks. He said special for prospective daughter-in-law,” continued Fikri.

Nessa opens the lunchbox given by Fikri. In it there is white rice, chicken katsu and vegetables with shrimp. Nessa tasting a little chicken katsu.

“Enak,” says Nessa.

Then he took a little bit of vegetables.

“Enak. Ibu Dira pinter cook too,” praise Nessa.

“Iya, dong. Who you were,” replied Fikri with pride.

“When I want to try your cooking too,” said Fikri.

“I don't pinter cook. My mom is cooking. I spend my time working in the office. If it's weekend time for rest. So almost never cook,” answered Nessa.

“Just sometime I want to eat your cooking. Not good is okay. The important thing is that you cook,” said Fikri.

“Bener, huh? Don't protest if it's not good!” Nessa.

“Iya, I will not protest,” replied Fikri.