My secretary the Old Virgin
26. Keep Distance

Fikri came out of his room. He approached Nessa who was still busy with her work.

“Nessa, are you still busy?” ask Fikri.

“A little more, Sir,” replied Nessa while focusing on the PC screen.

“In save first. Later on forward. Now we pray dzuhur first,” said Fikri.

Nessa saved her work documents and shut down the PC. Fikri waited patiently for Nessa. Nessa took her face from the closet.

“Come, Sir,” says Nessa. Fikri and Nessa walk towards the cliff.

The elevator stops on the seventh floor. The entire seventh floor is used exclusively for mushola. Mr. Taufik deliberately made it so that his employees could be free to pray without having to alternate with others. Actually, the place is more worthy of being called a mosque because the place is very spacious to accommodate many people. But Mr. Taufik prefers to call it a mushola. Because this place is reserved exclusively for office employees and guests who come to their offices, it is not open to the general public. Mr. Taufik also provides a lot of mukenah and sarong in the mosque. Mukenah and sarongs are always replaced with clean ones every day so that employees are comfortable in worship. There are special employees who are hired to take care of the cleanliness of the mushola. Mr. Taufik did not forget to provide the Qur’an in mushola. Deliberately reserved for its employees who want to read Al Qu’an after the completion of the prayer.

Nessa and Fikri get off the cliff. The employees inside the mosque were surprised to see Fikri coming to the mosque. Because Fikri was never seen coming to the mosque, he prayed more often in his study. Fikri and separated when heading to ablution.

Fikri finished praying first. He saw Nessa still wired and praying. After she finished praying Nessa folded her face and tidied up her makeup. Nessa put some powder on her face. The powder on his face faded from being exposed to ablution water. Suddenly Utami called him while whispering, “Teh Nessa Tea Nessa.” Nessa turned to Utami.

“What?” ask Nessa.

“Tuh, awaited Mr. Fikri,” replied Utami.

Nessa turned her head forward, it turned out that Fikri was standing in front of her while folding both of her hands in front of her chest. He was watching Nessa get dressed.

“Shortly, Sir. I fix my make up first,” said Nessa with a joke.

Nessa continued polishing the powder. After that, she put lipstick on her lips. Fikri was still standing in front of her while watching Nessa who was engrossed in dressing up.

“Already, don't be thick! Later also deleted again,” said Fikri.

But Nessa still cuey, he continued polishing her lipstick. The female employees noticed Nessa who was busy dressing up even though her boss had been waiting for her.

Finally Nessa got dressed up. She carries her make up pouch and face.

“Come, Sir. I'm done,” said Nessa. Fikri and Nessa leave musola.

“Bapak want lunch where?” ask Nessa in the liff.

“Where do you want to eat?” Fikri asked back.

“I eat at the office. I do a lot of work,” replied Nessa.

“I'll come with you,” said Fikri.

They're back on the ninth floor. Nessa keeps her mukena bag and pouch on the desk.

“What do you want to eat?” ask Nessa.

“What do you want to eat?” Fikri asked back.

“I want to order tektek noodles. What do you want?” asked Nessa who was busy with her phone.

“Find the food in my room only. While sitting on the sofa,” said Fikri.

Fikri held Nessa's hand and took Nessa to her study. He leads Nessa to the sofa and tells Nessa to sit on the sofa.

“Can be nice if while sitting here,” said Fikri who sat next to him.

“What food is there? I want to eat rice,” asked Fikri.

“Father see for yourself,” Nessa gave her phone to Fikri.

“You alone hold the phone. I do not know how to use your phone,” replied Fikri.

“All phones are the same way to use them,” said Nessa.

“Already, you alone hold. I see from here,” said Fikri.

Nessa didn't give her phone to Fikri.

“What's it going to wear?” ask Nessa.

“Hmm what's good to wear, yes?” Fikri thought for a moment.

“Wear fish only. Make breakfast with chicken. So now eat fish,” replied Fikri.

“Will it be fried? a burn? or pepes?” ask Nessa.

Nessa types her phone looking for grilled fish. Fikri shifted her seat even closer to Nessa. He placed his hands on the back of the sofa, so that he could be closer to Nessa. He noticed Nesa who was looking for a grilled fish menu. Occasionally Fikri smears Nessa's hair.

“If this one wants?” Nessa showed me an appetizing picture of grilled fish.

“Bby,” Reply Fikri.

Then Fikri rubbed back Nessa's hair. Nessa just realized that her hair was dici-um-ci-um by Fikri.

“Iiihhh, Father why menci-um my hair continues,” said Nessa while shifting her seat to get away from Fikri. But Fikri held Nessa's shoulder from shifting.

“Your hair smells good,” praise Fikri.

“Yes already, starting tomorrow I will not be diligent shampooing anymore. Let me not kiss my hair,” said Nessa.

“Don't do it, dong. Pleasing the heart of the future husband is worship,” said Fikri.

“Not a future husband, but a husband. While you are still a prospective husband,” Nessa rectifies the words Fikri.

“I'll soon be your husband,” said Fikri.

“It must be halal first can only hold, hug let alone ci-um ci-um,” said Nessa.

Nessa took off Fikri's hand that was attached to her shoulder. Then he moved away from Fikri.

“You are fierce at all prospective husband,” protest Fikri.

“Father of earlier smelt-um-ci-um my hair. If you don't kiss my hair, I won't get angry,” replied Nessa.

“Already dong, don't be angry. Here sit again here, I will not smear-um-ci-um your hair,” said Fikri as he patted the sofa nearby.

“Gak ah, keep your distance,” replied Nessa while stretching her right hand forbidding Fikri to get close.

“I want to order food first,” Nessa continues food message.

Fikri could only look at Nessa. Nessa finished ordering food.

“I ordered. Just waiting for the order to come,” said Nessa then put her phone on the table.

“What's all?” asked Fikri while taking her purse out of her pants pocket.

“I already paid pake balance of my application,” replied Nessa.

“How did you pay? I should have paid,” Fikri protest.

“Nothing, let's be quick,” replied Nessa.

“Later I love you money shopping,” said Fikri.

“For what money shopping?” nessa asked confusedly.

“For food messages via your app,” replied Fikri.

“Bapak download itself only the application. Later I fill in the salad. So if we want to order food using the application Mr.” said Nessa.

“No ah, ribet. Order the food from your app only. Later I fill the balance,” replied Fikri.

“I asked for your account number,” said Fikri while holding his phone.

“For what, Sir?” ask Nessa.

“I want to transfer money to you,” replied Fikri.

“Not necessary, Sir. Once in a while I treat Mr.” said Nessa.

Although Nessa needs money but as a woman she must maintain self-esteem. He does not want to ask for men. Once he begs the man for the rest of his life, he will underestimate him. Although the status of Fikri said Fikri as a prospective husband, but he did not want to ask for Fikri. He can still live independently.

“Then I put your spending money into your salary,” said Fikri.

“Do not, Sir!” Nessa Exclamations.

“Begin only. If you order food online pay with cash only,” said Nessa.

“OK. I concur. But I paid, yes!” said Fikri who is still firm with his stance.

“Yes, Mr who paid,” replied Nessa.