My secretary the Old Virgin
28. The Hospital

In front of the ICU room was Mr. Sam and Aunt waiting for Mr. Lee.

“How is Dad now?” ask Fikri.

“Still unconscious,” replied Mr. Sam.

Fikri and Nessa enter the ICU. Mrs Lee was sitting next to her husband's bed rubbing his hand. Fikri approached Mrs Lee and rubbed Mrs Lee's back. Mrs Lee looked to the side.

“Fikri,” Mrs. Lee immediately got up from his seat and hugged Fikri.

“Your father is still unconscious. I'm afraid he'll leave us,” Mrs. Lee was crying in Fikri's arms.

“Mother is patient, yes,” said Fikri while rubbing Mrs' back. Lee's.

Mes. Lee released his embrace and looked at Nessa who was standing behind Fikri. Nessa approached Mrs. Lee then shakes up Mrs. Lee's.

“Thank you, already want to accompany Fikri,” said Mrs. Lee's.

“Sama-sama Mrs. Lee's. It is my duty to accompany Fikri,” replied Nessa.

Fikri approached Mr. Lee was lying on the bed. Mr's Face. Lee slept quietly. On his nose pulled over the oxygen hose. In his hands was attached an infusion hose. While on the left thumb attached to the tool to be connected to the performance monitor of the body's organs. Fikri kissed the back of Mr.'s hand. Lee's.

“Dad, Fikri come Daddy,” said Fikri while rubbing Mr.'s palm. Lee's.

Tears reminisced in Fikri's eyes.

“Wake, Dad. Your naughty son has come home,” Fikri said in tears.

“Pardon Fikri who can not accompany Father and Mother,” Fikri was crying.

Suddenly Mr. Lee siuman, he opened his eyes. He saw Fikri who was crying while holding his hand.

“Fikri,” heard Mr's voice. Lee called.

Fikri puffed his head. He saw Mr. Lee opened his eyes.

“Alhamdullilah. Dad is awake,” said Fikri happily.

“Mother, Dad is up,” Fikri called Mrs. Lee was sitting on the sofa with Nessa.

“Fikri want to call the doctor,” Fikri directly out of the room.

Shortly afterwards a doctor and nurse came to check on Mr. Lee's.

“We're about to check Mr. Lee's. Only one person was in this room. The others came out,” said the watch doctor.

Fikri and Nessa are out of the ICU. And let Mrs. Lee was inside. A quarter of an hour later the doctor and nurse came out of the room. Fikri approached the guard doctor.

“What about my Father?” ask Fikri.

“The situation has improved. Let him rest,” replied the doctor.

“Thank you, Doc,” said Fikri.

After the doctor and the nurse leave Fikri and Nessa enter Mr.'s room. Lee's.

“Bu, I'll just go home with Nessa. Let Fikri accompany Dad,” said Fikri.

“Mother wants to be here accompanying your Father,” said Mrs. Lee's.

“Do not, Mom. Mom's tired later. I will not sleep well,” persuaded Fikri.

“Good. Mom go home first. Mom tipped Dad, yes,” said Mrs. Lee's.

“Iya, Ma'am,” replied Fikri.

“Nessa, titip my Mom. If there's anything my phone!” fikri.

“Good, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“William, I go home first,” say goodbye Mrs. Lee to her husband.

“Iya,” replied Mr. Lee is weak. Nessa is Mrs. Lee left the inpatient room.

Fikri fixed his father's blanket.

“Dad needs something?” ask Fikri.

“No. You just rest. You must have cape after a long journey,” replied Mr. Lee's.

Fikri's headed to the sofa. He turned the sofa into a bed, so he could rest in peace.

Early in the morning Fikri woke up for dawn prayers. But before he went to the bathroom, he checked his father's condition first. After learning that his father was doing well, Fikri went into the bathroom to make ablution.

Fikri just finished praying, Mr. Lee called him, “Fikri.”

Fikri immediately woke up to his father.

“Daddy want what?” ask Fikri.

“Dad to drink,” replied Mr. Lee's.

Fikri raises the headboard so his father can drink.

“Pusing no, Well?” ask Fikri.

“No,” replied Mr. Lee's.

“Already,” said Mr. Lee finished drinking.

Fikri kept the glass back on the nightstand.

“Dad want to sleep again?” ask Fikri.

“Iya,” replied Mr. Lee's.

Fikri lowered back to his original position.

“What are you doing?” ask Mr. Lee's.

“Fikri just finished praying,” replied Fikri.

“Dad to the bathroom?” ask Fikri.

“No. I want to sleep again,” replied Mr. Lee's.

Fikri fixed Mr.'s blanket. Lee's. After Mr. Lee sleeps, Fikri returns to his bed because his body still feels cape.

At half-eight Nessa came to the hospital carrying a change of clothes for Fikri and breakfast for Fikri.

“Good morning,” said Nessa when masuik into Mr.'s room. Lee

“Good morning, Nessa,” replied Fikri.

Fikri is feeding Mr. Lee's. Nessa keeps the bag she carried on the sofa table.

“Can bribe him?” nessa asked while paying attention to the way Fikri was feeding her father.

“Can,” replied Fikri.

Fikri looks stiff while feeding his father.

“Let me feed Mr. Lee's. I took a shower first, then breakfast,” said Nessa.

Fikri gave a plate filled with porridge to Nessa. Then he brought clothes to the bathroom. A quarter of an hour later Fikri finished his bath. He sat down on the sofa and opened the lunchbox that Nessa had brought. While Nessa just finished feeding Mr. Lee's.

“Pak, this medicine has Mr. Lee?” nessa asked pointing to the medicine that was above the nightstand.

Fikri approached the nightstand and looked at the medicine appointed by Nessa.

“Iya. Last night the nurse gave her medicine,” replied Fikri.

Fikri returned to the sofa and started eating his breakfast. He bribed a spoonful of fried rice and enjoyed the taste. Fikri frowned when he felt the taste of the fried rice that Nessa brought.

“Nes, this who's cooking?” ask Fikri.

“I, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“Why? Not good, huh?” nessa asked while giving the medicine to Mr. Lee's.

“Enak. It feels different with Bibi's cuisine,” replied Fikri.

“Poor Aunt soy sauce. Waiting at the hospital last night. So I cooked breakfast,” said Nessa.

“You are smart cook too, yes,” praise Fikri.

“Custom only. The important thing is my cooking is worth eating,” said Nessa humbled.

“Finally I can try your cooking,” said Fikri. Fikri continued eating.

“Fikri breakfast with what?” ask Mr. Lee to Nessa.

“With fried rice, Mister. The easiest and no complicated cuisine,” replied Nessa.

“I want to try,” said Mr. Lee's.

“Do not, Mister. Mr. Lee has not been able to eat hard and spicy. Mr. Lee should eat soft first. Later if it is healed I will make a special fried rice for Mr. Lee,” says Nessa.

“I wasn't made?” ask Fikri who listened to Nessa and Mr.'s conversation. Lee's.

“Iya, I will make it for you too,” replied Nessa.

“Call me Dad and call my wife Mom. Let it be the same as Fikri,” said Mr. Lee's.

“Good, Dad,” replied Nessa.

After she finished giving the medicine, Nessa waited outside the room, because in the ICU room only one person could wait.

“Pak, I'm waiting outside. There's work I have to do,” Nessa said.

“You if you want to go for a walk. Have Mr. Sam drop you off,” said Fikri.

“No, Sir. Just get a work day. So I also have to work,” replied Nessa.

“Singapore away from office. No one knows that you are here just a walk,” said Fikri.

“No ah, Sir. Later my work even more stacked. I better work on it little by little,” said Nessa.

Nessa took her laptop out of the ICU.

“Your secretary is diligent,” praise Mr. Lee's.

“iya. Diligent and fierce,” said Fikri.