My secretary the Old Virgin
3.New Office

HRD manager reads Nessa's curriculum vitae.

“You work for a company in Jakarta for eight years, but you want to move to Bandung. Is it not dear to your old job?” ask Mr. Warino Manager HRD.

“No, Sir. My determination has been unanimous to move to Bandung,” replied Nessa.

“UMR in Bandung is smaller than in Jakarta,” said Mr. Warino.

“Nothing, not a problem,” replied Nessa.

“What is your salary there?” ask Mr. Warino.

“Six million rupiah,” replied Nessa.

“That's a big deal, that's close to my salary,” said Mr. Warino.

“We can't give you that much salary. Highest for secretary salary of five million rupiah,” said Mr. Warino.

“But for you, it's okay we pay six million rupiah,” said Mr. Warino.

“Serious, Sir?” nessa didn't believe it.

“Iya, your salary is that much. We are the same as your salary there. But you want you to work as professional as when you worked in the company before,” said Mr. Warino.

“Good, Sir.I will try,” said Nessa.

“OK. From tomorrow you can already work here,” said Mr. Warino.

“Tomorrow? Not tomorrow. I had to move to Bandung and find a boarding house. I haven't been to my boss either. Later my salary and split money are held,” said Nessa.

“Oke, we give you time. Next Monday, you should have entered work,” said Mr. Warino.

“Good, Sir. Thank you,” said Nessa. Nessa shaking hands with Mr. Warino.

Nessa walked out of the office with a radiant face. He was finally able to leave Jakarta. Nessa looked at the clock on her wrist, the new time showing at half-eleven. It's not time to check out of the hotel. There is still time to find the. Nessa asked me about the costs of being close to security.

“The place is a bit far from here, Ma'am. Must ride ojek,” replied security.

“Ojek mat is also okay,” replied Nessa.

Nessa orders an online motorcycle taxi and security provides a boarding address. Nessa rides ojek online to boarding.

The boarding place is quite comfortable. There is a bathroom in the room, so he does not need to fight over the bathroom with other boarding house residents. But the rent is quite expensive, one million rupiah a month. Nessa agreed and she paid for one month, as she did not carry much cash. After that Nessa went straight back to the hotel to check out from the hotel.

The next day Nessa returned to her old office to say goodbye to Mr. Fredy.

“Thank God you got a job. I'm happy,” said Mr. Fredy.

Fredy gave Nessa two envelopes.

“It's money separate from the company for you,” said Mr. Fredy. Because Nessa resigned, so she didn't get a severance, just got split money.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Nessa.

“This is your salary for a month,” said Mr. Fredy.

“Not cut, Sir?” ask Nessa. Because it's still the middle of the month.

“It's okay. Count to add pay your costs,” replied Mr. Fredy.

“And your car has sold. The money I send to your account,” said Mr. Fredy.

Nessa took the phone out of her pocket. He saw M Banking on his phone. There's money coming in for some of the price of the car.

“Alhamdullilah,” says Nessa.

“Thank you, sir,” said Nessa.

“Sama-sama,” replied Mr. Fredy.

Mr. Fredy reached out his hand to invite Nessa to shake hands.

“Hopefully success in the new workplace. And hopefully get a soul mate,” said Mr. Fredy.

“Aamiin. Thank you, sir,” replied Nessa.

***

Nessa walks into the new office. He came early in the morning, the office was still quiet. There's only a cleaning service officer on duty cleaning the office.

“Mbak new employee, yes?” ask a cleaning service called Yatino.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

“Already know the room?” ask Yatino.

“Already. Said Mr. Warino I was placed on the ninth floor,” replied Nessa.

“Oh new secretary Pak Fikri?” ask Yatino.

“I also do not know who is the secretary. Only Mr. Warino told me that my room was on the ninth floor,” replied Nessa.

“Iya it's Pak Fikri's room. For details Ma'am wait for Mr. Warino, soon he comes,” said Yatino.

“I wait here only,” Nesaa sits in the guest chair which is in the reception room.

Half an hour later Mr. Warino came.

“I'm sorry I'm late. Let's go straight to your room,” said Mr. Warino.

Nessa and Mr. Warino get into the liff. The elevator stops on the ninth floor. They're out of the liff. The ninth floor looked quite spacious as there were only a few rooms. Mr. Warino approached a table near the door.

“This is your work desk,” said Mr. Warino.

“That's Mr. Fikri's room. He's a director at this company,” said Mr. Warino pointing to the room in front of his desk.

“On the tenth floor of the main director's room. But he rarely comes to this office,” said Mr. Warino.

Never mind that yesterday I saw the director of this company, Nessa said in her heart.

Maybe that's not the director. It is difficult to work with people who are dating continuously, Nessa said in her heart.

“On the top floor there is a place for employees to rest,” continued Mr. Warino.

“Mushola where, sir?” ask Nessa.

“Mushola on the seventh floor. On the floor also specifically for mushola,” replied Mr. Warino.

Well, there are rarely companies that provide one floor for the mushola, Nessa said in her heart.

“Tasks you accompany Mr. Fikri, wherever he goes. And you should remind Mr. Fikri's schedule. If suppose he says he does not want to be disturbed, you should not give up on reminding him,” said Mr. Warino.

“Sorry, Sir. Does Mr Fikri often bring his girlfriend?” ask Nessa.

“Kok you know?” Mr. Warino asked back.

“I don't know if it's Mr. Fikri or not. But as I was about to interview you in the Father's room, I saw a man carrying a woman. He rode a special liff for the directors,” replied Nessa.

“Yes right, that's Mr. Fikri. No more riding the liff except Mr. Taufik and Mr. Fikri,” said Mr. Warino.

Well, this is called the keiban pulung. It must be a boy, Nessa said in her heart.

“You know, your job. Anything you want to ask?” ask Mr. Warino.

“If I can't persuade Mr Fikri, I have what sansi?” ask Nessa.

“You will be fired. Just like the other secretaries,” replied Mr. Warino.

Because of the boys and the people were fired. Let me get fired, Males has a boss like that, Nessa said in her heart.

“How, Nessa?” ask Mr. Warino.

“Alright, Sir. I'll try,” replied Nessa.

“OK deh, good luck,” said Mr. Warino.

Mr. Warino left Nesa alone. Nessa cleared her desk. On the table was a book written Mr. Fikri's schedule. Nessa opened the book. Today's schedule has a ten-hour meeting at the Sentiana hotel. Nessa glanced at her watch. It's only eight o'clock. There's still time. Nessa prepares for a meeting. He also did not know what the meeting was about, but the task he only prepared and accompanied. Gradually he will understand what business is run by Mr. Fikri.