My secretary the Old Virgin
30. Sampans

Nessa was amazed when she entered The Shoppes At Marine Bay Sands because of its luxurious architecture. And when he saw the canal in the mall, Nessa was interested in trying to ride a wooden boat in the canal. Understand he just saw there is a canal in the mall.

“Pak, I want to take that boat,” Nessa said as she pointed to the boat passing in the canal.

“Bby, let's go to his counter,” Fikri took Nessa's hand and took her to the sampan rides.

Fikri bought a boat ticket at the counter for thirteen Singapore dollars per person. After buying the ticket Fikri and Nessa went straight up to the canoe. They were lucky because that day the sampan rides were empty. Walk down the canal at The Shoppes AT Marine Bay Sands. Nessa took a picture from a wooden canoe. Seeing Nessa posing Fikri shifted her seat to be able to pose with Nessa.

“Do not take photos alone. Must be both, later people think you are still single,” said Fikri who attached his body behind Nessa.

“Indeed I'm still single. Who says I'm married?” said Nessa while paying attention to the results of her shots.

“Let everyone know you have a boyfriend. Anyway photos of both!” fikri.

Nessa was forced to take a photo with Fikri using Fikri's cell phone. The photo was taken several times. Then in the photo together using Nessa's phone.

“Photo once again,” said Fikri who was getting ready to pose using his phone.

“Make it a lot. Later the storage is full,” said Nessa.

“It's okay. Later just moved to laptop,” replied Fikri.

“Let's look to the camera, and smile,” Fikri said after setting the camera timer.

Nessa looks into Fikri's cell phone camera. When the photo starts, Fikri changes the pose of kissing Nessa's cheek. And cekrek, automatically photographed by the camera.

“Iiihhhh, what are you doing? Anyway remove!” nessa protest. He felt Fikri kiss him when in the photo.

“Do not, make mementos,” said Fikri.

“Cannot. Anyway remove!” said Nessa who was trying to pick up Fikri's phone.

Fikri tries to keep his phone out of Nessa's reach. Suddenly the boat turned to the side.

“Nessa, boat wants to turn upside down,” says Fikri.

Quickly Nessa returned to her original position, the boat was straight back. Nessa glanced at Fikri while pouting.

“You have that photo? Nih, I love you,” Fikri sent the photo to Nessa's phone.

“Neventless. I want the photo removed,” Nessa said with a frown.

“Do not, dong. It's a shame that it was removed. That's for our mementos,” said Fikri.

Nessa opened her phone while pouting. He made a status on his phone using the photo he had taken. Shortly after, his phone rang.

“Assalamualaikum, Mah,” said Nessa when answering the phone.

“Waalaikumsalam. Nessa, where are you?” ask Mamah.

“Nessa is in Singapore with Mr. Fikri,” Nessa replied.

“Don't luoa souvenirs for Mamah, yes,” says Mamah.

“Iya. Nessa is looking for souvenirs for Mamah,” replied Nessa.

“Good. It was a long time ago, yeah. Mom wants to go to school. Assalamualaikum,” says Mamah.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Nessa.

Nessa put her phone in a bag.

“Callable, yes?” ask Fikri.

“Iya. Reminds me to buy souvenirs,” replied Nessa.

They finally got to where they were. Fikri and Nessa get off the boat. Fikri invited to a counter branded cosmetics store.

“What are you doing here?” nessa asked when Fikri invited her into the cosmetics store.

“Buy parfume for your Mom,” replied Fikri.

“Don't be here. Here the price is expensive,” whispered Nessa.

“It's okay. You take it easy,” replied Fikri.

A beautiful salesman approached them.

“There can I help?” ask the salesman.

“I was looking for a parfume for my mother-in-law,” replied Fikri.

Nessa directly glanced at Fikri while glaring.

“Please be here, Sir,” says salesperson.

Nessa and Fikri followed the saleswoman.

“This parfumenya, sir,” Pramuniaga it points to the estalase where the parfume is stored.

“Mother-in-law Master likes a fragrance that how?” ask the salesman.

“Honey, Mommy likes to smell how?” ask Fikri to Nessa kindly.

Nessa breathed.

These are real people, Nessa said in her heart.

“Mood likes a soft fragrance,” replied Nessa.

The salesperson took a bottle of taster and sprayed it onto the stick-shaped paper.

“Try this one. This smells soft,” saleswoman gives paper to Nessa.

Nessa kissed the given taster. The smell of parfume is delicious and soft.

“How?” ask Fikri.

“How much is it?” ask Nessa.

“Three hundred and fifty thousand US dollars,” replied the salesperson.

Nessa thought for a moment of counting dollars to rupiah using a calculator on her phone. When he finished, he was immediately shocked.

“Any price,” whispered Nessa to Fikri.

“You don't have to worry. I paid,” whispered Fikri.

“Do not. I paid for myself,” whispered Nessa.

“I want this one,” says Nessa.

“Good, Mistress,” replied the salesperson.

“Miss, please select a parfume for my Father-in-law,” said Fikri.

“Good, Sir,” salesgirls take a bottle of male parfume taster then sprayed onto paper taster.

“This, Sir,” salesperson delivers paper to Fikri.

Fikri smelled parfume.

“Enak, fragrance,” says Fikri.

“Honey, Papah likes to not smell like this?” Fikri gives Nessa a paper taster.

Nessa smells it.

It's delicious, but it's definitely expensive Nessa whispered in her heart.

“Like, but Papah just bought parfume,” replied Nessa.

“It's okay. This is a gift from us,” said Fikri.

“I picked up this one too,” Fikri told salespeople.

“Please pay at cashier, master,” says salesperson.

“Pak, I take the money first at the ATM,” whispered Nessa.

“No need! I paid,” replied Fikri.

Fikri walked towards the cashier. He paid using a credit card. Seeing the total amount made Nessa want to faint.

“Thank you, Mr and Mrs,” said the salesperson while giving a paper bag containing parfume.

They came out of that store.

“Now we find ATM,” said Nessa.

“Make what?” ask Fikri.

“I want to pay everything to Father,” replied Nessa.

“Nessa, I'm sincere. This is a gift from us,” said Fikri.

Nessa finally gave up. Want to protest also free, Fikri does not want to be denied.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Nessa.

“Sama-sama, dear,” replied Fikri.

“There's more you want to buy?” ask Fikri.

“Nothing. Let's just go home. Poor Mr. Sam has waited too long,” said Nessa.

They're out of the mall.

***

Fikri was sleeping soundly, suddenly his phone rang.

“Hallo,” said Fikri with still sleepy.

The sound of Mrs crying. Lee's.

“Fikri, Dad no longer exists,” said Mrs. Lee was crying.

“What? Mom, Dad why?” ask Fikri in shock.

“Mother doesn't know either. Mom is sleeping. Suddenly I heard a noise in the room. The doctor and nurse are trying to help your father. But Dad was not helped. He left us,” Mrs said. Lee was crying.

“Mother, I'm calm first. Fikri will be there soon,” said Fikri.

Fikri turns off her phone and walks out of the room to Nessa's room. He knocked on Nessa's room. He knocked it many times. But Nessa hasn't opened the door yet.

“Iya,” sounds from inside Nessa's room.

Nessa opens the door.

“What's up, sir? Night-night knocks on the door,” asked Nessa who was still sleepy.

“Father is dead,” Fikri said.

Nessa was shocked to hear that.

“When?” ask Nessa.

“No know. Just called,” replied Fikri.

“We go to the hospital now,” said Fikri.