My secretary the Old Virgin
32. Wanna Eat.

The day goes on. Mrs circumstances. Lee is weak. Mrs. Lee sometimes wants to eat, sometimes does not want to eat at all. Sometimes Mrs. Lee wants to eat if fed by Fikri. While Fikri is busy with his work in the office, so he can not feed his mother to eat. Forced Nessa to be good at persuading Mrs. Lee wants to eat.

Nessa brought food to Mrs' room. Lee's. Mrs. Lee was sleeping in his room.

“Bu. Wake up, Mom,” Nessa said as she patted Mrs' arm. Lee's.

Mrs. Lee opened his eyes and turned to Nessa.

“Mother eat first, yes,” says Nessa.

“Mother wants to be fed Fikri,” said Mrs. Lee's.

“Pak Fikri is at work, Mom. Later if Mr. Fikri has returned, Mr. Fikri who will feed Mother,” replied Nessa.

“What time does Fikri go home?” ask Mrs. Lee's.

“Nessa doesn't know. Later Nessa calls Mr. Fikri, so that Mr. Fikri quickly go home,” replied Nessa.

“Now Mother eats fed Nessa,” says Nessa.

Mrs. Lee nodded.

“Mother wake up first. Nessa help, yes,” says Nessa.

Nessa lifts Mrs' body. Lee can sit down. Then he set a pillow behind Mrs' back. Lee as body contrarian. After confirming the sitting position Mrs. Lee was right, Nessa started feeding Mrs. Lee's.

“Eat the same what?” ask Mrs. Lee saw the food inside the plate felt foreign to him. Like soup but yellow with a rather clear sauce.

“This mountain shady, special food people Pangandaran. It just so happened that Nessa found honje in the supermarket, so Nessa decided to make a mountain shady for lunch,” Nessa replied.

“Enak does not taste?” ask Mrs. Lee's.

“Certainly delicious,” replied Nessa.

“Nih try first kuahnya,” Nessa gives a spoonful of shady to Mrs. Lee's.

Mrs. Lee tasting kuah pindang.

“Enak, search. You're smart cooking,” praise Mrs. Lee's.

“If it's good, I eat a lot. To get Mom healthy again. If it is healthy we go for a walk,” said Nessa.

“Mothers want to go for a walk where?” ask Nessa.

“Mother wants to take a walk to Daddy's grave,” replied Mrs. Lee's.

“All right we go to Dad's grave. We will bring beautiful flowers to Daddy,” said Nessa.

“Now Mom eat first,” said Nessa.

Nessa feeds Mrs. Lee's. This time Mrs. Lee wants to finish his meal.

Today Fikri came home from work sooner than usual. Nessa called Fikri to come home early this afternoon, because of Mrs. Lee wants to be fed by Fikri. If Fikri comes home tonight Mrs. Lee's asleep and Mrs. Lee must be disappointed because he did not get fed by Fikri.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Fikri when entering the house.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Nessa.

“Which mother, Nes?” ask Fikri.

“There is in the bedroom,” replied Nessa.

Fikri gave her bag to Nessa and headed to her mother's room.

“Pak, wash his hands first! Not to transmit the disease to your mother. Mother's body is weak, she is afraid of contracting the disease,” said Nessa.

“Iya, my chatty future wife,” replied Fikri.

Fikri walked towards the sink to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he went to his mother's room.

Fikri opened the door of the room, his mother was sleeping. Fikri peeked at his mother's forehead. Mrs. Lee opened his eyes.

“You've come home?” ask Mrs. Lee's.

“Already. Nessa said, I want to feed Fikri,” replied Fikri.

“Mother won't eat, still full. Last lunch I ate a lot with mountain shady,” said Mrs. Lee's.

“Mom should eat again. It was lunch, it was dinner,” said Fikri.

Nessa went into Mrs' room. Lee with dinner for Mrs. Lee's. Nessa put a bowl and a glass on the nightstand. Fikri saw the contents of the bowl containing porridge mixed with various kinds of vegetables.

“This is what, Nes? What is this mountain shady?” tanya Fikri pointed to the bowl.

“Not. It's Menado porridge. Last afternoon I ate with fish, now I eat with vegetables. So I made Menado porridge,” replied Nessa.

“Oohh, I'm kirain this mountain shady,” said Fikri.

Fikri took a bowl containing Menado porridge.

Fikri took a spoonful of porridge then in a bribe into his mother's mouth. Mrs. Lee chewed the food in his mouth.

“Enak not food?” ask Fikri.

“Enak, Nessa smart cook,” replied Mrs. Lee's.

“If it's good, eat a lot,” said Fikri.

Fikri continued to feed Mrs. Lee until the porridge runs out.

“Finally out too,” Fikri save the bowl on the nightstand and then give a drink to Mrs. Lee's.

“Vitamin already eaten?” ask Fikri.

“It was noon,” replied Mrs. Lee's.

“Fikri want to shower and pray first. Want to sit here or outside?” ask Fikri.

“Here alone,” replied Mrs. Lee

“Mother don't sleep first. Wait until the food comes down. Mom just watch television,” Fikri give remote tv to Mrs. Lee's. Then Fikri left the room while carrying a bowl of Mrs's food. Lee

The living room seemed quiet, it seemed Nessa was praying. Fikri put a bowl in the kitchen and then he went to his room to bathe and pray magrib.

After finishing the prayer magrib Fikri headed to the dining room. Nessa is preparing dinner.

“Eat the same what?” tanya Fikri looked at the dishes that were on the dining table.

“With fried fish,” replied Nessa.

“Fried fish kok? I am not loved by the mountain?” ask Fikri.

“I just cook a little. Afraid you don't like it,” replied Nessa.

“I also want to taste your homemade mountain shady,” said Fikri.

“Iya, I will make it sometime,” replied Nessa.

“Let's eat first, Sir,” says Nessa.

Fikri sat on the dining chair, Nessa took the rice for Fikri. Fikri put the fried fish along with the sauce on the plate.

“Pak,” call Nessa.

“Why?” ask Fikri.

“Mother wants to take a walk to Daddy's grave,” replied Nessa.

“Let's take my mother there,” replied Fikri.

Then they had dinner quietly.

***

The day goes by Mrs' health. Lee is starting to improve. Today Fikri was about to take mother to father's grave. After finishing the morning prayer Fikri entered the mother's room, Mrs. Lee was sleeping well.

“Bu, wake up Bu,” said Fikri patted Mrs' arm. Lee's.

But my mother did not wake up.

“Bu, wake. It's noon. Said he wanted to go to dad's grave,” said Fikri once again.

There was no movement from Mrs. Lee's.

“Bu,” Fikri pat Mrs arm. Lee was even harder.

Still Mrs. Lee did not wake up. He seemed to be sleeping quietly.

“Astagfirullahaladzim,” says Fikri.

Fikri stuck his finger near Mrs' nostril. Lee he felt no breathing from Mrs' nose. Lee's. He also checked the pulse on the wrist does not feel a pulse.

“Ibuuuuu,” break the cry of Fikri.

Hearing Fikri's voice everyone went straight to Mrs' room. Lee's. Nessa opens the door. She saw Fikri hugging her mother's body while crying.

“Build, Mom! It's Fikri, Ma'am,” Fikri said as she patted her mother's cheek.

“Pak Fikri,” call Nessa.

But Fikri still pat Mrs' cheek. Lee's. Fikri wished her mother would wake up from her sleep. Mr. Sam approached Mrs' body. Lee's. He did not feel any breath from Mrs' nose. Lee and also no pulse in the neck and wrists.

“Pak Fikri, Madam no longer exists. He is dead,” said Mr Sam.

“Ibuuuu,” Fikripun crying.