My secretary the Old Virgin
33. Funeral

Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira disembark from the plane at Changi airport. As usual they were accompanied by Prima. They came to Singapore for Mrs funeral. Lee's. They came by private plane. Fikri deliberately rented an airplane for his parents so that his parents were safe. They were picked up by the driver and some bodyguards.

“Pah, this is what it's like to have a conglomerate child in Singapore,” whispered Ibu Dira when in the car.

“Not so. Fikri did all this in case of the attack of his adoptive parents' family,” replied Mr. Taufik.

“Why did they leave all their property to Fikri? Fikri is another person and the son of a businessman. Not the child of a poor family who can not afford,” whispered Mother Dira.

“Surely they have another consideration as to why all their property was bequeathed to Fikri,” replied Mr. Taufik.

The car they were riding stopped at a large house. Mother Dira was amazed to look at the house.

“Pah, this is home Fikri?” ask Dira in disbelief.

“Iya. This is the heritage house of his adoptive parents,” replied Mr. Taufik.

“Mashaallah. Huge house? This is five times our house. Mamah does not believe Fikri can be this rich,” said Ibu Dira.

“Sudalah, let's go in,” said Mr. Taufik.

Fikri's house was heavily guarded by several guards. Since Mrs. Lee was declared dead Fikri immediately tightened the security of himself and Nessa. Fikri hired some house guards and bodyguards. To keep her home safe and escort her and Nessa wherever they go.

Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira were welcomed by Auntie.

“Welcome Mr and Madam,” Aunt said when opening the door.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mr. Taufik and Ibu Dira.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Aunty replied.

Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira entered the house followed by Prima from behind.

“Fikri and Nessa where?” ask Dira's mother.

“Master and Miss are in the funeral home. They came home late,” Aunt replied.

“Let me take you to the room of Mr and Mrs,” Aunty said.

Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira followed Bibi to their room. The house was very large but its simple interior was inconspicuous. Aunty took them upstairs, then stopped in front of the room.

“This is her room, Mistress,” Aunty opens the door of the room.

“If it's anyone's room?” Dira's mother pointed to the room that was next to their room.

“That's Mr. Fikri's room and next to her Miss Nessa's room. Room is at the end for Mr. Prima,” replied Aunty.

“Very many rooms,” said Ibu Dira.

“Please Mr and Mrs rest first. I want to take Mr. Prima to his room,” Bibi said.

Mr. Taufik and Ms. Dira entered their room. Aunt takes Prima to her room.

At half-ten in the night Fikri and Nessa went home. They look very tired. Understand because there are many relations of Mr. Lee came to mourn. When they came, Mr. Taufik and Ibu Dira were asleep, so Fikri could not greet his parents.

Early in the morning after the morning prayers they gathered in the living room while enjoying coffee and bread. Waiting for breakfast to be ready.

“What time will his funeral be held?” ask Mr. Taufik.

“Jam ten, Pah,” replied Fikri while chewing his bread.

“Now Mamah's son has become a Singaporean conglomerate,” said Ibu Dira.

“Not good to be a conglomerate. The responsibility is heavy,” Fikri's responsibility.

“Yes already, just leave everything. Give it to his family, Problem solved,” said Mr. Taufik.

“Can't be so, Pah. They chose Fikri to be the heir to their estate because they believed Fikri could be relied upon to forward their company. Dad could have sold his company. But all that dad didn't do, because thousands of employees depend on this company,” said Fikri.

“Nessa goes wherever Fikri goes. He is the personal secretary of Fikri,” replied Fikri.

“Nessa office secretary, not personal secretary,” said Mr. Taufik.

“Now she is a private secretary. Why is he in Bandung, while the boss is in Singapore,” replied Fikri.

“As far as you are, but if the atmosphere is dangerous, you should send him back to Indonesia. Do not bring people's children into trouble,” said Mr. Taufik.

“Iya, Pah. If the situation is already dangerous, Fikri will send Nessa home,” replied Fikri.

“You also came back to Indonesia,” said Mr. Taufik.

“Can't, Pah. There is still something Fikri has to do here,” replied Fikri.

“Papah doesn't want Papah's son to die silly here,” said Mr. Taufik.

“Papah just relax. Fikri will take good care of himself,” replied Fikri.

Nessa came out of the kitchen and headed to the living room.

“Pak, breakfast is ready,” says Nessa.

“What time is it? Already asked for breakfast,” asked Mr. Taufik.

“It's almost eight and a half hours,” replied Nessa.

“It's noon, yes,” said Mr. Taufik.

“This is Singapore, Pah. Not Bandung. His morning prayers alone are almost six,” said Ibu Dira.

“Yes, Papah forgot,” said Mr. Taufik.

They all headed to the dining room for breakfast.

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Fikri sat on the chair as she looked at her mother's funeral. He was accompanied by both his parents and Nessa. Around Fikri is heavily guarded by bodyguards so that no one bothers Fikri during the funeral ceremony. Fikri's tears welled up in Mrs' coffin. Lee was lowered into the tomb.

Happy way Mother. May you calm down there with your father, Fikri said inwardly.

Before the tomb was covered with soil, the families sprinkled flowers on the chest. Fikri stood up and sprinkled flowers on top of the coffin. But suddenly his legs felt limp and his crying broke.

“Ibuuuu,” Fikri gathered in front of his mother's grave while crying.

Dira's mother was sad to see her son cry for his adoptive mother. He approached Fikri.

“Already Fikri, please let your mother go,” said Mother Dira who crouched next to her while rubbing her son's back.

“Excuse Fikri, Mah,” says Fikri.

“It's okay, baby. Mamah understands your feelings,” replied Ibu Dira.

Fikripun stood up, but Mother Dira had trouble waking up. Fikri helped his mother stand up. Fikri guided his mama back to the seat. Mrs's Tomb. Lee began to be covered with soil. After the tomb was covered the families again sprinkled flowers on top of Mrs's tomb. Lee and finished the funeral procession Mrs. Lee's. The mourners left the cemetery. But Mr. family. Lee and Mrs. Lee still remained in place, they were about to request their inheritance rights to Fikri.

When they tried to approach Fikri the bodyguards immediately stood guard so that they could not get close to Fikri.

“It's okay. Let them talk,” said Fikri.

The bodyguards gave them a way. However, the bodyguards remain on guard if something happens to Fikri.

“We want our rights. We want our brother's legacy given to us,” said Mr.'s sister. Lee's.

“Don't your inheritance have been granted by my father? All the evidence is in the father's lawyer,” replied Fikri.