My secretary the Old Virgin
37. Go home to Indonesia

“Father cheated, I can't get near other men. But Father here can have fun with other women,” protest Nessa.

“Who said I'm here having fun? I am here working for our future,” replied Fikri.

“He, who is working,” said Nessa relented.

Fikri thrust his hand. But instead of Nessa kissing the back of Fikri's hand but instead hit Fikri's palm.

“Not mahram. Can't!” Nessa.

But instead of Fikri being angry, he smiled at Nessa. Fikri looked at her lover's face with all her content, because tomorrow she could not see her lover's face for a long time. I don't know how long, Fikripun doesn't know.

After being satisfied talking to her lover, Fikri approached Nessa's parents.

“Om Aunt. Fikri titip Nessa,” says Fikri.

“Do not worry. Later Om who took Nessa to Bandung,” replied Papah.

“One more, Om. If anyone proposes to Nessa don't get accepted, Om! If Fikri has returned to Indonesia, Fikri will immediately apply for Nessa,” said Fikri.

Hearing Fikri's words made Papah laugh.

“Iya, will not Om accept,” replied Papah with a smile.

“If any men approach Nessa please get kicked out, Om,” Fikri said again.

“Iya, Om later expel if there are men who approach Nessa,” replied Papah.

“Thank you, Om,” said Fikri.

Fikri kissed the back of Nessa's parents' hand.

“Fikri, we leave first,” said Papah.

Nessa and her parents enter the departure airport. Nessa waved her hand at Fikri. Fikri replied to Nessa's hand. Fikri looked at her lover who was starting to move away. After Nessa was not seen again, she left the airport.

While on the plane, Nessa was just staring out the window. Mamah looked at her daughter as if she were daydreaming.

“Why you?” ask Mamah.

Nessa turned to Mamah.

“Nessa is okay,” replied Nessa.

“Kangen, yes? The new time met half an hour ago has missed again,” said Mamah.

Nessa just smiled in response to Mama's words. Maybe starting tomorrow his days will feel lonely without any babble and Fikri's absurdity.

It did not feel like they had arrived in Jakarta. They went home in a conventional taxi because no one picked them up. Nessa's sisters are at work and college.

It was also a long drive from the airport to Nessa's house, as the road was jammed. Nessa sent a message to Fikri.

Nessa :

[Sir, I have arrived in Jakarta.]

Nessa sent a message, but it hasn't been read by Fikri.

Maybe he is busy, Nessa said in her heart.

Nessa put her phone in a bag. He looked out the window. It looks at the crowded and crowded streets of Jakarta. Long time also he was in Singapore so he felt foreign to the atmosphere in Jakarta.

Nessa took her phone back from the bag. He saw the message he sent to Fikri, still unread. Nessa put her phone back in the bag.

Finally they reached their homes in the Pancoran area. More precisely on Jalan Perdatam. Nessa looks at her parents' house. He hadn't been home to his parents for a long time. Since he worked in Bandung he never returned to Jakarta.

Papah rang the doorbell. Assalamualaikum, that's the sound of his house bell.

A middle-aged woman opened the gate.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Papah.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Aunty replied.

“Father and Mom are home,” says Bibi.

Papah and Mamah went into the courtyard. Nessa followed from behind.

“Eh, no Non Nessa,” says Aunt.

“How are you, Bi?” ask Nessa.

“Alhamdullilah well, Non,” Aunty replied.

“Not necessary, Bi. The suitcase is heavy,” said Nessa. Nessa brought her suitcase into the house. He went straight to his room.

Nessa opened the door to her room. He looked at his room, still no change. Nessa keeps her suitcase in the corner of the room. Then he threw himself on the bed. Suddenly he remembered something.

Nessa opened her bag and grabbed her phone. He saw that the message he sent was still unread by Fikri.

Was he so busy he didn't read my message? ask Nessa in my heart.

“Ah, stop. Meningan now take a bath to be fresh,” Nessa took clothes and towels from the closet. Then out of the room to the bathroom. After the bathroom Nessa looked back at her phone, unread and no answer.

“Dimming now look for fresh-fresh in refrigerator,” says Nessa.

Nessa walked out of her room into the dining room.

***

Days passed, it did not feel like almost a week Nessa was in Jakarta. The day after, he had to go back to work. Nessa hasn't heard from Fikri.

Did he go back to his ex? ask Nessa in my heart.

“Already, Nessa. He's not your husband yet, so why worry? Life must go on. Forget about Fikri, there are still many other guys out there who are better than Fikri,” Nessa told herself.

Nessa picked up her suitcase and prepared her clothes that she was going to bring to Bandung.

The next day Nessa went to Bandung to be escorted by her parents. Along the way Nessa just daydreamed. Mamah watched her daughter from the rear-vission mirror. Since returning home from Singapore Nessa has been quieter and more often alone in her room. To Mamah's dismay, she never heard Nessa talk to Fikri over the phone.

Have they broken up? ask Mama in my heart.

But Mamah could not bear to ask Nessa directly. Let Nessa calm down first.

Arriving in the city of Bandung they stopped by the place of souvenir sellers. Mamah buys souvenirs for neighbors, study mothers and Papah's coworkers in the office. After being satisfied to buy souvenirs they stopped by a restaurant for lunch.

As they were waiting for the order to come, suddenly a handsome man approached them.

“Hai, Nessa,” greet Doni.

“Oh, hi Mr. Doni. Who is here?” ask Nessa.

“With family,” replied Doni.

Doni pointed at the table full of people.

“With a large family?” ask Nessa.

“Yes, there you go,” replied Doni.

“Pak Doni, meet this Mamah and Papah I,” said Nessa.

Doni greets Nessa's parents one by one.

“Pak Doni is her friend Mas Reza, her husband Fitri,” Nessa said.

“Please sit. We join here,” Papah said.

“Thank you, Om. I'm with my family,” said Doni.

“Nes, I'm back there huh. Fear of search,” said Doni.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

“Om Aunt, I'll excuse you first,” said Doni.

“Iya, please,” replied Papah.

Doni's back at his desk.

“It looks like Doni is good,” Papah said.

“Iya, so good to make Mr. Fikri jealous,” replied Nessa.

“Fikri is acquainted with Doni?” ask Papah.

“Known for meeting often,” replied Nessa.

“What's his job?” ask Papah.

“Company owner, same as Mr. Fikri,” replied Nessa.

“Wah son of Mamah acquaintance businessman all,” praise Mamah.

“It just so happens to be an acquaintance with a businessman,” replied Nessa.