My secretary the Old Virgin
38. What's Going on?

After finishing eating Papah and Mamah drove Nessa to her boarding place.

“Wah, your boarding place is good too,” said Mamah when getting off the car.

Nessa took her suitcase from the trunk of the car.

“Log in, Mah Pah,” invite Nessa.

Papah and Mamah enter Nessa's boarding house.

“Good afternoon, Nessa Tea,” greet the boarding guard.

“Siang, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“My parents want to see my hostel room,” says Nessa.

“Please, Tea,” says kos keeper.

Then they get into Nessa's room. Nessa opened the door to her room. Mamah and Papah look in Nessa's room.

“Big is also his room,” Mamah said when entering Nessa's room. But Nessa's room looks messy.

Nessa keeps her suitcase in the corner of her room.

“Nes, this room is like a ship breaking like this,” Papah said when he saw his daughter's room was a mess.

“Maclum, Pah. Time to go to Singapore Nessa in a hurry. Mr. Fikri suddenly told Nessa to get ready to leave for Singapore,” replied Nessa.

“The name is also a sudden task, Pah,” Mamah said.

“Come on Pah we're home. Later to the night,” invite Mamah.

“Come,” Reply Papah.

“Mamah and Papah go home first, yes. You be careful here. If there is anything tell Mamah and Papah,” said Mamah.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Nessa.

Nessa kisses the back of her parents' hands.

“Then you sleep do not forget to lock the room door!” said Mamah.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Nessa.

Nessa drove both her parents out. He's waiting at the door. He waved his hand as his parents' car left his boarding house.

Nessa sighed after her parents' car was out of sight. Now he's alone again. He also entered his room.

***

The next day Nessa started working. As usual, he went to the office using an online motorcycle taxi. Nessa's arrival is greeted by friends in her office.

“Great euy Old Nessa Tea in Singapore. Kirain will not return to Bandung, stay there forever,” praise Yolti.

“No dong, Yol. There I work, I have to follow the orders of Mr. Fikri. If Mr. Fikri says go home, yes I will definitely go back to Bandung,” replied Nessa.

“By the way where?” ask Elsi.

Nessa put a paper bag on Yolti's desk.

“This. Sorry I didn't bring much. There I work not streets,” said Nessa.

“It's okay, Tea. Although only a few important things can be obtained,” said Yolri.

“You share it yourself. I want to go to my room,” said Nessa.

“Thank you, Tea,” said Nessa's friends.

Nessa lifts the reception desk to the liff. Nessa got into the liff. When I reached the ninth floor, it looked very quiet. On the ninth floor only occupied by Nessa and Fikri. So if Fikri isn't here then he has to work alone on the ninth floor.

Nessa's approaching her desk. The table looks clean and neat. During his stay in Singapore the office girl and office boy diligently cleaned this place. Nessa puts her bag on the table, and then she heads to Fikri's office. Nessa opens the door to Fikri's office. The room was dark because the curtains were closed and the lights were extinguished. Nessa walks into Fikri's study and opens the curtains to let the morning sunlight in. On Fikri's desk is a small frame containing a photo of Fikri together with Nessa. Nessa took the picture frame.

“Bapak where, anyway? How do I not reply to my message?” asked Nessa while rubbing Fikri's photo.

Without feeling her tears well up in the eye. Nessa puts the frame back on the table and then she walks out of Fikri's office to her desk.

Nessa turned on the PC. He has to work even if his boss is not there. Whatever he does, do not let him be branded eating a blind salary by other employees.

***

Nessa has been at work for a week. But Fikri still hasn't called him. Nessa's trying to figure out where the boss is. Nessa decides to contact Septi Pak Taufik's secretary.

“Good day, Sister Septi,” said Nessa.

“Good day, Nessa,” replied Septi.

“Mbak, I want to see if Mr Fikri contact Mr Taufik?” ask Nessa.

“I don't know. Maybe Mr. Fikri contacted Mr. Taufik through his personal mobile phone. Why are you asking that?” ask Septi.

“You have tried contacting Mr Fikri?” ask Septi.

“Already, Mbak. My phone was never answered, my message was never answered,” replied Nessa.

“So, huh? I will ask Mr. Prima. Because Mr. Prima who knows more about Mr. Fikri,” said Septi.

“No need, Ma'am. I will be a hassle to Mr. Prima. Mr. Prima must be busy,” said Nessa.

“It's okay, Nes. Anyway how would you like to work if Mr Fikri never contacted you?” septi.

“Thank you, Ma'am. I am so troublesome Ma'am Septi,” said Nessa.

“Sama-sama, Nessa,” replied Septi.

“Yes first, Ma'am. Good afternoon, Ma'am Septi,” said Nessa.

Nessa hung up. This was the only way he could contact Fikri. He had to ask for help from others to be able to contact Fikri.

***

Days passed, but Fikri still did not contact him.

What exactly happened, anyway? Why doesn't Mr Fikri want to contact me at all? ask Nessa in my heart.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a song from the pantry. Office girl is working in the pantry while listening to a song from her phone. The song was in Nessa's heart.

Still clearly remembered your warm embrace

As if everything couldn't disappear

Now it's just the memories you've left behind

There is no time left together

Why there is still

The rest of the taste in the chest

When you just left?

Can I survive

Without you, baby?

Lord, let him miss (for her)

(Remain of Taste; Mahalini )

Nessa's cry almost broke when listening to the song. The song represents the voice of Nessa. Fikri makes Nessa sad.

Nessa rubs her eyes with tissue and opens the word on PC. He decided to quit his job. The longer he was in this office, his heart grew sad. Many memories with Fikri in this office.

When Nessa started typing the resign letter, the intercom on her desk suddenly rang. Nessa picked up the phone horn.

“Teh Nessa no phone from Ibu Dira in line one,” says Yolti.

Nessa pressed line one.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam, Nessa,” replied Ms. Dira.

***

Nessa got off a conventional taxi. He looked at the luxurious house in front of him. He recalled his conversation with Mother Dira half an hour ago.

“Fikri came home three days ago. He went home immediately after his Papa said you were looking for him. But he has not been able to see you because suddenly he was sick hot,” said Ibu Dira.

Nessa is standing in front of Fikri's house. Nessa approaches the gate of Fikri's house.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

A housekeeper approached him.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied the home guard.

“I'm Nessa, I promise to meet Dira's mother,” said Nessa.

“Oh, Mother Nessa secretary Pak Fikri?” ask the housekeeper.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Nessa.

The guard opened the gate.

“Please enter, Mom. I've been waiting for Ibu Dira,” said the guard.

“Thank you, Sir,” replied Nessa.