My secretary the Old Virgin
39. Piqued

Nessa walks into Fikri's house through the garage door.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Nessa when entering the family room.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Ibu Dira.

“Come here, Nes. Aunt again cooking in the kitchen,” said Ibu Dira.

Nessa walked into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. Ibu Dira was busy stirring the contents of the pot on the stove. Dira's mother was cooking together with the household assistants.

Nessa approaches Dira's mother to kiss Dira's hand.

“Had, hand Aunt dirty used cook,” prevent Mother Dira.

Mother Dira headed to the dishwasher and washed her hands clean. After wiping her hands, she allowed Nessa to kiss the back of her hand.

“How are you, Nes?” ask Dira's mother while playing Nessa's chipiki.

“Alhamdullilah good, Aunt,” replied Nessa.

“It looks like you're a little skinny. You're sick, huh?” asked Dira's mother who was watching Nessa's body.

“No, Aunt. Nessa is not sick,” replied Nessa.

“Fikri bodies also become thin. He's like a man who's not taken care of. Though there is an aunt who cooks for her every day,” said Ibu Dira.

“What because you are so far apart from each other that it makes you suffer?” ask Dira's mother.

Nessa just smiled in response to Dira's mother's question.

“Bi, please continue cooking! I want to take Nessa to Fikri's room,” said Ms. Dira.

“Iya, Ma,” aunty replied.

“Come, we go to Fikri's room,” said Ibu Dira while embracing Nessa's waist.

Dira's mother takes Nessa to Fikri's room upstairs. Dira's mother stopped in front of a room.

“So Fikri is sleeping,” said Ibu Dira.

Mama Dira opened the door slowly. It was cold from the air conditioning in the room. Fikri was sleeping on their back.

“You just go in,” said Ibu Dira.

“But Mr. Fikri is sleeping,” said Nessa.

“It's okay. He must wake up if you come,” replied Ibu Dira.

Doubtfully Nessa walks into Fikri's room.

“Tante stay, yes. Aunty again cook porridge for Fikri,” whispered Ibu Dira.

Dira's mother closes the door to Fikri's room leaving Nessa in Fikri's room. Slowly Nessa approached Fikri's bed. There was a soft snoring sound from Fikri's mouth. Nessa looked at the face of Fikri who was sleeping peacefully. His face looks so thin. His cheeks, chin and on top of his mouth were full of coarse feathers. Looks like Fikri never shaved his beard. His eyelids look like a sleep-deprived person.

Slowly Nessa took Fikri's desk chair, then placed next to Fikri's bed. Nessa sat on the chair while looking at her boss's face. It had been far from his shadow all along. All this time he thought Fikri was having fun with other women. But in reality he saw Fikri like a suffering man.

Nessa holding Fikri's forehead felt really hot.

The heat is so high, Nessa said in her heart.

Suddenly Nessa's hand was held by Fikri. Then Fikri kissed Nessa's palm and placed it on her chest and hugged her. Fikri did not open his eyes at all.

“Bapak is awake?” nessa asked as she watched Fikri's face.

“When did you come?” Fikri did not answer Nessa's question, but instead asked back.

“A few minutes ago,” replied Nessa.

Fikri opened his eyes and looked at Nessa, the woman he had longed for. Fikri held Nessa's cheek.

“Why is your face so worrying?” ask Fikri.

“Why don't you ask yourself?” nessa answered in annoyance.

“You are angry with me, yes?” ask Fikri.

“What do you think of Mr?” Nessa asked back.

Fikri woke up from his sleep and leaned on the headboard.

“Fear of kangen or again engrossed in having fun with other women?” asked Nessa sharply.

“Which woman?” ask Fikri confused.

“Yang anywhere. Maybe the former Father, or the staff of the Father or the acquaintance of the Father,” replied Nessa with annoyance.

“You're jealous?” ask Fikri.

“No, what am I jealous of? I am a nobody, Mr.” replied Nessa.

“Whose word are you none of me? You are my future wife,” said Fikri.

“If I am a future wife Father why did you not answer my phone and did not reply to my message? For me it is a sign that the Father has ended our relationship. And you don't want me to work there. So I came here to deliver my resignation letter,” Nessa opened her bag and gave a white ampoule to Fikri.

Fikri receives the envelope Nessa gave him. Then he looked at the woman in front of him, she was really angry with him. Nessa wiped away the tears that started flowing down her cheeks. He really felt being played by Fikri.

“I'm sorry, I never played you. I'm serious about you. I love you the same. I did not reply to your message and answer your phone because I was afraid to miss you so it made me want to go home to Bandung. While there are so many problems that I have to solve,” said Fikri.

“I have never turned away from you, only you are in my heart,” said Fikri while looking gently at her lover.

“Then why did you just come home after Mr Taufik called you?” ask Nessa

“It just so happened that when Papah called everything the new problem was finished. Vincent's killer has been arrested and the families of his father and mother can't claim the inheritance anymore. Because there is evidence that they have received inheritance from father and mother,” said Fikri.

“So true Vincent was killed?” ask Nessa.

“Iya,” replied Fikri.

“Who is the killer?” ask Nessa curiously.

“The killer is Antonio,” replied Fikri.

“For what Antonio killed Vincent?” ask Nessa.

“For the wealth of father and mother bequeathed to him as a nephew close to father and mother. But unbeknownst to anyone, Dad's investigating Vincent's death. And I have proof. All the evidence I keep in my room,” replied Fikri.

“Astagfirullahaladzim. Very cruel with her own brother,” said Nessa.

“That's how it is if people are already glared with the inheritance,” said Fikri.

“And they received a considerable inheritance from father and mother. If it is calculated to the rupiah currency of about one billion per person,” continued Fikri.

“Waw, many too,” said Nessa.

“Then what about Mr Tan?” ask Nessa.

“Om Tan is ashamed, after hearing Antonio killed Vincent. And what Om Tan and Antonio ask for, always give. Now Om Tan is silent no longer dare to speak anything,” replied Fikri.

“What if Mr Tan takes revenge? You have imprisoned her son,” asked Nessa.

“He wouldn't dare. If he messes with me I will imprison with another case,” replied Fikri.

“What other case?” ask Nessa curiously.

“Is. The evidence is still in my father's room. But I didn't say it, because he was my father's brother. So case close,” replied Fikri.

Suddenly the door of the room opened. Dira's mother stood at the door.

“Fikri is awake?” ask Dira's mother.

“Already, Mah,” replied Fikri.

Dira's mother went into the room. Behind Ms. Dira were two housekeepers, each carrying a tray filled with plates. The housekeepers kept a tray on Fikri's desk.

“You eat first! Keep eating medicine,” said Ibu Dira.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Fikri.

“Nessa, you eat too! You must have not had lunch,” said Ibu Dira.

“Thank you, Auntie. Nessa has become a hassle Aunt,” said Nessa.

“Already, yes. Aunty has not prayed dzuhur. If you want to pray, just pray in mushola,” said Ibu Dira.

“Iya, Aunt,” replied Nessa.

“Tante stay first,” Ibu Dira closes back her room door.