My secretary the Old Virgin
4. Djerjained

Suddenly the door of the liff opened, a young man came out of the cliff. Nessa quickly stood up. The man stood in front of Nessa's desk and looked at Nessa.

“So you're my new secretary?” ask Fikri.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Nessa.

Fikri scanned Nessa from top to bottom.

“You are secretary or general manager? How come you don't look like a secretary?” ask Fikri.

“If my secretary is like this my eyes can quickly get short-sighted,” said Fikri.

Nessa just kept quiet and said nothing.

“Whose name are you?’ ask Fikri.

“My name is Nessa, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“How much are you?” ask Fikri.

“Thirty-two years, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“Excuse me your appearance is like this. It turns out you are old,” said Fikri.

Damn you, Nessa said in her heart.

“You're a real worker, yes! So you don't get fired like my other secretaries,” Fikri said.

“Good, Sir,” replied Nessa.

Then Fikri entered his room. Nessa quickly brought Fikri's timetable and was about to catch up to Fikri's room. But when he was about to enter the room, suddenly the door was closed with a slam. The door almost hit Nessa's face.

“I no longer want to be disturbed!” yelled Fikri from inside. The sound of the door being locked.

“Astagfirullahaladzim,” says Nessa.

Nessa knocks on Fikri's door, but is not opened by Fikri.

“Sabar Nessa, be patient,” Nessa says to herself.

Nessa saw the clock on her wrist.

“There is still time. Let it go first,” Nessa said to herself. Nessa went back to her desk.

An hour later Nessa knocked on the door again. But there is no answer from within. Nessa knocked many times but there was no answer. Nessa contacted Fikri using the intercom, but it remained unanswered. Nessa looked at the clock on her wrist, it was already half ten. It's half an hour. Nessa keeps contacting Fikri through the intercom. If Nessa knew Fikri's phone number, she'd call Fikri's phone. Nessa doesn't know Rifki's cell phone number yet. Nessa's efforts finally came to fruition, Nessa's call was answered by Fikri.

“What?” asked Fikri in a snapping tone.

“Father there is a meeting at Sentania hotel at ten,” replied Nessa.

“Kan I have said, if I do not want to be disturbed,” said Fikri.

“But you have to come. It's been there scheduled today,” said Nessa.

Fikri shut down his intercom.

“Well, deadened,” Nessa said to herself.

Suddenly, the door lock was opened. Fikri came out of his room.

“I went to the meeting myself. You don't have to come!” fikri.

“Eh.”

Fikri walked towards the liff then entered into the liff.

Nessa quickly grabbed her bag and cell phone and ran towards the cliff. The liff door was closed too late. Nessa tried to open it but the liff was already on the way. Nessa pressed the employee's liff button, but it didn't open. It seems like many employee liffs are using. Nessa pressed the director's special liff button, before long the liff door opened. Nessa got into the liff. After arriving at the ground floor he met Yatino.

“Loh Mbak kok use the directors' liff?” ask Yatino.

“Forced. I have to catch up to Mr. Fikri,” replied Nessa.

“See Mr Fikri, no?” ask Nessa.

“So I saw Mr. Fikri again waiting for the car in the lobby,” replied Yatino.

Nessa went straight to the lobby. He saw Fikri get in the car.

“Pak, Mr. Fikri,” call Nessa.

The car drove off the office yard.

“Malah dikilain,” says Nessa.

“Pursuit aja, Tea. Ride ojek,” said Yolti receptionist who noticed Nessa.

“You were right,” said Nessa.

Nessa walked quickly to the road and stopped the online motorcycle.

“Oject,” call Nessa.

An oline driver stops in front of Nessa.

“Pake app, Mom,” says ojek driver.

“No need, no time. Later I pay more,” said Nessa.

The driver gave Nessa a helmet. There was an unpleasant smell coming from the helmet.

The feeling in Jakarta is not as dirty as it is, Nessa said in her heart.

Disgusted Nessa took the helmet from the driver's hand and forced it to wear to his head. He must pursue Fikri. Nessa gets on the bike.

“Street, Bang,” says Nessa.

The driver runs the motor. After traveling ten minutes, Nessa finally arrived in front of the hotel Sentania. Nessa got off the motorcycle and gave the helmet to the driver. Nessa gave a hundred thousand to the motorcycle taxi driver.

“No change yet, Mom,” says ojek driver.

“Take the change to wash the helmet,” said Nessa.

Then Nessa went inside the hotel. Nessa walks while rubbing her hair.

“Hopefully no dandruff and lice,” says Nessa.

Nessa gets into the hotel lobby. He was confused where to find Fikri. But suddenly Nessa saw someone who was in posture and wearing a suit similar to Fikri. Nessa followed the guy. It turned out that that person was Fikri. He walked to the coffee shop at the hotel. Fikri stopped and circulated his gaze like he was looking for someone. Nessa is approaching Fikri.

“Pak Fikri,” call Nessa.

Fikri looked back.

“You?” Fikri noticed Nessa's appearance from top to bottom.

“What are you doing here?” ask Fikri.

“Ojek rail, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“Pantesan looks you shabby so,” said Fikri.

This is all because of you, Nessa said in her heart.

“I told you, you don't have to come. But you followed me here instead,” said Fikri.

“Say Mr. Warino I have to go wherever you go,” replied Nessa.

“You'd like to be lied to Mr. Warino. Who is the boss of him or me?” ask Fikri.

“Mr,” replied Nessa.

“Follow my orders, dong. Not following the orders of Mr. Warino,” said Fikri.

Iye, I got fired, Nessa said inwardly.

“Already, because you are already here you come with me,” said Fikri.

“But remember, follow my command!” said Mr. Fikri.

It depends on what the order used to be, Nessa said in her heart.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Nessa.

Nessa follows Fikri into the coffee shop. Fikri walked over to the table occupied by a woman.

“Vania?” ask Fikri to the woman.

“Fikri?” The woman asked back.

Vania raised her hand to ask Fikri to shake hands.

“How are you?” ask Vania.

“Good,” replied Fikri.

“This who?” Vania pointed to Nessa who was standing behind Fikri.

“This is my secretary Nessa,” replied Fikri.

Nessa nodded her head.

“Please sit Fikri,” says Vania.

Fikri sat in front of Vania. Nessa sits next to Fikri. Vania invites Fikri to speak. When heard from their conversation it seems like they are on a blind date.

Well, I became a mosquito, Nessa said in her heart.

In order for Fikri to speak freely with Vania, Nessa moved her seat.

“Where are you going?” fikri asked when he saw Nessa standing up.

“I moved to another table. In order for Pak Fikri and Mbak Vania to speak rather freely,” replied Nessa.

“Ya already, there,” said Fikri.