My secretary the Old Virgin
40. Heat Sick

Fikri shifted her seat.

“Sit, here,” Fikri patted the empty spot next to it.

“No, ah. Keep your distance, not mahram!” Nessa.

Nessa moved from her seat to fetch food for Fikri. But Fikri quickly holds Nessa's hand and pulls Nessa into her lap. Nessa instantly lost her balance and fell on the bed, her head on top of Fikri's lap. Fikri rubbed Nessa's head of hair. Nessa feels uncomfortable.

“Honey, I miss you,” said Fikri.

“Yes, I know. But this is not how it works. We are not married,” Nessa said as she tried to get out of bed. Fikri lets Nessa wake up, but when Nessa is about to stand up Fikri immediately hugs Nessa from behind. It made it hard for Nessa to stand up.

“Let go, sir,” Nessa rebelled for Fikri to let go of her embrace.

“Let me hug you this time only. Just a few minutes,” Fikri said with a plea. Nessa has no power to refuse. Let him hold her.

Fikri hugs Nessa while kissing Nessa's hair.

“You know, after you return to Indonesia my days feel lonely without you. Makes me not want to do anything. I'm like a robot that just works without any desire to do anything. In my mind only one, finish this all and go back to Indonesia,” said Fikri.

Fikri turned Nessa's body to face her.

“Meet my lover and ask her parents to be my halal lover,” said Fikri then tidied Nessa's hair and tucked her hair in the ear. Nessa just silently listened to Fikri's words.

“Maybe I used to be a playboy. Maybe I was an asshole. I don't know why after meeting you all I want is you. You made me realize that not all women are easy for me to touch and I play. You made me want to be loyal to one woman, you. Because of you, I want to build a household. Like my papah and mama, and like my father and mother,” continued Fikri.

“Later if I have recovered, we go to Jakarta. I will propose to you as soon as possible,” whispered Fikri.

“Secap it?” nessa didn't believe it.

“Iya, let you have certainty,” replied Fikri.

“Alright, Sir,” says Nessa.

“If not in the office do not call, Sir!” fikri.

“Call what, dong?” nessa asked confusedly.

“Call akang or aa or brother or mas. It's up to you. Just don't call dad!” reply Fikri.

“Such calls for people older than me. You are younger than me. Do I call the deck or call Fikri?” nessa said innocently.

“It is rude to call a future husband like that,” Fikri said.

“After being confused, what to call?” answer Nessa.

Nessa thought for a moment.

“Call Aa only, yes,” says Nessa.

“Iya, may,” replied Fikri.

“Now Aa eat first. Later the porridge will be cold,” said Nessa.

Nessa got out of bed and picked up the porridge on Fikri's desk.

“No, the porridge is cold. I warmed up first, yes,” said Nessa.

“Not necessary. It's okay, it's cold too,” replied Fikri.

Nessa brought the porridge and sat on the chair.

“Feeds fed,” says Fikri.

Fikri opened his mouth, then Nessa fed Fikri with porridge.

***

The next day Fikri entered the office. Nessa was shocked when she saw Fikri coming out of the cliff.

“Why are you in? Isn't Dad still sick?” ask Nessa.

“Already mendingan. After all in the bosen house only in the room continue, not to go anywhere,” replied Fikri.

Fikri entered his study. Nessa follows Fikri from behind.

“Nes, what is my schedule today?” ask Fikri.

“There is no schedule. You are sick,” answered Nessa.

“There is a document I have to sign?” ask Fikri.

“All documents are sent to Mr. Taufik's office, because Mr. is sick,” replied Nessa.

“So?” ask Fikri.

“Mr no work. You better go home, Deh!” expel Nessa.

“Yes already, I am returning to my home in Singapore. There my work stacked,” said Fikri.

“Do not get angry, dong. I was just kidding,” Fikri said.

“I am here to be close to you,” continued Fikri.

“Ya. Now you sleep on the sofa. There's still a lot of work to do,” Nessa said.

“Many emails are coming from hotels in Bali and factories in Singapore. Hadeuh, it's the headquarters here, huh? About his boss is in Bandung,” grumbled Nessa.

“If you are overwhelmed, I will hire an assistant to help you,” said Fikri.

“Not necessary, Sir. I can still cope on my own,” replied Nessa.

“Yes, Sir. I have to answer email first,” said Nessa.

Nessa walked out of the room and closed the door. But suddenly Fikri called him, “Nessa.”

Nessa reopened the door.

“Ya, Sir,” replied Nessa.

“Thank you yes, dear,” said Fikri.

Nessa replied with a smile, then closed the door again.

Eleven o'clock in the afternoon Nessa walks into Fikri's office to check on Fikri's condition. Fikri was sleeping on the sofa without using a suit. Nessa stuck her palm over Fikri's forehead. Fikri's forehead feels very hot.

It still hurts to go to the office, Nessa said in her heart.

Nessa comes out of Fikri's study to look for a small towel. Nessa found a small towel in her bag.

Good thing to bring a small towel, Nessa said in her heart.

Nessa brings a small towel to the bathroom to get wet. Nessa compresses Fikri's forehead with a small towel. Then he opened the closet looking for something to cover Fikri. If you use a less long suit to cover the body of Fikri. Nessa found a blanket in the closet. The blanket was still wrapped in laundry plastic, large enough to cover two people. Nessa's mind was traveling everywhere.

Why would he keep such a big blanket in the office? What don't-don't? Nessa immediately thinks negatively.

Never mind Nessa, don't think negatively. That's the past. Everyone deserves a chance to change, Nessa said in her heart.

Nessa covers Fikri's body with a blanket, then she exits the room.

Half an hour later, Nessa walked back into Fikri's study with a plastic food box. Nessa sits next to Fikri.

“Pak, wake. Eat first!” nessa said as she patted Fikri's arm.

Fikri opened his eyes.

“What time is it now?” ask Fikri.

“Hour half twelve,” replied Nessa.

Nessa picked up a small towel that was stuck to Fikri's forehead. Fikri looked at the blanket that enveloped his body.

“This,” Fikri can not continue his saying.

Nessa smiles.

“I found it in the closet. You look cold,” said Nessa.

“Sorry,” is just that coming out of Fikri's mouth.

“It's okay. I've understood. That's the past, Father. What matters now is that you don't repeat,” said Nessa.

“Now you eat first, then eat medicine,” said Nessa.

Fikri took off the blanket and sat down on the sofa.

“Bring is not the cure?” ask Nessa.

“Bring is in my suit pocket,” replied Fikri.

“Now eat, yes!” Nessa.

“Suapi,” says Fikri with spoiled.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

Nessa feeds Fikri to eat porridge.

“Wear the sauce to make it more delicious,” said Fikri while chewing his porridge.

“Do not! Healing soon,” said Nessa.

“Slightly, let there be a spicy sensation,” said Fikri.

“Cannot!” answer Nessa.