My secretary the Old Virgin
44. Marrying

The next day after her parents and family returned to Bandung, Fikri went to Nessa's house to pick up Nessa.

“Will it not hurt you to rent an airplane and provide a hotel for Nessa's relatives and friends?” ask papah.

“God is not, Om. If the intention is good, will get the reward,” replied Fikri.

Mamah came with two cups of coffee along with a snack.

“Thank you, Auntie. Fikri had coffee at the hotel,” said Fikri.

“It's okay to drink coffee again. You will want to drive far, so as not to sleepy,” replied mama.

Mama sat next to Papah.

“Nessa hasn't come down yet, Pah?” ask mama.

“Not yet, maybe still packing his clothes,” replied papah.

“Come drink the coffee. Later to the cold,” said mamah.

“Thank you, Auntie,” replied Fikri.

Fikri drank coffee that was still steaming.

“Come eaten cake. This is a cake from Mamah Fikri,” said mamah.

Fikri tasting the cake that has been provided mama.

“Kuenya. Mamah Fikri buy where?” ask mama.

Fikri thought for a moment to recall where his mother bought the cake.

“If not wrong buy in hotel,” replied Fikri.

“Pantesan yummy,” says mamah.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of the door opening. Upstairs there was the sound of a walking suitcase wheel.

“Om Aunt, Fikri excuse me for helping Nessa lift the suitcase,” said Fikri.

“Iya, please,” replied papah.

Fikri climbed up the stairs to approach Nessa. Shortly after, Nessa came down the stairs, behind her was Fikri who was lifting Nessa's suitcase.

“Lunch first before leaving. Soon the cooking is ripe,” said mamah.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Nessa.

Fikri brought Nessa's suitcase to put in her car. After storing Nessa's suitcase, Fikri returns to the house.

While inside the house all the members of the Nessa family were already sitting in the dining chair and getting ready for lunch together.

“Fikri, let's eat first,” call mamah.

“Iya, Aunt,” replied Fikri. Fikri joined the dining table.

After finishing lunch, Fikri and Nessa decided to return to Bandung.

“Be careful driving it. Don't speed!” papah.

“Iya, Om,” replied Fikri.

Fikri and Nessa kiss the back of papah and mamah's palms. Then they greeted Ikhsan and Dafa.

“Don't forget to tell mama about the development of your wedding preparations,” said mamah.

“Ready, Mah,” replied Nessa.

“Ficr. Titip Nessa, yes,” says mamah.

“Iya, Aunt,” replied Fikri.

“We'll excuse you, Om Aunt. Assalamualaikum,” said Fikri.

“Waalaikumsalam,” reply mamah and papah.

“Dadah Mamah's. Papah's Drug. Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam,” reply mamah and papah.

Nessa and Fikri get out of Nessa's house and head to Fikri's car parked in Nessa's yard. Then Fikri's car rolled out of Nessa's house.

***

The day goes on. Nessa and Fikri leave their preparations to the wedding organizer because they do not have time to take care of their wedding. Fikri is busy to take care of his business, he must mundar mandir Bali Singapore Bandung. Nessa goes wherever Fikri goes, because Nessa is still Fikri's secretary.

“Why should it be pingit?” ask Fikri when Nessa was picked up by Dafa.

“No know. It is indeed a hereditary tradition,” answered Nessa while watching Dafa put the suitcase and bag into the trunk of the car. Finally all the bags and suitcases Nessa had put into the trunk.

“There is still lag. Brother?” ask Dafa.

“Already everything,” replied Nessa.

“Come, Sis will hunt later in the afternoon. Mamah told us to buy souvenirs first,” said Dafa.

“I deliver, yes,” sahut Fikri.

“No need to deliver. Dafa has memorized the path in Bandung,” replied Nessa.

“I still want to be with you,” said Fikri.

“Let's also meet in Bali,” replied Nessa.

“But I can't meet you,” said Fikri.

“We can video call,” said Nessa.

“Madly allow video calls?” ask Dafa.

Because after Dafa if you're on the edge, you can't meet each other.

“Bby. As long as the camera is directed to the wall,” answered Nessa calmly.

Hearing Nessa's reply, Fikri immediately pouted. He was upset that he could not see his girlfriend's face.

“Nessa goes home first yes, A,” says Nessa.

“Hmm,” replied Fikri.

“Do not be naughty, yes!” Nessa.

Fikri just nodded.

“Aa, Dafa say goodbye first,” Dafa greet Fikri.

“Trip Nessa. If there are men who approach Nessa directly pelotototin!” fikri.

“Siap, A,” replied Dafa.

Fikri opens the car door and Nessa gets in the car.

“If you have reached my phone, yes!” fikri.

“Iya, A,” replied Nessa.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Nessa.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Fikri replied.

Then Fikri closed the car door. The car rolled off Nessa's boarding house. Fikri looked at her lover's car until it was no longer visible.

***

It doesn't feel like time is passing now is Fikri and Nessa's wedding day. Nessa's extended family and Fikri's extended family are already in the hotel's ballroom. Papah Dodi, Fikri, penghulu and the witnesses are ready at the place of marriage certificate. They were waiting for the bride to enter the ballroom.

Finally the bride came. Fikri immediately turned his head towards the bride. For a week he had not seen Nessa's face. Nessa uses white encim kebaya. Just this time Fikri saw Nessa using a kebaya with her hair in a pinched patch. Fikri Nessa looks so beautiful. Fikri barely blinked when he saw Nessa.

Nessa walks with her mom and her aunt. Nessa sits next to Fikri. Fikri smelled the fragrance of Nessa's perfume. The perfume she bought while they were in Singapore. Nessa sat next to Fikri while looking down.

“How is brother Fikri? Can we start ijab qobul?” ask penghulu.

“Ready, Sir,” replied Fikri.

Then began ijab qobul. With a single pull came a legitimate voice from the guests watching.

“Alhamdullilah,” says Fikri and Nessa.

Nessa became Fikri's wife. After signing the marriage book, Fikri put the wedding ring on Nessa's ring finger. So did Nessa put a marriage tweet on Fikri's ring finger.

And now is the moment that Fikri has been waiting for Nessa to kiss Fikri's hand. Fikri smiled as Nessa kissed his hand. Then Fikri kissed Nessa on the forehead. But it doesn't just stop there. Suddenly Fikri kissed Nessa's lips. There were boisterous sounds from the guests who witnessed it. Nessa is embarrassed to be seen by so many people.

“Aa,” whispered Fikri while glaring.

Fikri responded with a smile.

Nessa and Fikri return to their room to change clothes. But in the room Fikri really can not get close to Nessa let alone touch it. Because Nessa is surrounded by makeup artists who change the look of Nessa. Fikri could only look at his wife from afar.