My secretary the Old Virgin
49. House for Sale

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Log in,” says Fikri.

Yatino walked into Fikri's workspace while carrying a tray containing a bowl and black plastic.

“This is the base, sir,” Yatino said as she put a bowl tray and black plastic on the table.

“This change,” Yatino put the change on the table.

“Take the change,” said Fikri.

Yatino didn't put the change.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Yatino.

Then Yatino left the room.

Nessa opened the plastic wrapping of chicken noodles and and broth baso then poured over the bowl.

“You use sambal, no?” ask Nessa.

“Put only,” replied Fikri.

Nessa pours the sambal a little into the gravy meatballs and chicken noodles and then tasted it.

“No spicy taste,” said Nessa while tasting her mouth.

“Already ah. So is enough,” said Fikri then took a bowl of chicken noodles and a bowl of broth baso from in front of Nessa. He put the bowls in front of him. Then he ate chicken noodles and baso.

Nessa accompanies her husband to a meal while playing his cell phone. He is looking for inspiration for his online store.

“A, mendingan sell what in online store?” nessa asked as she scrolled her phone.

“Terasu. What do you want to sell?” reply Fikri.

“Nessa wants to sell veil, mucenah, Muslim dress and accessories Muslim women,” answered Nessa.

“Good, Aa support,” replied Fikri while enjoying her food.

“But A, Nessa hasn't worn the hijab,” Nessa said in a disappointed tone.

Fikri turned to his wife and wiped his hands and mouth with a tissue. Lau shakes his wife's shoulder.

“You're ready not yet for hijab?” asked Fikri while rubbing his wife's arm.

“If Aa allows, Nessa is ready for hijab,” replied Nessa.

“Of course Aa allow. It is for your good,” said Fikri.

“Aa don't want your beautiful hair seen by other men,” said Fikri while stroking Nessa's hair.

“Your neck is level, white and heartburn seen by another man,” Fikri rubbed his wife's neck level with her index finger. Then he kissed his wife's neck.

“Moreover this,” Fikri rubbed his wife's chest.

“It does not feel willing to be seen by other men,” said Fikri.

“So Aa let Nessa use hijab?” asked Nessa with a twinkle.

“Of course, dear,” replied Fikri.

“Thank you, A,” Nessa hugs Fikri and kisses her husband's bi0beer.

“Taste of chicken noodles,” Nessa says while tasting her mouth.

“And again eat chicken noodles,” replied Fikri.

“Dah, Aa wants to keep eating again. It will be bad if it is cold,” said Fikri.

Fikri continued eating.

Nessa looked at the unopened pack of duck rice. For some reason when he saw the duck rice wrap his stomach felt hungry again.

Nessa put a packet of duck rice on the plate and opened the packet. Nessa tasted the duck rice little by little.

“Hmm delicious,” praise Nessa when tasting duck rice.

Fikri looked at his wife.

“If it's good to eat only,” said Fikri.

Nessa took the duck rice with her hand and she brought it close to her husband's mouth.

“Cobain, A. Aaaa,” Nessa was about to feed the duck rice into her husband's mouth.

Fikri turned to look at Nessa's hand that was close to her mouth.

“Ngak ah, already full. You only eat,” replied Fikri.

It could be his wife who is pregnant but he goes along to become fat because most of the meal.

“Cobain first,” says Nessa by force.

“Aa has often eaten duck rice,” replied Fikri.

“As per se,” says Nessa pleads.

Finally Fikri relented, he opened his mouth and Nessa fed the duck rice into Fikri's mouth. Fikri chewed the food in his mouth.

“How? Tasty, right?” ask Nessa.

Fikri nodded. Then Nessa continued eating her duck rice.

Fikri watched his wife who was eating duck rice. Feeling noticed by her husband, Nessa turned to her husband.

“Have eaten?” ask Nessa.

“It's over, tuh,” replied Fikri while pointing to an empty bowl.

Nessa took the duck rice with her hand and then brought it close to her husband's mouth. Fikri shut his mouth.

“Already full,” replied Fikri while closing his mouth.

“As you go again,” says Nessa.

“Ngak ah. You alone spend,” replied Fikri.

“Iiihhh a, nope!” nessa said with force.

“One more time, yes,” said Fikri.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

Finally Fikri opened his mouth, then Nessa fed Fikri with duck rice. Fikri chewed the food in his mouth.

After Nessa finished eating they also prayed dzuhur congregated in the workspace Fikri. Nessa finished praying not go home right away. She decided to go home with her husband.

Nessa spends her time browsing the stuff that will fill her shop. Seeing his wife being engrossed in his cell phone, Fikri let it go. The important thing is that his wife is not fussy.

After the Ashar Fikri prayer, Nessa took home.

“Why are you home? It's only been four and a half hours,” asked Nessa.

Fikri took his suit hanging in the hanger.

“We go to the mall first. Said you wanted to wear a hijab,” replied Fikri.

“Let's go shopping for hijab,” said Nessa.

“Good intentions should be hastened,” replied Fikri. Fikri held his wife's hand and took her out of her study.

“Sarah, if anyone is looking for me say I have come home,” Fikri told his secretary.

“Good, Sir,” replied Sarah.

“Thunder Indra, I go home,” Fikri told both his assistants.

“Good, Sir,” replied Thunder and Indra.

“Come, baby,” Fikri embraces Nessa's waist and takes Nessa towards the cliff for the directors.

***

Fikri invites Nessa to a luxury mall in Bandung. Nessa chose Muslim clothes in the tenant mall. Nessa saw the Muslim dress one by one.

“Buy a lot so you have clothes to change,” said Fikri while watching his wife who was choosing Muslim clothes.

“Iya,” answered Nessa while paying attention to the existing Muslim clothes.

After buying a few pieces of Muslim clothes complete with hijab they went home. When she was about to get home, Nessa turned to the house next to her in-laws. At home it plastered the inscription “Home Is For Sale”.

After the car stopped in Nessa's yard quickly got out of the car. Then he walked out of the house.

“Nessa, where are you going? This is already magrib,” call Fikri.

Nessa signs for her husband to follow her. Fikri followed his wife. Nessa stood in front of the house next to her in-laws. Fikri approached Nessa.

“Why?” ask Fikri.

Nessa pointed to the house. Fikri looked at the house.

“This house is for sale,” Fikri read the writing attached to that house.

“Aa have the money, don't you?” nessa asked and turned to her husband.

“You want to buy a home?” ask Fikri.

“If Aa has the money,” replied Nessa.

“If you want us to buy this house,” said Fikri.

“Have the money, don't you?” ask Nessa again.

Because the house around his in-laws house is expensive. Because of the luxury housing area.

“There, dear,” replied Fikri while rubbing Nessa's hair.

“Yang really?” nessa asked uncertainly.

“You don't believe it? Your husband is one of the billionaires in Singapore,” said Fikri proudly.

“But it's an asset,” said Nessa.

“Not all assets. Cash is also available,” replied Fikri.

“So we can buy this house?” ask Nessa.

“Iya, dear,” replied Fikri.

“Asyik can buy a house,” said Nessa girang.

“Now we go home, we have not prayed magrib. Tomorrow we contact the owner of the house,” said Fikri.

Fikri embraces Nessa's waist and guides her towards her parents' house.