My secretary the Old Virgin
50. New Officer

While having dinner together, Fikri recounted Nessa's desire to buy a house next to Mr. Taufik's house.

“Oh, that's Mr. Irwan's house. About a few weeks ago Mr. Irwan's son had come here to see Papah and Mamah. He offered his parents a home. They want to share their parents' legacy. Mom wants to tell you, who knows you are interested in buying. But Mamah forgot,” said Ibu Dira.

“Papah anyway, do not remind Mamah,” said Ibu Dira to Pak Taufik.

“How come, so Papah was wronged? Kan Mamah is forgetful,” replied Mr. Taufik.

“Bantuin reminds Mamah, dong,” says Ibu Dira.

“Now do not need to be reminded Fikri already know if the house wants to be sold,” replied Mr. Taufik.

“You have the phone number of Mr Irwan's son?” ask Fikri.

“Have. Mama will search first. Mom forgot to save where,” replied Ibu Dira.

“Not the phone number that was stated in front of his house phone number of Mr Irwan's son?” ask Nessa to Fikri.

“It's not necessarily his son's phone number. Who knows that's the phone number of people told to sell Mr. Irwan's house. It is better to call Mr. Irwan's child directly,” replied Fikri.

“Have not discussed home again. Better now we eat first,” said Mr. Taufik so that they do not talk while eating. They finally continued their dinner.

***

The next day at breakfast, Ibu Dira gave the phone number of Mr. Irwan's son.

“The name is Password,” said Ibu Dira after giving a piece of paper that read phone number to Fikri.

“Thank you, Mah. Later Fikri phone at the office,” said Fikri then continue his breakfast.

“You why want to move quickly? You guys don't feel at home living here, do you?” ask Mother Dira sadly. Her house would be deserted if Nessa and Fikri moved in. Understand it because Fikri is the youngest child.

“We stay here. It's just that Nessa needs a place to open an online store,” replied Fikri.

“If in this house is afraid can not be the same Mamah,” said Fikri.

“Who can't say? Sure may. There are many empty rooms above. You can use one of the rooms. If the online store does not have to be in front of the house,” said Ibu Dira.

Hearing Dira's mother's words made Nessa happy.

“Thank you, Mah,” said Nessa.

“Do you have any employees?” ask Dira's mother.

“Numbered, Mah. Nessa wants to borrow Mamah's maid,” replied Nessa.

“Who?” ask Dira's mother.

“New helper Mamah, Her name is Ima,” replied Nessa.

“Ima?” ask Mother Dira while frowning.

“Feelings Mamah has no new helper. Moreover, the name is Ima,” replied Ibu Dira.

“Nessa once sent him to the pharmacy. Nesa thinks she's Mamah's new helper,” says Nessa.

Dira's mother thought for a moment.

“Oh, do you mean Ima nephew aunty?” ask Dira's mother.

“Nessa doesn't know. When Nessa was looking for someone to send to the pharmacy, my aunt came to bring Ima,”, Nessa replied.

“Ima the aunt's nephew. He came to London to find work. But unfortunately he just graduated High School. While in Papah's office and in Fikri's office there are no job vacancies for SMA graduates,” said Ibu Dira.

“Later you ask Ima, or else she works in your online store,” said Ibu Dira.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Nessa.

“Mamah has allowed you to open an online store here. You also have a candidate officer. Then the house next door so buy, no?” ask Fikri to Nessa.

“So dong, A. It is incumbent upon Aa to buy Nessa a home,” replied Nessa.

“Iya darling. Later Aa bought Mr. Irwan's house,” said Fikri while stroking his wife's veil. Nessa started wearing a veil when she left the room.

***

After Fikri goes to work Nessa calls Ima to talk. They sit on the back garden terrace.

“I heard from Mamah you are looking for a job?” ask Nessa to Ima.

“Iya, Non,” Reply Ima.

“Do not call me ‘Non’. Call me Nessa Tea,” said Nessa.

“Let's be angry if I call Non with the name Teteh,” replied Ima.

“No, Mamah will not be angry,” said Nessa.

“You want to work with me, no?” ask Nessa.

“I want to open an online store. I need employees to help me. If you want, you will be my first employee,” replied Nessa.

“Mau, Tea. Ima want to work anything, as long as it is halal,” said Ima.

“If you want. From now on you work with me,” said Nessa.

“Thank you, Tea,” said Ima.

After Ima agrees to work with Nessa, Nessa begins to set up an online store. Nessa was helped by Ima to clean up one of the rooms on the top floor that had not been used as a warehouse for storage of goods as well as an online store office.

At night Fikri peppered his wife's feet and hands because of the soy sauce has cleared his new office.

“Be careful not to be too sapped and do not lift heavy items! Pity our baby if his mother is too tired,” said Fikri while massaging his wife's legs.

“Iya,” replied Nessa.

“A, he said Aa would give Nessa venture capital. When will I give you the capital?” ask Nessa.

“You need it when?” asked Fikri while rubbing his wife's feet.

“If you can tomorrow, A. Tomorrow Nessa wants to shop with Ima,”, Nessa replied.

“Let Aa transfer the money. But don't buy it tomorrow. Because tomorrow we have an appointment with Mr. Sandi, Mr. Irwan's son. We want to see Mr. Irwan's house,” said Fikri.

“Aa already called Mr Sandi?” ask Nessa.

“Then, so tomorrow we can see Mr. Irwan's house,” replied Fikri.

Fikri stopped massaging his wife's legs and laid himself beside her.

“For a long time Aa did not look at our baby,” Fikri whispered in Nessa's ear.

“Not yesterday already?” ask Nessa.

“When? Not, ah. Last week ago,” replied Fikri.

“Iya deh, can see the baby. But slowly, yes!” Nessa.

“Iya, dear,” replied Fikri.

Fikri started to launch his action.

***

The next day after finishing breakfast, Fikri did not go straight to the office. He waited until Sandi came. Shortly thereafter, a call came from his cell phone. Fikri answered the call.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Fikri.

“Waalaikumsalam. Mr. Fikri I was in front of my parents' house,” said Sandi.

“Alright, I'm out now,” said Fikri.

Fikri hung up. Then he approached Nessa who was in her new workspace.

“Nes, Mr. Sandi has arrived. Let's go there,” Fikri told Nessa.

Nessa looked at her husband.

“Shortly, A,” jwab Nessa.

“Ima. I went to Mr. Irwan's house,” said Nessa.

“Iya, Tea,” Reply Ima.

Nessa came out of her study and they went to Mr. Irwan.

“How's Ima? Diligent not him?” asked Fikri as they walked over to Mr. Irwan's house.

“Alhamdullilah, he's a diligent boy. He works with passion,” replied Nessa.

“Thank God. If not diligent later you are cape working,” said Fikri.

They finally arrived at Mr. Irwan's house. The gate of Mr. Irwan's house is wide open. A sedan is parked in Mr. Irwan's yard.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Fikri and Nessa when approaching the terrace of Mr. Irwan's house.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied someone from inside the house.

A forty-year-old man came out of the house.

“Pak Fikri?” ask the man.

“Iya, I'm Fikri,” replied Fikri.

“I Password,” Password then shake Fikri's hand.

“Please enter, Mr. Fikri,” Sandi said.