Your hijab warms me

Chapter 1 Meeting With a Handsome CEO

My name is Gisele Anastasya, I am a Literature student at one of the universities in Bandung. Right now I'm looking at my frustrated self in the mirror because I'm too nervous. I don't know which veil to wear because it's an important day for me, Rahma? and I have to take on his duty.

I should be studying for my final exam next week, but here I'm trying to wear a cream shirt and an office suit, wear black cloth pants and black hoods and wear black pantofel shoes.

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Allaahummalthuf bii fii taisiri kulli 'asirin, fa inna taisiira kulli 'asirin 'alaika yasir, as 'alukal yusra wal mu'aafaata fid dun-yaa wal aakhirati

It means: "O Allah, give me taufik, virtue, or tenderness in terms of ease in every difficulty, for in fact the ease in every difficult is easy for You, and I ask for ease and protection in the world and in the hereafter," (HR Thabrani).

I hope to be launched and given the convenience in an interview later aamiin. I rolled my eyes desperately and looked at the pale black-hooded, brown-eyed girl who was a bit narrow, her face looking at me, and gave up just like that inside the mirror. My only choice is to wear this suit. Maybe it can look a little neat because usually I don't pay too much attention to my appearance, as long as it's closed and loose then I can continue to keep my aura.

Rahma was my roommate, and the fate that made her get the flu in such crucial moments, couldn't blame her either, because it had all been Divine destiny. But I also have to get the sap.

Therefore, he was unable to attend the interview he had planned, with a young businessman, who he said was handsome, he said, but I won't believe the bird news before I see it with my own eyes and I've never heard of it, and it's not in a student newspaper.

I volunteered to help him.

I have to finish the final exam, one essay to finish, and I'm supposed to be working this afternoon, but not today I had to drive a hundred and sixty-five miles to downtown Jakarta to meet the mysterious CEO of Cafrio Enterprreuner. As an outstanding businessman and philanthropist who has donated a lot to our University, his time is precious, much more valuable than my time, but he has allowed Rahma to interview. A real coup, he told me. It was all her extracurricular activities.

Rahma curled up on the sofa in the living room.

"Gisele, I'm sorry. It took nine months to get this interview. It will take another six months to reschedule, and we will both graduate by then. As an editor, I can't miss it. Please, "Rahma begged me with her hoarse voice and sore throat. How'd he do it?

Even sick she looks feminine and beautiful, unraveling black hair and her large black eyes, though now framed red and watery. Kasian also saw him, who was usually cheerful, now lying helplessly.

"Of course I'll go ma. You should go back to bed. Do you want lime with soy sauce? That's good for cough medicine"

"Not later can I make my own potions if you want, oh yes This is the question and my mini-disc recorder. Just press the record here. Make a note, I'll copy everything."

"I don't know anything about him" I whispered, trying and failing to suppress my growing panic.

"Questions will help you. Go awayl. It's a long journey. I don't want you to be late."

"Okay, I'm leaving. Go back to bed. I'll make you some soup to heat up later." I look at him with love. Just for you, Ma, I'll do this. Because he's my best friend.

"Good luck. And thanks gisele, as always, you're my savior."

while tidying up the contents of my bag, I smiled at him, then went out the door to the car.

I can't believe I let Rahma persuade me to do this. But then Rahma can persuade anyone into anything.

He will be an amazing journalist. She's articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful, and she's my dearest best friend.

The road was clean as I left from Bandung to central Jakarta. It's still morning, and I have to be in central Jakarta until two this afternoon. Luckily, Rahma lent me her red jazz honda car. I convinced myself that I would travel on time. It was a fun ride, and the distance just passed by as I stepped on the gas of his car.

My goal is the headquarters of Mr. global company. Cafrios. It is a large twenty-story office building, all made of curved glass and steel, the fantasy of a reliable architect, with the Cafrio House secretly written with steel over a glass front door. It was two and a quarter when I arrived, so relieved that I wasn't late as I walked into the enormous, and frankly intimidating, glass, steel, lobby, and white sandstone.

Behind a sturdy sandstone table, a very attractive, well-groomed, blonde young lady smiled kindly at me. He's wearing the sharpest charcoal suit and the white shirt I've never seen. He looks neat. And maybe he's a westerner. He came up to me and I told him.

"I'm here to meet Mr.Cafrio. Gisele Anastasya to Rahma Susilawati."

"Excuse me for a moment, Miss Anastasya." He arch his brows slightly as I stood consciously before him.

"Miss Susilawati confirmed. Please come in here, Miss Anastasya. You get into the last elevator on the right, press the twenty floor." He smiled kindly at me, and I got into the elevator, as he instructed.

He gave me a security card that VISITORS stamped very strongly on the front. I can't hold my grin. It was obvious that I was just visiting. I don't fit in here at all.

The elevator whispered to me at terminal speed to the twentieth floor. The door shifted open, and I was in another large lobby, again all made of glass, steel, and white sandstone. I was faced with another table of sandstone and a young blonde woman dressed in black and white without blemish who rose to greet me.

"Miss Anastasya, can you wait here?" He pointed to the white-colored seat seating area.

Behind the chair is a spacious glass-walled meeting room with a dark wooden table that is just as spacious and at least twenty matching chairs around it. Beyond that, there are floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the central Jakarta skyline overlooking the city. This was an amazing sight, and I was momentarily subdued by that sight. God is beautiful in your creation, O God.

I sat down, and looked at the list of questions from my bag, and examined them, in my heart I was a little upset that Rahma had not given me a short biography. I don't know anything about this guy I'm interviewing. He could be ninety or he could be thirty. Uncertainty hurts, and my nerves resurface, making me uneasy. I was never comfortable with one-on-one interviews, preferring the anonymity of group discussions where I could sit quietly in the back of the room. To be honest, I prefer to be alone, reading a novel, curled up in a chair in the college library. Not sitting restlessly in this glass and rock building.

After a while there was a blonde woman approaching me.

"Mrs. Cafrio will see you now, Miss Anastasya. Please come in" said the woman.

I stood up somewhat unsteadily trying to suppress my nerves. Tidying up my bag, I left my water glass and walked to the partially open door.

"You don't have to knock in." He smiled kindly.

I pushed the door open and staggered, tripped on my own feet, and fell into Mr.'s arms. Cafrios. While I was in his lap I looked at his beautiful face like a perfect painting, the good looks I had just seen, He was tall, wearing a fine gray suit, a white shirt, a beautiful white shirt, and a black tie with dark copper-colored hair that is difficult to manage and blue eyes a little slender like a Korean artist that, if said Rahma who likes to watch drakor, may look like Korean actor Lee Minho.

We looked at each other.

What joke is this?

"Astaghfirullahhaladzim, not muhrim"

I suddenly woke up and pushed Mr. Cafrios.

He fell leaning against his desk.

"What do you mean push me?

Mr. Cafrio was surprised and astonished by my attitude that pushed him.

"Sorry in my religion men and women who are not muhrim or unmarried are forbidden to touch, I just accidentally fell in your lap, I apologize for my disrespect."

I explained it as much as I could.

"Bother...!" He answered her so. Maybe he's a different religion to me, so don't know about it.

He's so young it doesn't fit my shadow at all, for the position of a CEO, he's been successful at such a young age.

"Ok get straight to the point, I'm Ricardo The Cafrio, you want to just stand like that or will you sit down?"

"Pulse. Actually "murm.

Actually I can't look at a man for too long but somehow my eyes can't be separated from looking at his face. I blinked quickly, my eyelids matching my heartbeat.

"Miss Susilawati is unwell, so she sent me. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Cafrio."

"And you?" Her voice was warm, but it was hard to tell from her expressionless expression.

"Gisele Anastasia. I studied Literature with Rahma, um... Miss Susilawati in Bandung"

"Oh, that's it" he said simply. I think I caught a glimpse of a smile on his expression, but I'm not sure.

"Then sit down?" He waved at me towards the white sofa.