Your hijab warms me

Chapter 12 Do You Want to Marry Me?

Is this what people say about dating? A Ricardo, the handsome, richest charismatic young man in Indonesia asked me out? He asked if you would accompany me for coffee? Maybe he thinks that if you haven't woken up Gisele, wake up don't dream on! my subconscious whined at me again with a sneering tone.

I was trying to control my nerves.

"I have to take everyone home" I said apologetically, it's actually an opportunity and I really wanted to...

"REN.....!!!," he called out, startling me. Ren who had gone to walk into the corridor immediately turned around and returned to our direction.

"Where are their goals? Is it to college?" Ricardo asked, his voice soft and curious. I nodded, too surprised to speak.

"Ren can take them. He's my driver. My car fits them all, so they can also carry the gear."

"Mr Cafrio, but....?" He asked and was a little confused.

"This is Ren's order...! Can you take the photographer, his assistant, and Miss Susilawati home?"

"Of course, sir," replied Ren

"Well. Now can you come with me for coffee?" Ricardo smiled as if I had already agreed to his wish.

I frowned at him.

"Hmmm Mr. Cafrio you're really .. Look, Ren doesn't have to drive them home." I cast a brief glance towards Ren, who remained calm without expression.

"I'll swap vehicles with Rahma, if you give me a minute."

Ricardo smiled, a dazzling smile, not made up, a completely natural smile, radiating beautifully on his face.

And he opened the VIP Room door so I could re-enter. I ran around her to enter the room, finding Rahma having a serious discussion with Rahadian.

"Gisele, I think she definitely likes you," Rahma assumed without further ado. Rahadian looked at me sharply, she disagreed with that.

"But I don't trust him" he added. I raised my hand in the hope that he would stop talking. Unexpectedly, he did.

"Rahma, if you want to take my car can I take your car?"

"Why?"

"Ricardo took me out for coffee with him."

Mouth's open. Rahma was at a loss for words. He gripped my arm and dragged me to the bedroom located outside the VIP Room living room

"Gisele, she's dangerous....!" Rahma's tone of voice was full of warning.

"He's very handsome, I agree, but I think he's also dangerous. Especially for someone like you."

"What do you mean, someone like me?" I'm a little offended by Rahma's words to me, am I too ugly for her?

"I mean someone as innocent as you, Gisele...!" he's a little upset.

"Rahma, it's just coffee. I'm gonna start the exam this week, and I'm gonna have to study, so I won't be long."

He pursed his lips as if considering my request. Finally, he pulled out his car keys from his pocket and handed them to me. I gave her my car keys.

"See you later. Don't be long, or I'll send you a google maps notification and make a rescue."

"Thank you." I hugged him.

I came out of the VIP Room to meet Ricardo who was waiting for me, he leaned against the wall, looking like a male model posing for some magazine he really shone, and make me glare.

"Okay, let's go" I whispered, my face was red and I lowered my head.

He grins.

"OK as you request Miss Gisele." He stood up straight, stretched out his hand so I could go first.

I walked down the corridor, my knees were shaking, my stomach was full of butterflies, and my heart was pounding dramatically.

I'm going to have coffee with Ricardo.

We walked together down the wide corridor of the hotel to the elevator.

What should I tell him My mind is suddenly paralyzed by fear. What are we gonna talk about?

What do I have in common with him? Her soft and warm voice surprised me from my daydream.

"How long have you known Miss Susilawati?"

Oh, easy question for beginners.

"Since our first year of college. He's a good friend."

"Hem" he answered, briefly. What's he thinking?

In the elevator, he pressed the call button, and the bell rang almost instantly. Sliding doors open showing young couples blending passionate romance into the elevator.

I was so shocked and embarrassed, I turned my face away,

"Astaghfirullah" I said inwardly, they jumped away, staring guiltily in all directions except our direction. Ricardo and I got into the elevator.

The young couple said nothing, and we descended to the first floor in a shameful silence. We didn't even have harmonious music to distract us.

The door opened and, to my surprise, Ricardo smiled at me. He seemed to be unintentionally holding my hand, but in a moment he broke his intention.

After a while, we arrived at a unique cafe decorated by many lanterns throughout the cafe room, probably because soon it will enter the Chinese new year.

"Why don't you pick a table, I'll order you a drink. What do you like?" he asked, polite as always.

"I want a cup of warm tea"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Not coffee?"

"I don't like coffee very much"

She smiles.

"Okay, without or with sugar?"

Ask him to me.

"No, thank you." I stared at my knotted fingers.

"Is there anything you want to eat?"

"No thanks." I shook my head, and he headed to the counter.

I silently stared at him from under my eyelashes as he stood in line waiting to be served.

I could watch him all day.He was tall, broad-shouldered, and athletic. Once or twice her long, graceful fingers combed her now dry but still disheveled hair.

Hem.. I want to do that if he's my soul mate. The thought came unasked into my mind, and my face was burning. I bit my lip and looked at my hand again, I did not like the way my mind wanted to go.

"Hayo again daydreaming about what?" Ricardo came back, and he surprised me.

My face turned into a deep red tomato. I was just thinking of combing your hair with a finger, and wondering if it would feel soft to the touch? If I were your soul mate. I shook my head.

He carried a tray, which he placed on a small round-shaped table. He gave me a cup and cup, a small teapot, and a side plate containing my favorite Sariwangi single teabag.

He himself put his Latte Coffee which has a beautiful leaf pattern printed in his cream. How they do that I wonder on a whim.

He also bought blueberry muffins for himself. Putting aside the tray, he sat down before me and crossed his long legs.

She looks so comfortable, so comfortable with her body, I'm a little jealous of her. Here I am, sometimes rigid and careless, often tripping with my own feet.

"Where do you think the tea is?" he asked for my advice.

"This is my favorite tea." My voice's calm. I really can't believe I'm sitting opposite Ricardo at a cafe in Bandung.

He frowned. He knows I'm hiding something. I put the teabag into the teapot and immediately took it out again with a teaspoon. As I put back the old teabag on the side plate, he tilted his head staring confusedly at me.

“I like my tea that is black but not too concentrated,” mumbled me as an explanation.

"Oh so. By the way is he your girlfriend?"

Whoa... What's ni? Ko suddenly nanyain girlfriend.

"Who?" Ask me confused.

"Photographers. Rahadian"

I laughed, nervous but curious. What made him think that?

"No. Rahadian's my best friend, that's all. Why do you think he's my girlfriend?"

"You smile at him, and he smiles at you." The look attacked me.

It was like I was being interrogated. He's so horrible. I wanted to look away but her face was too dazzling.

"He's more like family" I whispered.

Ricardo nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with my response, and glanced at his blueberry muffin. His long fingers deftly peeled the paper, and I looked at it with a gaze as if I wanted to eat it too.

"Do you want some?" he asked, and the amused secret smile came back.

"No, thank you." I frowned and looked at my hand again.

"Gisele,.What do I have to do to touch you?

The question surprised me. Mean what?

"Hem. You should marry me if you want to touch me." I answer that

"Then will you marry me?"