Your hijab warms me

Chapter 13 Do You Have a Boyfriend?

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

"Then will you marry me?" Ask Ricardo.

He looked at me as if it was serious, but we didn't know each other and although I felt like it but not necessarily love. What should I answer? But then Ricardo solved my confusion.

"Maybe I want to marry you for your beauty, but may I know you first? I'll hold him back from touching you, how?" Ricardo added explaining his statement.

"Yes, I'm like you, I want to know you too." At the end of it I can answer it.

Marriage is not a toy, so I want to think carefully about it.

"Speaking up the guy I met yesterday, at the store. She's not your girlfriend?" Ask Ricardo.

"No. Raka is just a friend. I told you yesterday." Oh, it's getting ridiculous.

"Why are you asking?" Add me.

"You look nervous around men." How could he think like that? Ask Ricardo. I'm just nervous around you, Ricardo.

"Only you make me so nervous" I replied.

My face flushed red, but mentally patted my back for my honesty, and looked at my hands again. I heard his sharp breath.

"You're very honest. Please don't look down. I love seeing your face."

Oh. I glanced at him, and he gave me an encouraging but wry smile.

"If I see your face, I can tell what you're thinking."

he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are a mystery, Gisele" she added.

I'm Mysterious?

"There's nothing mysterious about me." Answer me.

"I think you're very independent" he whispered.

Am I really? .... how do I manage it? It's disconcerting. Me, mandiri?

Impossible.

"Unless you blush, of course, that happens a lot. I just wish I knew what made you blush."

He stuffed a small piece of muffin into his mouth and started chewing it slowly, not taking his eyes off me. And as if given a cue, I blushed.

"Do you always make such personal observations?"

"I didn't realize it. Did I offend you?" He sounded surprised.

"No" I answered honestly.

"Good is it."

"But you're so arrogant" I replied softly.

He raised his eyebrows and, if I'm not mistaken, he also flushed a little.

"I'm used to my own way, Gisele" he whispered.

"In all things." Added her.

I sipped my tea, and Ricardo ate a small piece of his muffin cake again.

"Are you the only child?" she asked.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer me

"Tell me about your parents." Ask Ricardo. Why would he want to know this? It's so boring.

"My mom lives in Switzerland with her new husband."

"Your father?"

"My father died when I was a baby."

"I'm sorry," he muttered and a troubled expression flashed across his face.

"I don't remember him."

"And your mother remarried?"

i grunt.

"You can say that."

He frowned at me.

"You didn't tell me everything, did you?" he said flatly, rubbing his chin as if he was thinking hard.

"You don't either."

"You interviewed me once, and I can recall some pretty probing questions." He grinned at me.

Astarghfirullah....He remembered the 'ga*' question*'. Again, I'm ashamed. In the years to come, I know, I will need intensive therapy so as not to feel ashamed every time I remember that moment.

I started raving about my mother anything to block that memory.

"My mom is amazing. He's an explorer of love. And he's been married 4 times to date."

Ricardo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I miss him" I continued.

"He has a new husband now. I just wish she could watch him and take part when his stupid plan doesn't go according to plan."

I smiled and remembered my mother. I haven't seen my mother in a long time. Ricardo watched me intently, occasionally sipping his coffee.

I really don't have to look at his mouth. It's unsettling. That lip..... There's a kind of magnet that can make it look more attractive and make me focus on it.

"Are you getting along with your stepfather?" Ask Ricardo.

"And what was he like?"

"He's. taciturn."

"really?" Ricardo asked, surprised.

I shrugged my shoulders. What does this man expect from my life story?

"Silence is like his stepdaughter" Ricardo concluded.

I refrained from rolling my eyes at him.

"He loves football, especially European football, his favorite clubs are Manchester City, bowling, fishing, and making furniture. He's a carpenter. He's an ex-soldier." I sighed.

"You live with him?"

"Yes. My mother met Husband Number Three when I was fifteen. I live with my stepfather."

He frowned as if he did not understand.

"You don't want to live with your mother?" she asked.

i blushed. This is really none of his business.

"Suami Number Three lives in Manado Rumahku in Bandung. And. You know my mom just got married." I'm stopping. My mom never talked about Husband Number Three.

Why am I talking about this with Ricardo? This is none of his business.

"Tell me about your parents" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My father was a lawyer, my mother was a pediatrician. They live in Central Jakarta"

Oh... They are all educated. And I wonder about a successful couple who adopted three children, and one of them turned into a handsome man who ruled the business world and conquered it alone.

What made him become like that? The people must be proud.

"Then what about your brother?"

"Ehsan is an expert in construction and my younger sister Saraswati she is in Paris, learning to cook under some famous French chefs."

His eyes were clouded with irritation. He doesn't want to talk about his family or himself.

"I hear Paris is beautiful" I whispered. Why doesn't he want to talk about his family? Is it because he was adopted?

"That's lovely. Have you ever been there?" his annoyance was forgotten.

"I've never been there" I replied.

"Do you want to go?"

"To Paris?" i squeak. Like a rat being hit. Who wouldn't want to go to Paris

"Of course" I admit.

"But it's England I'd really like to visit"

He tilted his head to one side, moving his index finger across his lower lip...

"What's the reason you want to go there?"

I blinked quickly. Concentrate Lah, Gisele.

"In the UK there are many places that are often written by famous novelists and literature. I want to see the places that inspired them to be able to write an amazing book."

All the talk of great literature reminds me that I have to learn. I glanced at my watch.

"I'd better go. I have to learn."

"For your exams?"

"Yes. Starting on Tuesday."

"Where's Miss Susilawati's car?"

"In the hotel parking lot."

"I'll take you back."

"Thank you for the tea, Ricardo"

He smiled strangely. I have a very big secret smile.

"Together, Gisele. With pleasure. Come..,!" his orders, and allow me to walk first out of the cafe.

We walked back to the hotel, and I wanted to break the silence between us, but was confused as to what I should do.

He at least looks like he always does. For me, I tried desperately to measure how the coffee show with her just passed.

I feel like I've been interviewed for a position, but what position is it? What is her position as wife?

It is Gisele you do not fantasize too much, besides his intention to marry you is not necessarily true.

"Do you always wear jeans?" he asked suddenly.

"Well, sometimes, I wear a robe." Answer me

"Thursday? What'sthat?"ask him like he is in awe.

"Sort of clothes for Muslims, for those of us who are Muslims, we women have to cover our awrah, like this veil" I showed the pink veil I was wearing.

" Islam turns out to be quite complicated, but you are beautiful covered in a veil like that makes people wonder what you really are" Ricardo smiled at me.

We went back to the intersection, across the street from the hotel. My mind's shaken.

What a strange question... And I realized that our time together was limited.

Was it a short time with her, or because she was too busy? Or because you have an appointment with someone else. I asked something that embarrassed me.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" i exclaimed. What did I just say? I said it out loud.