Your hijab warms me

Chapter 15 Headache at the Celebration Party Completes its Final Exams

And that night, I dreamed of beautiful blue eyes, but the place was dimly lit.

I ran through a dark place with a scary little candle, and I didn't know if I was running towards the light or away from it... It was an unclear dream.

I put down my pen.

I don't think my final exam is over. I felt a smile of roses spreading across my face. This may be the first time this weekend I smile again. It's Friday, and we're going to celebrate tonight, really celebrate.

I plan to bring my friends. I glanced at Rahma across the sports hall, and she was still writing in a fit of rage probably wanting to quickly finish her exam, five minutes towards the end. Here it is, the end of my academic career.

I will never have to sit in a row of anxious, isolated students again. Inside, I performed graceful dance moves around my head, knowing full well that it was the only place where I could perform graceful dance moves.

Rahma stopped writing and put down her pen. He glanced at me, and I caught a smile of a rose.

We returned to our apartment with his Honda Jazz, and declined to discuss our final paper. Rahma thought more about what she was going to wear to the celebration party tonight.

She doesn't like to wear a veil she says a veil covers her beautiful hair, but I like to close my veil it makes me comfortable. Arriving at the apartment, I was busy looking for the keys in my wallet.

"Gisele, there's a package for you."

Rahma stood on the stairs leading to the front door holding a brown paper parcel. Bizarrely. I don't feel like shopping online.

Suddenly the courier Lazodo came to the house carrying his mysterious brown paper parcel.

Rahma gave me the package and took my keys to open the front door. This was addressed to Miss Gisele Anastasya. No address or sender name. Maybe from my mom or my stepfather.

"Maybe from my parents."

"Open!"

Rahma was excited as she went to the kitchen to make her favorite orange juice.

I opened the parcel, and in it I found a half-skin box containing three old, cloth-coated books that seemed identical in mint condition and a plain white card.

Written on one side, in black ink with neat cursive handwriting, his writing was:

I recognize quotes from my favorite novel stories. I was stunned by dramatizing all this, because I had just spent three hours writing about Suzu Mitsuki's novel in my final exam.

I examined the books closely, the three volumes of the Wild Adult Life Novel.

I opened the front cover. Written with the old typeface on the front plate with the writing

'Suzu Mitsuki 'Bandung. "Wild Adult Life" Fizzo Novel print. 1994

Wow, that's the first edition. It must have been very valuable, and I knew right away who sent it. Rahma was on my shoulder staring at the books. He took the card.

"First Edition" I whispered.

"No way" Rahma's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ricardo?"

i'm nodding.

"I can't think of anyone else other than him who can submit that legendary novel book"

"What does this card mean?"

"I don't know. I thought it was a warning, to be honest he kept warning me. I don't know why. Not that I broke the door."

I frowned.

"I know you don't want to talk about him, Gisele, but he really likes you. Warning or not."

I didn't let myself think of Ricardo The Cafrio for the past week.

Okey... Although she always appeared and haunted my dreams, I knew it took me a long time to remove the sweetness of her smile that made everyone crazy, and the fragrant aroma of her cologne that was typical of my brain.

Why did he send me this?

He told me that I should stay away from him, even though I was told to wait for him.

"I know the price of this book can be up to Rp.14 million. But yours seems so much better. It must be more expensive." Rahma consulted her good friend Google.

"The novel's quote tells of a innocent girl who suddenly turns into a wild girl due to her blind love for a brutal tattooed man. Milea and Rangga"

"I know," Rahma responded.

"What is he trying to say?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. I can't take this from him. I'll send it back with an equally puzzling quote from some obscure passage of the book."

"The part where Milea was angry at Rangga for her jealousy?" Rahma asked with a completely straight face.

I like Rahma, she is very loyal and supportive. I repackaged the books and left them on the dinner table. Rahma gave me a glass of orange juice she had made.

"Congratulations to us, may the results of the final exam be in line with our expectations. Happy tingga Bandung, welcome to Jakarta" he grinned.

"Congratulations to us, new life in Jakarta and great results." We clink glasses and drink.

In the evening we went to a house party. The place is crowded and busy, full of students and students who will soon graduate.

Rahadian joined us. He's not going to graduate another year, but he's looking to party and bring us into our newfound spirit of freedom by buying one of his favorite watermelon juices.

And distribute it to everyone in the party house.

"So how's Gisele now?" Rahadian yelled at me because of the noise.

"Rahma and I are moving to Jakarta. Rahma's parents had bought her an apartment there for her." I reply to scream too

"Well, how could half my life leave me in this city of Bandung.? But you're coming back for my show, right?" Ask Rahadian.

"Of course, Dian, I won't miss it, I'll try to come" I smiled, and she also smiled brightly on her face.

"It means so much to me that you'll be there Gisele" she whispered in my ear.

"okay then."

i giggle.

"Let's enjoy this gisele party!" Rahma screaming.

Rahma likes to dance, she dances with a flutter I just look at her while drinking watermelon juice from Rahadian.

There is a student named Ronal he majored in English and is a photographer Rahma who is usually in the student association.

He gave up taking photos. He only looked at Rahma. He was wearing a white T shirt and tight jeans.

Me, I came to the party wearing a makeshift dress but I felt comfortable with what I was wearing. Maybe because I'm not used to a place like this my head hurts to go around in circles.

When I got up from the chair, I decided to hold the back of the chair.

I walked and planned to go to the toilet.

I stumbled through the crowd. Of course, there was a queue, but it was at least quiet and cool in the corridor. I grabbed my phone to eliminate the boredom of queuing up.

Hm... Who I last called was Rahadian Before it was a number I didn't know. Oh yea. Ricardo, I think this is the number.

I don't know what time it is, but somehow I want to call her, and maybe I'll wake her up.

Maybe he can tell me why he sent me those books and those secret messages. If he wants me to stay away, he has to leave me alone. I pressed the automatic re-call. He answered on the second ring.

"Gisele?" He was surprised to hear my voice. Well, frankly, I was surprised to call her.

Then my confused brain took note.. How did he know it was me?

"Why did you send me those books?" I insulted him.

"Gisele you're fine. You sound weird." His voice was full of concern.

"I'm not the weird one, you're the weird one," I'm accusing.my courage suddenly appeared because of my headache.

"Gisele are you okay?"

"What is your business?"

"I'm curious. Where are you?"

"A party house."

"Which detail address?" He sounds desperate.

"A house party in west Bandung"

"How do you get home?"

"I'll find a way. Maybe take a taxi?" This conversation is not what I expected.

"Where are you at the party?what's his name?"

"Why did you send me those books, Ricardo?"

I suddenly became this weird because of the pain in my head. Is it possible Rahadian gave me a bad drug into my watermelon juice?