Your hijab warms me

Chapter 17 He's A Pretty Good Person

Oh, of course you are. How could he trace my phone? Is it legal?

The stalker....!!! my subconscious whispered to me and my brain was still floating due to the pain in my head, but somehow, I didn't mind, he had helped me in the crucial moments.

"Do you have a jacket or a bag?"

"Err. yeah, I came up with both.

Ricardo please, I need to tell Rahma. He'll be worried." His mouth pressed into a hard line, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"If it really wants you"

He dropped me off, and, grabbing the shirt on my arm, led me back to the party house again.

I felt weak, still dizzy, embarrassed, tired, and on a strange level, I really felt happy. She's got a shirt on my arm, probably because she remembers that she couldn't touch me before marriage, eh who wants to marry you?

My subconscious is awakening to me, a confused set of emotions. I need at least a week to process everything.

It was noisy, crowded, and the music had already started so there were a lot of people on the dance floor. Rahma was not on our table, and Rahadian disappeared. Jesica looks lost and sad on her own, she's Rahma's friend too.

"Where is Rahma?" I shouted asking Jesica over the noise. My head began to pulsate with the irregular rhythm of the music.

"Dance" cried Jesica, and I knew she was crazy. He looked at Ricardo with suspicion.

I struggled to put on my black jacket and put on my little bag. I was ready to go, as soon as I saw Rahma.

"He's on the dance floor" I looked at Ricardo in the face and leaned over and shouted in his ears, smelling him clean and fresh.

Astarghfirullah's. All the forbidden and foreign feelings I had tried to resist appeared and rampaged through my depleted body.

I flushed, and somewhere deep, deep down, I wanted to be close to her, is this what sheethan whispers.?

In accordance with the promise of Satan in Qs Al Hijr verse 39: Satan says,

“I will make them (humans) look beautiful deeds on earth. And surely I will lead them all astray except Your servants who are Mukhlis”.

Mukhlis means Muslims who do good deeds sincerely, which is solely because they seek the spirit of Allah. A person with a mukhlis quality is a person whose heart is clean from the desire to get praise for his good practice.

If I were just an ordinary human, I could be vulnerable like this.

He rolled his eyes at me and grabbed my sleeve again and led me to the dance floor. He was instantly served, there was no need to wait like a celebrity everyone almost knew him.

Did everything come so easily to him I could not hear what he commanded. He gave me a glass of warm water .

"Drink," he shouted his orders at me.

The colorful lights moved around and followed the rhythm of the music emitting strange colored light and shadows throughout the party house.

"Drink casually.." How could he be so considerate? And make it like false hope. I wavered a little, and he put his hand on my shoulder to stabilize me.

"I'm fine" I told her. And she took her hand off my shoulder again. So far he has respected me as a Muslim.

Ricardo took the glass from me, he put it on the table. I saw through my blurred vision what she was wearing; a loose white shirt, tight jeans, black sneakers, and a dark striped jacket.

The shirt wasn't draped at the top, and I saw a pinch of hair in the gap. In my groggy frame of mind, he looks handsome.

He grabbed my arm shirt once again. Astaghfirullah ..he took me to the dance floor. I can't dance. She could feel my unwillingness, and under the colored lights, I could see her amused smile.

He still took me with him. Well, she can dance, and I can't believe I'm following her step by step. Maybe because I can't dwell on her charms, I can follow her. He hugged me tightly, his body stuck to mine. If he didn't grip me so tightly, I'm sure I'd faint at his feet.

In my mind, my mother's frequently spoken warning came to me: Never trust a man who can dance.

He moved us through the crowd of dancers to the other side of the dance floor, and we were next to Rahma and Ehsan, Ricardo's brother.

The music was pounding hard, outside and inside my head. Rahma made her move. She dances, and she only does that if she likes someone. I like someone very much. It means there'll be three of us for breakfast tomorrow morning. Rahma!

Ricardo bowed and shouted in Ehsan's ear. I can't hear what he's saying. Ehsan was tall with broad shoulders, curly blonde hair, and bright sparkling blue eyes. Ehsan grinned, and pulled Rahma into his arms, where she was very happy to be in his arms....Rahma! Even in a dizzy state, I was surprised.

He just met her. He nodded at whatever Ehsan said and smirked at me and waved. Ricardo pushed us off the dance floor in twice as fast.

But I never spoke to him. Is she okay? I can see where it's headed. I need to take care of myself.

My mind was crashing through my brain, fighting this strange feeling. It's very warm, very hard, very colorful - too bright. My head started swimming, oh no. And I could feel the floor going up to my face or so it felt.

The last thing I heard before fainting in Ricardo's arms was his crude nickname.

"Crazy ....! you're really flirting!"

So silent. Light turned off. I feel comfortable and warm in this bed. Hem... In the bed? When I opened my eyes, where was this? The room is so foreign. I don't know where I am. The sun-headed bed. Strangely feels familiar. The room was large and airy and decorated with luxury items in brown, gold, and beige.

I've seen that before. I was confused, my brain couldn't work properly. Astarghfirullah's. I'm at the Horizon hotel in a suite. I stayed here with Rahma but the room was smaller than this at the time.

How did I get here?

I remember a fleeting memory last night, I drank watermelon juice which gave me a bad headache but I don't remember coming here.

I'm wearing my dress shirt that I wore last night. I felt calm because I was still intact not in an unwanted state.

I glanced at the bedside table. On it is a glass of Sariwangi tea, and one Antangin fruit.

He's a pretty nice guy and considerate, he thinks of everything. I sat down and took the Windscreen. After her I drank my favorite tea and it warmed my body.