Your hijab warms me

Chapter 19 He Is Mysterious

"Breakfast is ready Gisele" She knocked on the door, and yelled at me.

"Okay," I stammered.

I came out of the bathroom and took two towels. I wrapped my hair in another towel. Hurry up, I dry myself.

I checked the bag. A waitress brought me new jeans and a long t-shirt, along with underwear as well.

Waw...Bra and********** are clean..The very beautiful design of some of the lingerie I've seen looks very luxurious. But of course they did. I blushed to myself.

I dressed quickly. The other clothes are very fitting. Roughly I dry my hair with a towel and fortunately here there is a hairdryer too, so my hair can be completely dry, and if I wear a veil later her hair does not smell musty.

After I get ready, I head to the dining room and it's time to face the Master who always makes me confused.

In the dining room that Ricardo specifically ordered, There was a large and luxurious seating area, all cushioned sofas and padded pillows, an elaborate coffee table with a stack of glossy ledgers, and a large, flat-topped coffee table, the study area with an upscale atmosphere, a large LCD screen TV on the wall, and Ricardo were sitting at the dining table on the other side of the room while reading the newspaper.

It's about the size of a tennis court or something, not because I play tennis, but because I've watched Rahma play tennis several times. That's why I assume so, Rahma!

"Damn, Rahma," I gasped as I remembered Rahma. Ricardo peeked at me.

"He knows you're here and still alive. I texted Ehsan," he said with a hint of humor.

Oh naw. I remember her lively dance the night before. All of his patented moves were used with maximum effect to seduce Ricardo's brother!

What would he think of me being here? I've never lived outside before. He was still with Ehsan. She'd think I was doing a one-night stand just like her.

Ricardo looked at me arrogantly. He was wearing a white shirt, collar and detachable cuff.

"Sit down Gisele!" his orders, pointing to somewhere on the table. I walked across the room and sat opposite him as directed. The table was full of food.

I chose pancakes, orange juce, and scrambled eggs. Ricardo tried to hide his smile and he went back to eating his cow-eye eggs. Food's great.

"Do you want some tea?" she asked.

"Yes if I can."

He gave me a small pot of hot water and on top of the cup was my favorite Sariwangi teabag. She was so sweet that she remembered how much I loved my tea.

"You are beautiful with your veil" he said.

"A..what? Oh yes thank you" I murmured, ashamed.

"Thank you for arranging clothes for me."

"No problem Gisele. That color suits you."

I blushed and stared at my fingers.

"You know, you really have to learn to accept compliments." His tone was punishing.

"I have to give you money for these clothes.?"

He glared at me as if I had offended him on some level. I hurried.

"You've given me books, which of course I can't accept. But these clothes, please let me pay you back." I smiled doubtfully at him.

"Gisele, believe me, I can afford it."

"That's not the point. Why did you have to buy this for me?"

"Because I can," his eyes flashed with an evil light.

"Just because you can't mean you should" I replied slowly as she raised an eyebrow at me, her eyes twinkling, and I suddenly felt that we were talking about something else, but I don't know what it is. And remind me of something.....

"Why did you send me those books, Ricardo?" My voice's soft.

He put down his cutlery and looked at me intently, his blue eyes lit up with unexpected emotions.

Relax Gisele calm down...! He makes me very nervous.

"Hem, okay....When I last saw you, I told you to wait, but I also told you to stay away from me, because I know, I'm not a good man for you, I guess I owe you an apology, Gisele, and I know you like literature, because you're a literature major in college, so I gave you that book."

She brushed her hair back with her hands.

"Gisele, I'm not the kind of nice guy who likes to do romantic things. My taste is very unique. Then I told you to avoid me."

He closed his eyes as if he were losing.

"But there's something about you, and I find it impossible to stay away. But I thought you knew it."

My appetite is gone. He can't stay away!

He was panting, his eyes widening.

"You don't know what you're saying."

"I...I know, but if you don't want to stay away why should you stay away?"

We sat looking at each other, none of us touching our food. I lowered my head in shame.

"Then you don't have a boyfriend?" I breath.

His eyes sparkled.

"No, Gisele. I don't have a boyfriend." He paused for a moment for this information to sink in, and I flushed. The mouth to brain filter is broken again. I can't believe I just said it out loud.

"What are your plans for the next few days?" he asked, his voice low.

"I work today, from noon. Oh, what time is it?" I panicked all of a sudden.

"It's only past ten, you have plenty of time. What about tomorrow?" He placed his elbow on the table, and his chin rested on his long fingers. I was awkward when he looked at me seriously.

"Rahma and I will start packing. We're moving to Central Jakarta next weekend, and I'm working at the Unisoviet all week."

"Do you have a place in Jakarta?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"I don't remember the address. In Prameswari's apartment if I don't remember wrong."

"Not far from me" his lips twitched half a smile.

"So what are you going to do to work in Jakarta?"

What do all these questions mean?

"I've applied for a few jobs. And I'm waiting for news."

"Are you applying to my company as well, as I suggested last time?"

of course not.

"Eh. no."

"And what's wrong with my company?"

"Your company or yours?" I grinned.

He smiled a little.

"Are you laughing at me Miss Gisele?"

He tilted his head to one side, and I thought he looked amused, but it was hard to say. I flushed and glanced at my unfinished breakfast. I couldn't look him in the eyes when he used that tone of voice.

"I want to bite that lip" he whispered grimly.

I didn't realize I was chewing on my lower lip. My mouth opened as I gasped and swallowed at the same time. It had to be the sexiest thing anyone ever said to me.

My heart rate jumped, and I guess I was panting. I was shaking, and he didn't even touch me.

"But sorry it's off limits" I warned him.

"I know and I won't touch you not until I get your approval and become your husband" his lips hinted at a smile.

Whahuh?

"What does that mean?"

"Just like I said. I need to show you, Gisele. What time are you done at work tonight?"

"Around eight."

"Well, we can go to Central Jakarta tonight or next Saturday for dinner at my place, and I'll tell you the facts later. The choice is in your hands."

"Why can't you tell me now?" I feel astonished.

"Because I enjoyed my breakfast. Once you find out about my life, you might not want to see me again."

What does his word mean? Is he a violent mafia? Or maybe he's a playboy? It created a thousand questions in my mind. He's very mysterious.