Your hijab warms me

Chapter 2 Is So Proud

The office is very large for only one person. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a large modern dark wooden table so that six people could eat comfortably. Fit into the coffee table next to the sofa.

Everything else was white, the ceilings, floors, and walls except, on the wall near the door, where many small abstract paintings were hung, thirty-six of which were arranged in a square shape. They are very beautiful, a series of forgotten ordinary objects painted in detail and so precise that they look like photographs. Shown together, they are amazing.

"A local artist. Simanjuntak," said Mr. Cafrio as he looked into my eyes.

"The painting is beautiful. Makes the ordinary extraordinary" I murmured, distracted by him and the paintings. He tilted his head to one side and looked at me attentively.

"I totally agree, Miss Anastasya," she replied, her voice soft and for some inexplicable reason I found myself blushing and my cheeks red like tomatoes, but I jolted my head down, I said, it is not good to keep looking at him because Mr. Cafrio's face is like a drug, forbidden but addictive.

In addition to painting, the rest of the office is cool, clean, and hygienic. I wondered if it reflected his perfectionist personality sitting gallantly in one of the chairs right in front of me. I shook my head, confused by the direction of my mind, and took the list of questions Rahma had prepared from my bag.

Next, I set up the mini-disc recorder and all the fingers and thumbs, dropping it twice on the coffee table in front of me. Mr. Cafrio didn't say anything, waiting patiently, I hope, because I'm becoming more and more embarrassed and confused. As I ventured to look at her, she noticed me, one hand relaxed on her lap and the other hand cupped her chin and placed her long index finger on her lips. I think he's trying to hold back a smile.

"Sorry," I stammered. "I'm not used to this."

"Just relax Miss Anastasya, you don't have to be nervous about facing me, after all I won't eat you" he said.

My first impression of Mr. Cafrio, I thought he was cold, and very haughty, but he turned out to be quite friendly.

"Do you mind if I record your answer?" I asked permission to interview him.

"After you've taken the trouble to set up the recording device, you're still asking me now?"

She teases me. I gulped, not sure what to say, and I think he pityed me because he knew how nervous I was.

"No, I don't mind."

"Did Rahma, I mean, Miss Susilawati, explain the purpose of her interview?"

"Yes. To appear in the graduation edition of the student paper, as I will be conferring the degree at the graduation ceremony this year."

Oho! This is new news for me, and for a while I was preoccupied with the thought that someone not much older than me, okay, maybe six years or so, he said, and he's been a successful businessman, but still, he's gonna give me a degree. I frowned, turning my attention back to the task at hand.

"Good," I gulped nervously. "I have a few questions, Mr. Cafri." I tidied up my hood while pulling it back.

"I think you might." he said, flat. He's laughing at me. My cheeks heated up when I realized it, and I sat up and straightened my shoulders in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I tried to look professional.

"Business is about people, Miss Anastasya, and I'm very good at judging people. I know how they are moved, what makes them thrive, what doesn't, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I hire amazing people on the team, and I respect them well." He stopped and looked at me with his blue eyes.

"My belief is that to achieve success in any scheme, one must master that scheme, know it inside out, know every detail. I worked hard, very hard to do it. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural instinct that can find and cultivate solid good ideas and good people. The point is, it always depends on the good guys."

"Maybe you're just lucky." This isn't on Rahma's list of questions, but she's very haughty. His eyes lit up for a moment in surprise.

"I don't believe in luck or chance, Miss Anastasya. The harder I work, the more luck I have. It's really about having the right people on your team and directing their energy accordingly. I think it is the growth and development of man is the highest calling of leadership.'"

"You sound like a person who is too happy to organize others." Those words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Oh, I control everything, Miss Anastasya," he said without a trace of humor in his smile. I looked at him, and he held my gaze steady, expressionless. My heart rate is getting faster, and my face is flushed again.

Why did he have such a terrible effect on me His incredible good looks were probably, The way his eyes lit up towards me, the way he rubbed his index finger against his lower lip I wish he had stopped doing that.

"In addition, great power is gained by convincing yourself in your secret daydreams that you were born to control things" she continued, her voice soft.

"Do you feel that you have immense power?"

"I employ over forty thousand people, Miss Anastasya. It gives me a high sense of responsibility, strength, if you will. If I decided I was no longer interested in the telecommunications business and sold, twenty thousand people would struggle to make their mortgage payments after about a month."

Mouth gaping. I did not expect that with his attitude that was full of confidence and proud of himself, I actually did not like the person who always prided himself, that person seemed arrogant.

"Do you not have a board to answer?" I feel like he can do all his own things because of his arrogance.

"I own my company. I don't need to be accountable to the council." He raised an eyebrow at me.

Of course, I would know this if I did some research. But unfortunately he was very arrogant. I changed tactics.

"And do you have an interest outside of your work?"

"I have a lot of interest, Miss Anastasya." Ghost smile touched his lips.

"Very varied." And for some reason, I was confused and heated by her sharp gaze. His eyes lit up with some evil thoughts.