Your hijab warms me

Chapter 20

"Tonight."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Like a squirrel, you eat with your mouth full, but it makes you look cute" she grinned.

"Are you laughing at me, Mr Ricardo?" ask me sweetly.

He narrowed his eyes at me and took his iPhone. He pushed a number.

"More....I'm gonna need Loly."

Lol! Who her?

"From Bandung around 19:00 ... All night."

All night!

"Yes. Depart tomorrow morning. I'll fly from Bandung to Jakarta ."

The pilot?

"Standby's pilot from 18:30 ." He put down the phone. No words of help or thanks.

"Do people always do what you say?"

"Usually, if they want to keep their job," he said flatly.

"And if they don't work for you?"

"Oh, I can be very persuasive, Gisele. You should finish your breakfast. Then I'll take you home. I'll pick you up at the Unisoviet at 18:00 when you're done. We're flying to Jakarta"

I blinked at him quickly.

"Fly away?"

"Yes. I have a helicopter."

I gaped at him. I had my second date with Ricardo oh-so-mysterious. From coffee to a helicopter ride. Waw.

"We're going by helicopter to Jakarta?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?"

He grinned evilly.

"Because I can. Just finish your breakfast! "

How can I eat now? I'm going to Jakarta by helicopter with Ricardo.

"Eat," he said more sharply.

"Gisele, I don't like to see people waste their food!"

"I can't eat all this."

I looked at what was left on the table.

"Eat what's on your plate. If you ate right yesterday, you wouldn't be here."

His mouth formed a grim line. He looks angry.

I frowned and returned to my now cold food. I was too excited to eat with him. Do you not understand my subconscious explained.

But I was too cowardly to voice this thought out loud, especially when she looked so pouty. Hem, like a kid. I find that thought funny.

"What's so funny?" she asked. I shook my head, not daring to tell him and kept paying attention to my food.

Swallowing my last piece of pancakes, I peeked at him. He looked at me speculatively.

"Good girl" he said.

"I'll take you home ." Ricardo offered himself. Suddenly I remembered something I wanted to ask.

"Where did you sleep last night?" I turned to look at her who was still sitting on the dining room chair. I don't see any blankets or bed linen in here - maybe she's already tidied it up.

"On the sofa," he said simply, his gaze expressionless again.

"Oh."

"Yes, that's also new to me." She smiles.

"No, the important thing is that I can see you sleep well" she put a slight smile on her lips.

After that he picked up his newspaper and continued reading.

After I finished packing I saw her talking over the phone to someone.

"They want two?... How much would it cost?... Okay, and what security measures do we have?... And they're going?... How safe is it?". .. And when did they arrive?... Okay, let's do it. Keep following the progress." He hung up.

"Ready to go?"

i'm nodding. I wonder what the conversation was about. He wore a striped dark blue jacket, took his car keys, and headed for the door.

"Please go first, Miss Gisele," she whispered, opening the door for me. He looks so relaxed and elegant.

We walked silently down the corridor to the elevator. As we waited, I peered at him through my eyelashes, and he looked from the corner of his eye at me.

I smiled, and her lips twitched.

The elevator arrived, and we got in. We were both in the elevator. Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, perhaps our closeness in an enclosed space, the atmosphere between us changed. My breath changes as my heart beats.

His head turned slightly towards me, his eyes darkest.

"Oh, annoying documents," he growled.

He brought his face closer to mine. I felt scared and confused, I wanted to push her but the whispers were getting louder and my heart didn't want to push her.

Suddenly her hand held my lips, she took something from my lips.

"There's chocolate on your lips" she whispered, and she licked her hand and ate the chocolate that was on my lips.

" Hem your lips are so sweet. uh I mean the chocolate that's on your lips" Ricardo turned his face away from me and I saw the color of his ears that turned very red, so I could see it was very red, it looks so sweet.

The elevator stopped, the door opened, and she got away from me in an instant. The three men in business suits looked at the two of us and grinned as they walked into the elevator. My heart rate is increasing, too,

I glanced at him. He looked really cool and calm, like he was working on a crossword puzzle in the morning paper.

We also got out of the elevator. Down the lobby and up to Ricardo's car, first I see him it's very wow, is this a car or a private apartment? Inside the car was a flat lcd tv, comfortable seating mattress on top, there was her stairs too and again there was a table and a small kitchen, all her stuff luxury, all her stuff, to the point that I could faint from seeing the impossible right now in front of my own eyes.

In the car he turned on the MP3 music, and the music played was very good.

You are the One I Wait to sing by Afgan & Rossa, the song is not canned.

It sounds so good, their chemistry is so good.

I just heard that song for the first time.

"What are we listening to?" I asked Ricardo.

"That's an Afgan & Rossa duet, you like it?"

"Yes, this is amazing."

"Yes, right? I also have the same opinion as you." he grinned, glancing at me. And for a moment, he looked his age; young, carefree, and very handsome.

"Can I hear it again?"

"Of course." Ricardo pressed the button, and the music defended me once again. It was a gentle, slow, sweet attack, and touched my sense of hearing.

"Do you like pop music?" my many.

"I'm so uncertain.

It depends on my mood, if you?"

"me too. But often I listen to the shalawat because it can calm the heart when it is upset."

He turned around and looked at me for a while before his eyes returned to the street.

"Mirhawat? " Ricardo probably hasn't heard of it because he's a different religion than me.

"Yes, you wanna try to hear it? Can search on Mbah google, in nutube also a lot."I suggest, maybe with him can hear it can melt his heart and maybe can embrace Islam. Because the guidance might just come for her.

"Well I'll try to hear it another time, because I also want to know what you're listening to often."

"Alhamdulillah... I'm glad to hear it" she smiled...

"Why are you smiling?" Ask me.

"I'm happy to see you happy" and we both smile while looking the other way.