Your hijab warms me

Chapter 21 I'm Glad He Values Me

When we were wrapped in silence as both blushed, suddenly Ricardo's iPhone rang breaking the silence between us. Ricardo picked up the phone with a speaker.

"Ricardo," he snapped. He's very rude.

"Mr Cafrio, this is Willy here. I've got the information you need."

Hoarse and disembodied sounds rang out from the speakers.

"good. Email to me. Anything to add?"

"No sir."

He pushed the button and the call stopped. No goodbye or thanks. I was so happy that I never thought seriously about working for him.

I shuddered at the idea. He is too controlling and cold with his employees. There's no call in for long.

"Richard"

"The information has been emailed to you, Mr. Cafrio." A woman's voice.

"Good job, Debora."

"Good day, sir."

Ricardo hung up. Soon the call came back in. Athaghfirullah is this his life, phone calls come incessantly and constantly bother him?

"Ricardo" snapped.

"Hi, Ricardo, are you having fun with that hooded girl?"

"Hello, Ehsan.I use a speaker phone, and I'm not alone in the car" Ricardo sighed.

"Who is with you?"

Ricardo rolled his eyes.

"Gisele Anastasia"

"Hi, Gisele!"

Gisele's!

"Hello, Ehsan."

"I've heard a lot about you" Ehsan muttered, a bit of contempt, Ricardo frowned.

"Don't believe a word Rahma said!"

Ehsan laughs.

"I'm dropping off Anastasya now." Ricardo.

"Should I pick you up?"

"certain."

"See you." Ricardo hung up, though,

"Why do you insist on calling me Anastasya?"

"Because that's your name."

"I'd rather be called Gisele."

"Are you sulking now?" muttered.

We almost got to my apartment. It didn't take long.

"Anastasya" he mused. I pouted at him, but he ignored my expression.

"See you."

He stopped outside the apartment. I realized too late that he didn't ask me where I was staying, but he knew.

But I remembered that he had sent the books, of course he knew where I lived. What can't he do, cell phone tracking, having a license to own a helicopter, maybe he's a stalker?

He got out of the car, walked on a graceful long leg by my side to open the door, always a respectable man.

"I love it when you give me more attention" I whispered as I got right in front of my apartment.

Like her I heard her panting like she was nervous, but I chose to ignore her and climb the stairs to the front door.

I have plans for them. She has the most ridiculous grin on her face, and Rahma looks messed up. Ricardo followed me into the living room, and Rahma smiled mocking me.

"Hai Gisele" Rahma jumped up to hug me, then held me as far as the arm so she could check on me.

He frowned and turned his head towards Ricardo

"Good morning, Ricardo," he said, and his tone was slightly hostile.

"Hello, Miss Susilawati" he said in a rigid formal style.

"Ricardo's name is Rahma," Ehsan grumbled.

"Roman." Ricardo gave him a polite nod and glared at Ehsan who was grinning and got up to greet me, and unceremoniously Ehsan looked like he was going to hug me, but I avoided him and Ricardo also blocked Ehsan.

"Never touch her!" Ricardo angrily gave his sister a warning.

"okay.oke...Hi, Gisele," she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling like her older sister's, and I liked her hospitality. He was clearly not like the stiff Ricardo, although in fact they were not siblings but they looked familiar.

"Hi, Ehsan," I smiled at him.

"Ehsan, we better get going" Ricardo said in a relaxed tone. His emotions are fickle and hard to guess.

"certain." She turns to Rahma and pulls her into her arms and gives her a kiss on Rahma's cheek.

Astarghfirullah.... Just known for a while but Rahma was smitten with the good looks of Ehsan, although I can not deny, I also did with Ricardo, but I did not dare to do excessive physical intercourse, but I did not dare to do excessive physical intercourse, because we are not muhrim.

I glanced at Ricardo, and he looked at me intently, then I lowered my head and gave a small smile.

"See you soon, dear" Ehsan grinned at Rahma with a flirtatious blink of her eye.

The womb looks melted. I had never seen it melt .. Beautiful and obedient words came to my mind. That submissive Rahma looks absolutely impossible.

Ricardo rolled his eyes and looked at me, his expression unreadable. She held the tip of my veil near my forehead, I don't know what she meant but my breath choked as she did that, like the sakura scene with sasuke in the Naruto shippuden anime film, and I lowered my head.

Her eyes softened, and she gave her sweetest smile. My blood is boiling in my veins.

"See you again beautiful" she whispered, and I felt like laughing because it was so different from her usual image. But even so I'm glad to hear it.

"I'll pick you up at six" He turned to leave, opened the front door and stepped onto the veranda.

Ehsan followed her to the car but turned around and gave Rahma another kiss, and I felt an unwanted jealousy, they exposed her too much.

"So, how?" Rahma asked as we watched them get into the car and leave, a burning curiosity evident in her voice.

"No, nothing happened" I said in a slightly loud tone and hoped it would stop the question. We're back in the apartment.

"But you're obviously smitten by her." I mocked Rahma a little. He always managed to snare men. She's irresistible, beautiful, sexy, funny.

"And I saw him again tonight." He clapped and jumped like a child. She couldn't help her joy and happiness, and I couldn't help but feel happy for her. The happy Rahma... That looks very interesting.

"Ricardo will take me to Central Jakarta tonight."

"Tournaments?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Maybe you can't resist what's going to happen next right?"

"Oh, no. I'm going to try to take care of myself, I'm an adult and I'm sure he can take care of me too, if he likes it, he'll respect my decision."

"Then you like him?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Liked it?"

"Yes. But I hope he can embrace Islam like me so that our future is clear."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Wow. A Gisele ends up falling in love with a man, and it's Ricardo the most handsome billionaire in Indonesia, probably in the world, because indeed he's very handsome."

"Hem." I grinned, and we both giggled.

"Is that a new shirt?" he asked, and I let him know all the details that happened.

"He really didn't do anything?" he asked while making his favorite orange juice.

"No, ....! and I'm glad he appreciates me."