Your hijab warms me

Chapter 26 The Strange Stranger

"I'll punish you when you need it, and it'll hurt."

I think I'm feeling a little lost my consciousness. I drank my tea again.

"Have you ever been beaten?" I asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

Oh. That surprised me. Before I could ask her more about her strange personality, she interrupted my line of thought.

"Let's talk about this in my office. I want to show you something."

It's very difficult to process. Here I foolishly think that he is a good man but he is the craziest man, am I able to change him? Or do I have to give up and find a normal soul mate?

I followed him to his study, a spacious room with a ceiling-high window that opened towards the balcony. He sat down at the table, gestured for me to sit on the leather chair in front of him, and gave me a piece of paper.

"This is the rule. They can change. They are part of the contract, which you can also have. Read this rule and let's discuss."

The rules are very ridiculous, I like being locked in a prison, like the era of jahiliah who traded slaves, not his I made his companion.

But he wants to make me a slave.

Maybe he has no feelings? Or maybe the eyes of his heart have been closed....?

I remember, there was an ustadz who once taught me a ruqyah verse. Is it possible that it could make her normal again? Therefore, I made a plan, not to make him my husband, but I want to help him now so that he can become a normal person.

But if I do it myself, it might not be effective, I have to devise a plan!

"Ricardo I have requirements" I said

"What's that?"

" There's someone I want to invite here, do you allow that?"

" It's good if that's what you want,"

"After this please allow me to calm down, I'm honestly shocked to see the real situation"

" Alright" he looks a little pale maybe he's sorry.

I entered the room he had prepared for me. The room was large, even very large, I immediately took ablution water and performed isha prayers...

After the prayer I begged for directions and prayed

"O Allah, give the servant strength, and guidance, to always be in Your way, and give guidance to Ricardo, show him the right way, the servant wants him to change, I beg you to ease the path that I will pass in front of her aamiin"

I tried to sleep that night but I saw a creepy shadow, a chain shadow that gave me goosebumps.

I read the verses of the Qur'an to be calm, and I fell asleep.

But as my subconscious kept thinking about it, I dreamed of a small candle candle with dim lighting and many chains there, I saw Ricardo in Chain on one of the big trees.

I wanted to call him, but my voice couldn't come out like something was blocking me, after that there was a big, black, hairy man, like a monster, like a monster, he carried a very long whip, the whip was made of iron and there it was seen that the whip was very hot, because it was like iron that had been dipped into embers.

The monster came to Ricardo, he said a word that confused me.

"Replacement.... Enjoy...!"

Then the monster whipped Ricardo very hard, until many times Ricardo screamed in pain.

"Pardon.forget...."

I was eager to get close and help her, but my legs fell silent, I could only stand in a place like a statue.

My tears are dripping.

And I woke up from my sleep.

Astaghfirullah, a very creepy nightmare, I rubbed my face with both my hands.

When the time showed at 2 am, I immediately took the water of ablution and tahajud prayer that night...

The worst night I've ever had in my entire life.

I slept again after that...

A few hours later my alarm clock went off.

It shows the dawn.

I prayed at dawn and hurried to tidy up the room, and prepared to leave.

I died in a memo on the wooden table that looked so fancy, I hid it under a fancy flower vase.

" Let me think about it. Don't lookforme! "

I got out of his apartment and looked for a bus at the terminal, majoring in Jakarta-bandung.

I didn't expect, could experience something like this going on a helicopter, going home on a bus?

Instantly I smiled laughing at the fate that befell me in such a way.

There was a handsome young man laughing.

"Excuse me, are you laughing at me?"

"I find it strange to see a woman as beautiful as you, laughing to myself at the bus terminal so early in the morning."

"Oh" I replied briefly.

"I don't mean rude, but I'm sorry if I offended you" the young man waved his hand in denial, and defended himself.

"Okay, no problem"

"Where are you going so early in the morning?"

"I want to go home."

"What do I mean go home to?"

"Hand"

"I also went back to Bandung, I wanted to meet my parents there, I work in Jakarta, and miss people "

"Oh" I replied.

He's a strange handsome young man, who quickly accustoms himself to strangers.

I feel a little disturbed.

The young man was white, had a sharp nose, like a crossbreed, he was more like a bule, a westerner.

Wearing a t-shirt and stylish like a college boy, with a backpack that he carried on his back.

"You are unique" said the young man.

What is unique about me?

"What?" Ask me.

"There's nothing, but you have some kind of magnet, which catches my attention" she replied.

"Oh" I don't know what he means.

I try not to ignore him.

"I'm sorry to know what your name is?" Ask the young man. Maybe if the name is not something that should be kept secret.

"Gisele Anastasya" I replied.

"A pretty name, like the name of an actress. I'm James happy to meet you beautiful Gisele"

She smiled kindly, I returned a smile to her and then turned my face away from her. He was friendly but I think it was strange, even more so Ricardo who had a crazy hobby for the sake of his pleasure. Ricardo scared me.

James is probably a normal person. But I don't want to be in touch with strangers.

I got on the bus, James followed me too, because the direction we were headed was the same.

I tried to turn my face away from him, I was lazy to say, because Ricardo made my mood very bad.

She was sitting next to me by chance her bus was very full on that day.

It's a good thing there's a barrier between seats so I'm not too awkward.

James became a quiet man, probably because I was indifferent to him he no longer spoke much.

But still he makes me uncomfortable. Along the way he always looked at me, like a painting.

"Please don't keep staring at me!" My growl.

"I want to. But I can't take my eyes off you Gisele, you hypnotize me"

Just this time there was a very strange, and honest man like him. Maybe he's a little face of the wall.