Your hijab warms me

Chapter 4 Your Addiction

"Where were we, Miss Anastasya?"

Oh, he called me back formally 'Miss Anastasya' hmmm.

"Please don't let me dissuade you from anything, I'm curious about you. I think it's fair." Her blue eyes lit up with curiosity. This is nonsense . Where the hell's he going? He placed his elbow on the arm of the chair and placed his fingers in front of his mouth. His mouth is very disturbing. I swallowed spit

"gulp" and bowed my head.

"Not much to know" I said, blushing again.

"What are your plans after graduation?"

I shrugged, flung by his interest. Maybe I'll go to Central Jakarta with Rahma, find a place, find a job. I haven't really thought about what I'm going to do after graduation.

"I haven't made any plans yet, Mr. Cafrio. I just need to finish my final exam."

Which I should have learned for now rather than sitting in your magnificent, sterile office, feeling uncomfortable under your sharp gaze.

"We are running an excellent internship program here" he said slowly. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Did he offer me a job?

"Oh. I'll remember that" I whispered, completely confused.

"Although I'm not sure I'll fit in here." Oh naw. I looked up and said it out loud.

"Why did you say that?" He tilted his head to one side, curious, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" She doesn't know who I am, and I'm not a blonde, the average person who works here is all westerners, their hair is all blonde.

"For me it is not so," he murmured. His gaze was intense, all the humor was gone, and the strange muscles deep in my stomach suddenly tightened. I took my eyes off her surveillance and stared blindly at my knotted fingers. What happened I have to go now. I leaned forward to pick up the recording device.

"Do you want me to take you around?" she asked.

"I'm sure you're too busy, Mr. Cafrio, and my journey is far away."

"You're driving back to Bandung?" He sounded surprised, actually the distance was not so far anyway, but strangely he looked anxious. He glanced out the window. The rain started to fall.

"Well, you better drive carefully." His tone was firm, authoritative. Why should he care? I think confused

"Did you get everything you need?" he added.

"Yes, sir," I replied, packing the recording device into my bag. His eyes narrowed, speculative.

"Thank you for the interview, Mr. Cafrio."

"I'm also happy to be able to talk to you" he said, as polite as ever.

When I got up, he stood up and extended his hand.

"Until we meet again, Miss Anastasya." And it sounds like a challenge, or a threat, I'm not sure which one. I frowned. When will we meet again? I greeted him by holding my hands together in front of my chest, I could not shake his hand because it was forbidden in my religion, because we were not muhrim, I was surprised there was still an odd current between us. That must be my nerve.

"Mr Cafrio." I nodded at him. Moving with agile athletic elegance to the door, he opened it wide.

"Just make sure you make it through the door, Miss Anastasya." He gave me a small smile.

Clearly he was a bit of a bully of me who had tripped when I entered his study.

"Do you have an umbrella?" Mr. Cafrio asked.

"Yes." Yeah." I answered briefly.

Mr. Cafrio put his hand on my shoulder for a moment.

"Sorry sir, don't touch me!"

I was a little bit snapping at him, though,

"I'm sorry that I don't understand your religion that forbids it" he looked a little sorry.

His long index finger pressed the elevator button, and we stood waiting awkwardly.

The door opened, and I rushed desperately to escape. I really need to get out of here. As I turned to look at her, she leaned against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He's really very, very handsome. It's intrusive. His glowing blue eyes looked at me.

"Gisele," he said as a farewell.

"Ricardo," I replied. I accidentally muttered loudly again. Fortunately, the door was closed.

My heart's pounding. Could this be what we call love?

Islam views love as a human nature, so there is a Quranic verse about love that explains it.

The Quran has mentioned the word love up to 93 times. The word is written both in the form of past verbs, present and future verbs.

All of these forms have a purpose, and teach humans that the feeling of love is part of human nature. This explanation is even mentioned in the hadith of the Prophet Muhammad SAW.

In Islam, love is not only interpreted as a fitrah in a global form. But also hablumminalah or love of God and ablumminan ill-fated or love of fellow men.

In order to better understand about love according to Islam, it is good to know the Quran about love, such as:

"And all things We created in pairs that you may remember the greatness of Allah,” (QS Adz-Dzaariyat: 49)

Prophet Muhammad SAW has set an example to his people to spread love and compassion based on Allah SWT, and in it there is piety and obedience.

After knowing the Quran about love, here is one of the hadiths from the Prophet Muhammad about love and love.

From ‘Aisha he said: I have never felt jealous of the wives of the Prophet of SAW except for Siti Khadijah, even though she did not live while with me. Once, one day, when the Prophet of Islam SAW slaughtered a goat, he said: ‘Give some mutton to the friends of Khadijah! ‘ then I am angry with the Prophet while saying: Khadijah?” Then he replied: “Truly I have truly been endowed with the love of Khadijah,” (HR Muslim)

"For the sake of the Soul which my soul holds in its grasp. You will not go to heaven until you believe, and you will not (perfectly) believe until you love each other,” (HR Muslim)

The elevator arrived on the first floor, and I rushed out as soon as the door opened, tripping once, but luckily not sprawled on the clean sandstone floor. I walked out of the office through the big glass door, and raising my face, I welcomed the cool, refreshing rain. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, purifying, trying to recover what was left of my balance.

If the Prophet of Allah shallallahu 'alaihi wasallam saw rain, then he prayed: 'ALLAHUMMA SHAYYIBAA NAAFI'AA (O Allah, make this rain useful) '." This hadith was also corroborated by Al Qasim bin Yahya of 'Ubaidullah, and narrated also by Al Auza'i and 'Uqail of Nafi'."

No man has ever influenced me the way Ricardo the Cafrio did. And maybe it was his good looks that became opium. The rest I can't understand why.

Whether it was his appearance, his Decency, his Wealth, or his Strength. I don't understand my irrational reaction.

I took a deep breath.

"haaaaaaaaah...."