Your hijab warms me

Chapter 5 Can't Be Immune to His Appearance

Thinking all about it and I Leaned on one of the steel pillars of the building, disregarding the surrounding people, I tried to calm myself down and gather my thoughts. I shook my head. What the hell happened to me? Gradually my heart stabilized at its regular rhythm, and I was able to breathe normally again. I'm heading for the car.

When in the middle of my trip home, I started to feel stupid and embarrassed as I replayed the interview in my mind. Surely, I overreacted to something imaginary (dreaming). Okay, so he's very attractive, confident, commanding, comfortable with himself, but on the other hand, he's arrogant, and for all his perfect behavior, he's, he is autocratic (a leadership style in which a leader has complete control to determine policies and procedures, decide what goals to achieve, and direct and supervise all organizational activities, without the participation of the subordinates), and he was also cold.

I involuntarily goosebumps and my blood flow feels to flow faster until it feels in my back. He may be arrogant, but then he has the right to it, he has achieved a lot at such a young age. I'm a little upset that Rahma didn't give me a short biography.

During the journey, my mind wandered. I was really confused about what made someone so driven to succeed. Some of his answers were very vague, as if he had a hidden agenda.

And Rahma's question,...ugh! About Adoption and asking if he g*y! I can't believe I said that. I swallowed and felt uncomfortable. Every time I think about that question in the future, I will cringe in embarrassment. You fucked me Rahma Susilawati !

I checked the speedometer. I drive more carefully than I normally do. And I knew it was the memory of two sharp blue eyes staring at me, and a loud voice telling me to drive carefully.

Shaking my head, I realized that Ricardo was more like a man twice his age.

Forget it, Gisele I scolded myself. I decided that overall, it was a very interesting experience, but I should not think about it. Let everything pass. I don't need to see her again. I turned on the MP3 player and hardened the volume, sat down, and listened to the Nisyasa'bian prophet's prayer and calmed my oscillating heart as a Handsome CEO Ricardo The Cafrio, stomped while pressing the gas pedal.

We live in an apartment close to campus, one of the famous campuses in Bandung. I was lucky that Rahma's parents bought the place for her, and I paid the rent, because it's not nice to just stay for free, even though Rahma was my best friend. When he decided to be independent he knew that life outside the house was very hard but he was a very tenacious person. Well, at least he's got a mini-disc. Hopefully I don't need to elaborate any further than what was said during the interview.

"Giseles! You're back." Rahma sat in our living room, surrounded by books. He was obviously studying for the final exam, although he was still wearing pink pajamas decorated with beautiful little flowers, looking at the flowers on his shirt, I remembered that for a moment my heart flowered only because of its perfect face. He tied me up and hugged me hard.

"I'm starting to worry. I was expecting you back sooner."

"Oh, I think I'm having fun considering the interview's over." I waved the mini-disc recorder at him.

"Gisele, thank you so much for doing this. I owe you, oh yeah, by the way, what's he like?" Oh no, here it is, Rahma Susilawati Inquisition.

I struggled to answer his question. What can I say?

"I'm glad it's over, and I don't have to see her again. He's kind of intimidating, you know." I shrugged my shoulders.

"He was very focused, even intense, and young. Very young."

Rahma looked at me innocently. I frowned at him.

"Don't you look so innocent. Why don't you give me a biography? He made me feel like a fool for racing against basic research." Rahma clamped her hands to her mouth.

"Astagfirullah Gisele, I'm sorry, I didn't expect."

i'm riled.

"Mostly he is polite, formal, a little stuffy, like he is old before his time. He did not speak like a twenty year old man. How old is he really?"

"Twenty-seven. Gisele I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I was freaking out. Give me the mini-disc, and I'll start copying the interview."

"You look better. Did you eat your soup?" asku, want to change the subject.

"Yes, and it tastes good as always. I feel so much better, I also did not forget to concoct cough potions, lime plus soy sauce, as you say." He smiled at me with gratitude. I checked my watch

"Gisele, you'll be exhausted.!"

"I'll be fine. See you soon."

I've been working in the Unisoviet since I was in Bandung. This is the largest independent hardware store in Bandung, and during the four years I worked here, I came to know quite a bit about almost everything we sold, albeit ironically, I suck at any craft. All that I leave to my father. I was much more like a girl curled up with a book in a comfortable chair by the fire. I was happy to be able to make a shift, because it gave me something to focus myself on and not think about Ricardo The Cafrio anymore. We were busy, and a lot of people were redecorating their homes. Mrs Selfi is happy to see me.

"Giseles! I thought you weren't coming today."

"My appointment didn't take as long as I thought. I can do it for a few hours."

"I'm really happy to see you."

He sent me to the warehouse to start refilling the shelves, and I was immediately absorbed in the task.

After returning from the store I went home and saw Rahma wearing headphones and working on her laptop.

His nose was still pink, but his teeth were making up stories, so he concentrated and typed quickly.

I was completely exhausted by the long journey, the grueling interview, and the rush at the store. I slumped onto the couch, thinking about the essay I had to finish and all the lessons I hadn't finished today because I was stuck with.

"You got some good stuff here, Gisele. Nice work. I can't believe you didn't accept his offer to take you around. He obviously wants to spend more time with you."

He glanced at me in confusion.

My face flushed red, and my heart rate somehow increased. That's not the reason, of course he just wanted to take me around so I could see that he was the master of everything he surveyed. I realize I bit my lip, and I hope Rahma doesn't notice. But he seemed engrossed in his transcript.

"I heard what you meant by formal. Did you make notes?" she asked.

"Um .. No, I didn't."

"It's okay. I can still make a good article with this. Too bad we don't have some real photos. That's a handsome snob, isn't it?"

Rahma said a little bit to me.

"I think so." I tried so hard to sound disinterested, and I think I made it.

"Oh, come on, Gisele, even you can't be immune to her looks." He curled his perfect brow at me.

It's bullshit! I distract him with flattery, always a good tactic.

"You'll probably get more out of him."

"I doubt, Gisele come on, he practically offered you a job. Given that I pasted this on you at the last minute, you did really well." He looked at me speculatively. I hurriedly retreated to the kitchen.