Your hijab warms me

Chapter 7 The Subconscious I Can't Lie

My heart almost fell out of shock.

"Miss Gisele, Hi, what a pleasant surprise." His gaze was unshakable and intense.

This was completely unexpected, the person who was always on my mind suddenly appeared before me.

What's he doing here with his disheveled hair and outdoor clothes in beige knitted sweaters, jeans, and play shoes? The first time I saw him wearing clothes other than office clothes, but strangely his good looks even more perfect.

It seemed like my mouth was open, and I was unable to synchronize my brain and mouth.

"Mr Cafrio" I whispered, because that's all I can do.

There was a ghostly smile on his lips and his eyes lit up with humor, as if he was enjoying the present state which was like a joke to him.

"I'm in the area, oh right this is outside the office so the language is relaxing, huh? You and I" he said as an explanation.

"I need to keep some stuff.

Nice to see you again, Miss Gisele." Her voice was warm and hoarse like a caramel hot chocolate.

I shook my head to gather my wits. My heart was pounding like that and my blood was flowing quickly and for some reason I blushed in embarrassment under his supervision.

I was completely thrown when I saw him standing in front of me. My memories of him don't make it fair. He's not just handsome he's the epitome of good looks, dazzling, and he's here.

Here at the Unisoviet Hardware Store. Eventually my cognitive function recovered and reconnected with the rest of my body.

"How can I help you, Mr Cafrio?"

He smiled, and once again it seemed like he knew a big secret. It's very confusing.

Taking a deep breath, I put on my work uniform that has worked in this store for many years. I can do this.

"There are some things I need. First of all, I want a cable tie," he murmured, his blue eyes cold but amused.

Cable fasteners?

"We provide various length sizes. Can I show you?" I muttered, my voice soft and wavy.

The slightly pouted mister cafrio's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Please. Lead the way, Miss Gisele," he said. I tried to be indifferent as I came out from behind the counter, but I was really concentrating hard on not falling for my own feet, my legs suddenly becoming robot-like.

I was so happy that I decided to wear my best jeans this morning. So I won't fall like the other day in front of him.

"They're in the electrical appliances section, hallway eight." My voice is a little too bright. I glanced at him and immediately regretted it. Crazy, he's handsome.I blushed.

"After you" he murmured, gesturing with his long, well-groomed hand.

With a heart that almost choked me, because it was in my throat trying to get out of my mouth I headed to one of the hallways to the electric part. Why is he in Bandung?

Why would he be in this little Unisoviet shop?And from a very small, underutilized part of my brain probably at the bottom of the abyss and I have a wish in my subconscious: he's here to see you Gisele. Impossible! I immediately rejected it.

Why would this handsome, strong, and polite but arrogant man want to see me? The idea made no sense, and I kicked it out of my head.

"Are you here on business?" I asked, and my voice was too high, like my finger was pinned on a door or something.

Try to be cool Gisele! Surely if you are dealing with it often becomes wrong behavior...

"I visited the agriculture division in Bandung. I'm currently funding some research there in crop rotation and soil science" he said without further ado.

See it? He's not here to meet you, my subconscious is sneering at me, loud, proud, and pouting. I blushed because of my stupid mind.

"All the planned parts are the way to your world?" I tease.

"Something like that," he admitted, and his lips formed a half smile.

His fingers traced the various packages displayed, and for some inexplicable reason, I had to look away. He leaned over and picked a package.

"It's enough" he said with a very secretive smile, and I blushed.

"Is there anything else?"

"I want tape."

The tape?

"Are you redecorating?" Those words came out before I could stop him.

Surely he hires workers or has staff to help him decorate?

"No, not redecorating" she said quickly and then grinned, and I had a strange feeling that she was laughing at me.

Do I look funny to her?

"Through here," I muttered embarrassedly. "The tape is in the decoration hallway."

I glanced behind me as he followed.

"You've been working here a long time?" His voice was low, and he looked at me, his blue eyes concentrating hard. I blushed even brighter. Why does he have this effect on me?

I felt like I was fourteen, as usual, and out of place. Look ahead Gisele!

"Four years," I murmured as we reached our destination. To distract myself, I grabbed down and picked out the two widths of tape we provided.

"I took that one," Ricardo said gently as he pointed to the wider cassette, which I gave him.

Our fingers touched very briefly, and the current was there again, electrocuting me like I was touching an open cable.

I gasped involuntarily as I felt it, all the way to a dark and unexplored place, deep within my stomach. Desperately, I looked for my balance.

"Is there anything else?" My voice is hoarse and breathing. His eyes widened a little.

"Roves, I guess." His voice is similar to mine, hoarse.

"This way." I lowered my head to hide my repeated red hue and headed into the hallway.

"What kind are you looking for? We have synthetic and natural filament rope...

cable-wire..." I stopped looking at his expression, his eyes darkened. Gosh darn.

"Please, I'll take five yards from the natural filament rope."

Quickly, with trembling fingers, I measured a distance of five yards with a fixed ruler, realizing that his hot blue gaze was on me.

I dare not look at him. Can I be more self-conscious? Taking Stanley's knife out of the back pocket of my jeans, I cut it up and rolled it neatly before tying it to a living knot.

Miraculously, I managed not to let go of a single finger with my knife.

"Are you a girl scout?" his tan, sculpted, sensual lips curved amused. Don't look at his mouth!

"Regular group activity is not my favorite, Mr. Cafrio"

He arch his eyebrows.

"What do you like, Gisele?" she asked, her voice soft and her secret smile back.

I looked at him unable to express myself. I'm shifting plate tectonics. Try and be calm, Gisele, my tormented subconscious pleads with bent knees.

"Book," I whispered, but inside, my subconscious screamed: You! You are the thing I like !