Your hijab warms me

Chapter 8 I'm Glad You Interviewed Me

I instantly slapped my subconscious, I was embarrassed because my soul had an idea above its position.

"What book?" He tilted his head to one side. Why is he so interested?

"Oh, you know. The ordinary. Especially the book Romance."

He rubbed his chin with his index finger and long thumb at the thought of my answer.

Or maybe he was very bored and tried to hide it.

"Is there anything else you need?" I have to get out of this talk, the fingers on that face are so dazzling.

"I don't know. What else would you recommend?"

What would I recommend? I don't even know what you're doing.

"For the one who does it himself?"

He nodded, his blue eyes living with evil humor.

My face flushed red, and my eyes by themselves turned to her fitting jeans. Astaghfirullah controls your mind Gisele.

"Shirt" I replied, and I knew I was no longer filtering what was coming out of my mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, amused, again.

"You don't want to ruin your clothes," I pointed faintly towards her jeans.

"I can always take it off." He grins.

He really is a crazy guy..!

"Ms." I turned my face to try to take my eyes off maybe in his religion it's normal but for my religion it's not allowed before marriage, if it wasn't for my job I wouldn't want to be in this little hallway with him either.

"I'll take some cover all. Don't let me ruin any clothes" he said flatly.

I tried and ignored her unwanted self-image without jeans.

"Do you need anything else?" I squeaked as I gave her the blue shirt.

He ignored my question.

"How's the article?"

He ended up asking normal questions, away from all the insinuations and confusing double talk.

I held it tight with two hands as if it were a life raft, and I chose honesty.

"I didn't write it, Rahma wrote it I mean Miss Susilawati. My roommate. He's very happy with that. He was the magazine's editor, and he was devastated that he couldn't do an interview in person."

I felt like I was showing up and being free in the air, a normal topic of conversation.

"The only worry is that he doesn't have your real photos."

Ricardo raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of picture does she want?"

Okay. I don't take this response into account. I shook my head, because I didn't know.

"Well, I exist. Tomorrow, maybe.." he fell silent.

"You willing to attend the photo shoot?"

My voice is shrill again. Rahma would be in the seventh heaven if I could do this. And you'll probably see it again tomorrow, that dark spot at the bottom of my brain that whispers teasingly to me.

I dismissed the thought, of all my ridiculous thoughts, that was ridiculous...

"Rahma would love to, if we could find a photographer." I was so happy, I smiled at him.

Her lips opened, like taking a sharp breath, and she blinked. For a split second, he somehow looks lost, and the Earth shifts slightly on its axis, tectonic plates shifting to new positions.

Maddened.... Ricardo's performance really melted me.

"Tell me about tomorrow." Groping his back pocket, he took out his wallet.

"okay." I grinned at him. Rahma will be pleased.

"Gisele..!!"

Raka had appeared at the other end of the hallway. He's the youngest brother of the owner of this shop.

I heard he came home from France, but I didn't expect to see him today.

"Eh, excuse me for a second, Mr. Cafrio."

Mr. Cafrio frowned as I turned away from him.

"Eh, excuse me for a second, Mr. Cafrio." Mr. Cafrio frowned as I turned away from him.

Raka has always been a friend, and in the weird moments I had with rich, powerful, interesting and crazy Ricardo controlling someone who was amazingly attractive, it was nice to talk to someone who was normal. Raka saluted me.

"Assalamualaikum Gisele, nice to meet you!"

"Waalaikumussalam Raka, how are you? You're home for your brother's birthday?"

"Yes. You look healthy, Gisele" She grinned as she observed me at close range. It was nice to see Raka, but she was always too familiar.

As I glanced at Ricardo he noticed us like an eagle, his blue eyes were so sharp and looked like there was a burning fire in his eyes, his mouth forming a hard line with no expression.

He went from being an attentive customer to someone else, someone cold and distant.

"Raka, I'm with a customer. Someone you should meet," I said, trying to assuage the antagonism I saw in Ricardo's eyes.

I invited Raka to meet him, and they weighed each other. The mood suddenly became gripping.

"Eh, Raka this is Ricardo The Cafrio, Mr. Cafrio, this is Raka Unisoviet. The youngest brother owns this place." And for some irrational reason, I felt I had to explain more.

"I've known Raka since I worked here, even though we rarely met. He came back from France to study business administration." I'm babbling...Never mind Gisele not babbling on you! Say me in my heart.

"Unisoviet Master." Ricardo stretched out his hand, his gaze unreadable.

"Mr Cafrio" Raka returned her handshake.

"Wait are you Ricardo the Cafrio House entrepreneur?" Raka went from sour to enchanted in less than a nano second.

Ricardo gave him a polite smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Wow, is there anything I can give you?"

"Miss Gisele has met my needs, Mr. Unisoviet. He's very considerate." His expression was expressionless, but his words seemed like he was saying something else altogether. It's disconcerting.

"Cool" answered Raka

"See you later, Gisele"

"Sure, Raka" I saw her disappear into the stock room.

"There's more I can help you with, Mom. Blue-eyed?"

"Quite these things" His tone was cut and cool. Did I offend him? Taking a deep breath, I turned around and headed towards the cashier. What's the problem

I gave the ropes, work clothes, tape, and cable ties at the cashier.

"Please, that's 700,000 rupiah." I glanced at Ricardo, and I wished I hadn't. He watched me closely, his blue eyes sharp and smoky. It's macabre.

"You want a bag?" ask me while taking his credit card.

"Yes please, Gisele." Her words were soft and caressed my name, and my heart once again panicked.

I can barely breathe. In a hurry, I placed the purchase inside a plastic container.

"You're gonna call me if you want me to do a photo shoot?" He does everything based on business. I nodded, unable to say anything more, and returned the credit card.

"good. Then I'll see you tomorrow." He turned to leave, then stopped.

"Oh and Gisele, I'm glad Miss Susilawati can't do an interview because it's meeting you with me"

He smiled, then stepped with a new purpose out of the store, draping a plastic bag over his shoulder, leaving me.