*Jasmine's POV*
"I love the way you are dressed, very honorable," Rabia said praising my niqaab.
Rabia took me to the library, which was usually empty. Benjamin had a smartphone in his hands and was making a call.
He wasn't wearing the formal clothing, he wore a grey suit, which neatly clung to his frame. It seemed to be custom made.
As his eyes met mine. I noticed his blue tie was hanging loose and his white blouse was open, showing some of his chest. He gestured his hand up and down, making clear that unlike Rabia, he did not approve of the way I was dressed.
"Why?!" he mouthed as he eyed me from head to toe and ended the call. "For some woman,a niqaab would help to draw less attention of men, hiding their beauty. But Habibie come on, for heaven sakes, have you ever looked at yourself? Your eyes make every sane man lose his mind, and now that's all they see." Benjamin shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, still staring at me.
