His Purpose
10. From Paris

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Mary looked at Gibran, who was flipping through a book by the window. His body wrapped in a suit looks aesthetically occupied the window seat. Occasionally his forehead creased faintly. Then turn it over page by page seriously.

While in her place, Maria desperately held back awkwardly. The incident made him embarrassed and did not dare to look at Gibran. Hoping to worry whether Gibran saw his curves clearly or not. If so, Mary now. He lost face in front of the man.

Maria was aghast when Gibran suddenly rose to justify his suit. The book he had read was kept where he had been sitting. Then just step past the faithful Mary.

Is Gibran finished? That's fast.

"Co-Cocco!"

Maria pursed her lips. For whatever he just reflexed.

Gibran stopped his steps and turned his head, looking at Maria as flatly as ever.

"I-That's ... The book wasn't brought?"

She called, so Mary asked. But the question got no response. Gibran was again indifferent. The man ignored Maria and chose to leave.

Nick, who was standing in the doorway, smiled. There was a slight uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"Surely you just need to ascertain the author's name of the book, Madam."

Mary frowned, "Writer means?"

Nick nodded, "Rubber, Madam. There was someone who insisted on meeting you. He recognized himself as the author of the book. That's why you came straight home to make sure."

"That's it," murmured Maria.

Nick smiled as he nodded. "I'm sorry. Come on, Madam."

"Ah, yes." Maria smiled briefly.

But a moment later his forehead shriveled in wonder. If only to ascertain the name of a writer, why Gibran did not tell Nick or other believers. Why did the man bother to go home.

Because Gibran was too diligent, Mary had to bear the shame every time she met the man.

"Mistress?"

"Geez!" Maria was aghast, slightly jumping to the side.

He looked up and clucked at Laura. "Just be surprised," he grumbled.

Laura simply looked at him with blinking eyes. "I'm making the Madam surprised, aren't I?"

Maria breathed in patience. He rolled his eyes to the side. Should something like that be asked by Laura? The answer is clearly in plain sight. Didn't the girl notice her reaction earlier? After all, why did Laura have to whisper like a ghost? Maria was surprised.

"That's it. What's up?"

Laura straightened her body, again taking the perfect attitude the result of her training during being a servant.

"That, Mistress. Madam want to go back for a massage or not?"

"No" answered Mary quickly.

"Why?" ask Laura.

You don't know I almost buried myself in there. Since you are running away without any respect, I must be immersed in a shame that seems like it will be prolonged!

Late in the afternoon, Maria enjoyed tea on the veranda of the room while reading some of the books she had taken from the library.

Accompanied by Laura's snacks, Maria flipped through the booksheets solemnly. Previously Maria thought with Gibran's character as stiff as a dry canoebo, the man's book collection would also be boring as the owner.

It turns out that he was wrong, not just a non-fiction genre, fantasy romance books also adorned the high shelves in the library Gibran. Is that guy a romantic too? Jeez, just by imagining it was amused.

Only one conclusion could Maria accept. The man khilaf included these genres in his book collection list.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Lake in!"

The large-diameter double door opened slowly. The figure of Marta—, Gibran's famous butler, is friendly and motherly.

"Why, Mom?" mary asked in between reading it.

Martha kept a medium-sized box on the table in front of Mary. Sontak Maria looked up with astonished look.

"This is from Madam's father. Mr. Tjandra," explains Marta.

"Papa? Papa's here?" ask Maria enthusiastically.

But his look withered again as Marta shook her head. "No, Mistress. He left it to Mr. Gibran on a service trip outside the city. Reportedly they had met."

"That's it, huh? And I miss Papa very much" Mary murmured.

"Isn't that a few days ago? Ko Gibran didn't go out of town yesterday, did he?"

Marta nodded. "Rubber. The new master asked me to give it to the Madam now. It seems he forgot."

"Oohh ...."

'But he was here. Why not give it directly?' ask Mary in your heart.

Marta pamit out. While Mary began to open the box which she said was from her father. It turns out that it contains the latest branded bag from international brands which reportedly only produced a few in the world.

Maria knows because she follows the development of fashion on several well-known magazine websites.

He took a piece of sticky note tucked in a box. There was the handwriting of the father whom Mary knew very well.

...Papa's out of Paris. Your favorite brand is bringing out a new product. Papa bought it as a gift for you....

...You're good news, aren't you?...

...Otherwise, just remember that Papa's house is always open to you....

...Sorry, Papa can't visit you at this time....

...Greetings & love. Rayan ......

Mary's smile was reflected when she finished reading the message her father had written. His hand outstretched to take Rayan's handbag.

Well-favoured. Maria likes.

He sighed. If his father were here, his day would not be as lonely as it is now. At least, he can often contact even if he is not at home.

But Mary could only imagine.

Maria turned her head to the side, staring at the vast expanse of garden that looked beautiful from the second floor. Gibran's house is a luxury. Even more than his residence in Jakarta. But, this house is covered with cold that often makes Maria shiver.

Silent, silent, especially at night, the servants had their own pavilions. The only automatic left in the mansion was Maria. Covering a gripping silence.

Actually, sometimes he gets scared. Even though the fear ended he was quiet in solitude. Mary could not deny that she longed for warmth.

"Mrs, do you want to take a shower now? It's four o'clock. Great time to soak in warm water."

I don't know when Laura came to interrupt her daydream. Maria looked at the girl. Then in the yellowing sky the sign of the day is already afternoon.

He closed the book he had read. Then keep it on the table, side by side with a luxurious bag given by the father.

"alright. Please prepare the bathroom."

Laura nodded. "By pleasure, Madam!"

The girl rushed into the bathroom. Maria shook her head. The only person who could comfort her in a quiet time was only Laura. Her brilliance is like an oasis in the arid life of Mary.

Although sometimes his innocence and silly attitude often makes Maria upset and upset, but no doubt only Laura who understands her feelings in this house.