His Purpose
100. One of the Past

"Madam, you're spending more of her perfume." Laura said with ringing.

Maria breathed in lethargy. He has no choice. He wanted to stop but his hand could not be compromised. Suddenly the surrounding air often gives off an unpleasant aroma, and unfortunately only Gibran perfume can overcome the problem.

The sound of birds squeaking down flowed peace. Mary's heart still felt empty. Something seems to be missing in a few days. Maria was not unaware she was always thinking of Gibran. Although her mind was filled with anger, but Mary could not deny that she was comfortable with Gibran.

Perhaps the man did evil to others, but he obviously treated Mary well. Despite the cold, Gibran never once did anything rude or hit him. Only at the beginning of the man often said spicy and upset Maria.

"Laura, did Nick say anything to you?"

"Say what, Madam?"

Actually Laura understood Maria's intentions. But what a hard thing it is to say that he wants to know about you.

"Forget over. Please tell the kitchen the salad is not to use cheese. My stomach's nauseous."

"good. Madam is it okay for me to stay a while?"

"You think I'm a toddler that needs to be looked after?" dumel Mary.

Laura grimaced, "Hehe, the endless mistress likes to disappear suddenly."

"Have there. I'm not going anywhere" Maria shook her hand.

"Promise?"

Maria snorted, "What, the hell, you? Just go, what's so hard, anyway? I told you I wasn't going anywhere."

With a heavy heart and full of worry, Laura came out of Maria's room and rushed down to the kitchen, conveying Maria's message to the chef who was making breakfast.

After Laura's death, Maria looked back at the natural panorama from the balcony. The thick forest across there makes the Gibran mansion seem so remote, but striking simultaneously.

Mary looked down at the perfume Gibran was holding. His fingers gripped the bottle made of glass. "Who are you really? Yesterday's incident made me feel like I had been slapped with the realization that I didn't know you yet" Mary whispered with slightly tightened teeth.

Before long a servant came, "Mrs, there are guests under."

Maria looked over with a frown. "Guests?"

The waiter nodded, "Right. He said he wanted to see the madam."

Though astonished, Mary still rose up to follow the servant. Who's on the table? I don't think Maria is that famous for having guests in a secluded place like this.

They're going downstairs. And Mary was made to look for a moment to see who was sitting in the front room.

"Celine?"

The woman looked up, throwing a small smile at Maria. "Hi, you must be surprised?"

For a few seconds Maria was just shaking with a look of disbelief. He wondered where Celine knew Gibran's residence was practically out of reach. How did Celine get through the tight guard at the main gate?

Maria glanced at the waiter beside her, understanding Maria's gesture the waiter left the two of them.

"I said I was your friend, and they let me in" Celine replied to Maria's curiosity.

Maria's eyes narrowed, not believing Gibran's security to be so weak that he could easily enter a stranger.

Suddenly Celine clucked, "OK. I showed you a picture of us in college, which is why they believed."

Celine flipped the screen of her phone towards Maria. Maria frowned more, she did not remember ever taking pictures of the familiar with the woman who incidentally was her rival.

They are equally prima donna in one of the private universities in Jakarta.

In the shadow of Maria, she had only ever studied in Indonesia, Maria did not know she had ever been a student abroad, precisely America.

"What's looking for me?" ketus Mary.

Celine snorted, "Relax. I have no intention of bothering you, really."

Maria grins. His presence here alone was already very disturbing.

"I just want to see how you are. Your luck is terrible, huh? Caged in the palace like a pathetic princess. Just a bird in a cage. Hahaha ..."

"I'll be pity."

Maria squeezed the dress for a while, trying to withstand the infuriation that immediately lit up.

"That's not necessary. My fate is not as sad as you think. I'm fine, and I'm happy."

"Oh yeah?" Celine looked at Mary from top to bottom. "But what I saw was just the opposite."

"Indeed, your body isn't as clean as it used to be. But ... Your face is very pale. Are you sick?"

Maria squinted with a frown. His eyes looked at Celine strangely.

"Don't misunderstand me. I'm just saying according to the facts."

"Currently, I don't think you're paying attention either."

Maria didn't realize what she said just now was showing her head.

Secretly Celine snorted, she raised her hand, looking at her polished red lentic fingers.

Mary's forehead creased deeper. An offer?

Celine glanced and again made a peck. "Do you have no intention of sitting down at all? Be sitting. Your attitude seems to want to kick me out."

Indeed indeed. Inner Mary.

Lazily Maria stepped towards the sofa, sitting right in front of Celine with her legs crossed. Maria threw away her face unwillingly looking at Celine. This made Celine sneer as well as roll her eyes.

Even so he had no intention of grumbling, Celine did not have time to even comment.

"Are you having trouble in this house?"

"What?"

"Okay, I know. You are not short of food, especially financially. I mean ... do you feel at home living here?"

Mary frowned, "I mean?"

Celine shrugged, "Well, as we know Gibran Wiranata locked you up like a prisoner. It must have made you uncomfortable. You can't meet people, not even family. Am I right?"

Maria looked at Celine flat. Celine's words were not entirely wrong. But if asked Mary is at home or not in this house, the answer is clearly Maria at home. Although lately the mood is somewhat chaotic, but it does not necessarily make Maria forget that Gibran once made her comfortable.

"What's your real purpose? Why are you telling me this?"

Celine raised an eyebrow, smiling. "My destination? I just want to help you."

Maria's coat still looks flat. He was still fumbling about where their conversation was going.

"Help you out of Gibran Wiranata's golden cage," Celine continued, making Mary look up at once.

The woman seemed to be smiling. "Are you ready?"

"It is with pleasure that I will help you. I happen to be going to Jakarta soon. If you want, I can take you back there. Hem?"

"How's it?"

Maria was stunned not knowing what to say. If Celine had offered this a long time ago, when Mary had no taste for Gibran, perhaps without a second thought Mary would have accepted it.

But now, it had been a week that the man had not come home. Instead of wanting to leave, Maria was unknowingly waiting for the man to arrive.

"Why are you offering this kind of thing?" mary asked half flatly.

"Ck, I told you I feel sorry for you."

"liks. You must have certain intentions. Tell me, what's your real purpose?"

Silent. The two women looked at each other with complicated expressions. Also, the story is filled with various meanings.

"Say," press Maria.

Celine sighed, the corner of her lips tilted up as she lifted her back from the sofa. He looked at Mary with a glance.

Seeing Celine who did not speak, Maria also lost her patience. Unfortunately after that his curiosity was not resolved because Laura suddenly came to bring news that Gibran was on his way.

Either Maria should be happy or something. But before leaving, Celine had given him a business card containing an address and phone number. I don't know what Celine's intentions are. That can be thought of lately.

There is currently a more emergency that is the return of Gibran. What should Maria do? Is he ready to meet that guy?

***

Celine looked back for a moment before entering the car, staring meaningfully at the open door of the mansion.

"Miss, will you go now?"

He jerks. "Ah, yes."

Celine immediately entered after opening the door. The car began to slide out of the yard. He opened the phone and made a call to someone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Uncle. I've spoken to Maria, I also gave her a business card."

"good. How's the reaction?"

Celine was silent for a moment, "Come. We are not finished talking. But the maid said Gibran Wiranata was on his way home. So I hurried out."

I heard a breath across there. "Okay, okay. Thanks for your help."

"Together, Uncle."

Phone's closed. Celine stared at her old phone which featured an old photo of Maria and herself.

"If you remember our friendship" he whispered softly.

"For the man. All because of him."

Celine turned her gaze out the window, looking at the beautiful courtyard of the Gibran Wiranata residence which was slowly beginning to be swallowed up in distance. The look looked bright and filled with sadness.

I'll set you free, Maria. Whatever the way.