His Purpose
101. Come Back's

"Sir." Nick glanced at Gibran carefully.

"Leave it."

"okay."

Secretly Nick looked at his master from the rearview mirror. He had just picked up Gibran at the airport when he was informed by the mansion of Maria's visit with someone.

"Wasn't that woman our partner?" Suddenly Nick remembered something.

"Hm."

Gibran knows. I don't know what's on Gibran's mind right now. Behind her calm face she always washed away.

"Master wants to stop by somewhere first?"

Gibran thought for a moment, and then he asked. "Did Mary want anything?"

"I don't know. Sir want me to ask you?"

"Hm."

Nick rushes to Martha to get answers. Shortly after, he dropped his phone and looked at Gibran.

"The lady doesn't want anything, sir."

Gibran.

"Yes," he said later.

Nick could feel a hint of disappointment in Gibran's voice though faintly. Nick knew the last few days his master was very miserable. Usually the Madam would be so spoiled asking for this that. But now let alone whining, she never even contacted her husband even if they were far apart.

Even so sometimes Nick feels funny and wants to laugh. Alongside Maria who tried hard to avoid Gibran, the woman secretly longed for her master. Nick saw for himself how often Mary was sneaking into Gibran's room. Gibran also must know because most likely the man saw it from CCTV connected directly to the tab.

"Sir, regarding the company Adibrata ..."

"Just be wild. As long as they don't ask for help, why should we bother?"

Nick swallowed his sentence. He refocused on the steering wheel while occasionally glancing at Gibran at the back.

"But ... He was your in-law," his great-grandson later.

Gibran sighed diverting his attention from the tablet. "As long as Maria doesn't lack anything, what should I worry about?"

Grimacing small, Nick chose not to speak anymore. The fact is Gibran doesn't care about anyone but Maria. Gibran's world was about that woman. From the first time Nick worked with Gibran, the man had been like a madman and often ordered absurd things.

Like he had to report Mary's information once a week. Or Nick who had to suddenly fly to Indonesia to teach a lesson to men who like Maria.

He thought Gibran had quit his madness when Mary finally dated Gabriel. But Nick was wrong. Gibran was even desperate to change citizenship and marry the woman with all the preparations that Nick did not know before.

What Nick thought of Gibran at the time. Yes, Gibran is a demon. A young man who can do whatever he wants. And as if the universe supports all always goes according to its will.

But of all things Gibran is a great and honorable man in Nick's eyes. Without Gibran, Nick is just a kid who works to pay the debts of his parents, especially his father who is a gambler.

"Please, Sir."

They arrived at the mansion shortly afterwards. Gibran lowered his leg as one of the guards opened the door.

Martha greeted him in the lobby. Gibran entered while removing the coat which was immediately taken over by Nick.

"Master hasn't had breakfast yet. Come, we've prepared Mr.'s favorite menu."

"Where's mary?"

Martha commented with a smile, "She's in her room, sir."

"Eat already?"

"Just now Madam's eating fruit salad."

Gibran nodded in satisfaction. "Goodle. She still refuses to drink milk?"

They continued walking to the dining room.

"For animal food Madam is still in trouble, sir."

Breath came out of Gibran's mouth. "OKAY. At least he ate," he murmured softly.

Gibran could have imposed the will as he always did. But rather than anyone else, he could not intimidate Maria with his will.

"He must have felt disgusted to the point of having trouble eating" Gibran murmured in solitude. Just this time he really felt guilty after killing people.

***

"Mrs, sir just got home. You don't want to see him?"

"Do I have to?" Maria sounded indifferent. He refocused on the books he read and ignored Laura.

Quietly Laura sighed seeing Mary's indifference. Yesterday the woman often awaited information from Nick, now even acting apathetic.

"It's 10 p.m. Does the madam want me to stay again?"

"You don't want to?"

Laura stammered. "A-Ah .. not so. It's just ..."

"Here you go, you better make me green tea."

Laura bit her lip for a moment, "Alright."

He left Mary alone in the room. Laura hurried down to the kitchen to make the green tea that Maria asked for.

Just as Laura was returning to the third floor, Laura found Gibran standing at the door of the mistress' room. The man looked. "He hasn't slept?"

"Not yet, Sir. He is reading."

Gibran's eyes went down looking at the cup in Laura's hand. "Give it to me" he said, taking over the cup.

"But, Mr ..."

"Go."

Laura looked down, "Okay, sir."

He turned around while squeezing a finger. It's not that big to be able to fight Gibran. Laura just hope that Maria is okay and the relationship between the two gets better.

Gibran was silent for a moment, before his hand stretched out pushing the giant double door. He had given Mary enough time, Gibran could no longer stall for opportunities.

If left too long fear of stretch can no longer be glued together.

"Do you make tea or make coffee? Why so long?"

Maria thinks the one who just came in was Laura. His position against the door made Mary unaware of Gibran's presence. Although for a moment he had time to peck because his sense of smell caught something familiar. But he immediately shook his head, maybe it was from Gibran perfume that he sprayed all over the room. However ...

"Sorry."

Deg.

Mary's heart stopped for a moment. He was aghast as a hand stretched out from behind, placing a cup of green tea on top of the book that Mary was holding. Maria's reflexes held her back from falling.

One kiss came next to the ear. "I'm sorry for making you wait" whispered Gibran, who made Maria freeze.

His breathing rhythm even increased. Gibran's hand that was coiled around his shoulder seemed to imprison Mary to be unable to just move.

Gibran sniffed Mary's hair with his eyes closed. "Mmc ... I really miss this scent .." whispered sensually.

Maria gulped. It took a while for him to muster up the courage to pull Gibran over.

"Let go" whispered Mary sharply.

But Gibran was stubborn. He did not even slightly loosen his embrace, making Maria climb black and unknowingly drop the cup until it broke into the floor.

Prangs!

Both could be glued. They both stared at the cup that was now smashed into pieces on the marble. Truly, Mary did not mean to be that impulsive. It was purely unintentional.

Gibran thinks otherwise. Gibran thought Mary was so angry that she touched him. Slowly Gibran took off his embrace, then held his body awkwardly beside Maria.

"Sorry" said the man.

Maria did not say, she was still surprised to be unable to digest the situation. Until finally Gibran crouched down to pick up a piece of glass and raised Maria's leg to bend in the chair. "Be careful. Don't put your foot down, let me clean it first."