His Purpose
102. Storm Closer

Mary silently watched Gibran. The man painstakingly collected shards of shard on the floor, wiping away the tea spills using a small towel he had taken from the bathroom.

Gibran really made sure the floor was clean and safe. He even rubbed his own hands to detect the remaining glass powder.

"Safe" he muttered with a smile. He looked up at Mary who was still in her place.

"Sorry, you failed to drink tea. Shall I make it again?"

"Ti-No need. I'm going to sleep."

Gibran's attitude really made him nervous. Maria was stricken with awkwardness, she did not know how to deal with her own husband.

Though clearly Mary was wrong, why did Gibran apologize?

"Yes already. Let's go to sleep." Gibran rose up to lead Mary to bed.

Maria held her body. "What do you want?"

Gibran frowned, "You want to sleep, right?"

"A-I .. I want to sleep alone," his great-grandson dared not look at Gibran.

Seeing Maria's rejection, Gibran fell silent. The atmosphere became silent before then Gibran nodded with a voluntary smile. "I just want to help you."

Gibran did not expect more to sleep in one bed with Maria, while their relationship is still quite tenuous. It's just that Gibran's heart felt stifled to find the doubtful and fearful look that Mary was trying to hide.

Was he that scary in Mary's eyes?

"Come?"

Maria did not refuse as Gibran took her lying on the bed. The man covered her, rubbed her hair and ensured the stability of the room warmers.

Just as Gibran was about to kiss her on the forehead, Mary shriveled half her face into the pillow. That made Gibran stop immediately. Maria's response inevitably made Gibran pull himself back and smile.

For this time he had to be satisfied with just brushing his hair. "Sleep."

Gibran turned and turned towards the door. Not to forget he brought with him the broken cup before he came out.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Maria opened her eyes slowly. His eyes stared at the void Gibran had left behind. Is his attitude too excessive? He's just scared. Gibran is now manipulative in his eyes.

Don't psychopaths know the meaning of love? Then what has Gibran felt about him all this time?

I do not know how long Mary slept in sleep, until finally she was awoken by a lightning strike outside the window. Maria sat up. He again lay squeezing his blanket firmly to ease the anxiety.

It sounds outside in the rain. Surely after this the beautiful balcony will fall apart. Mary frowned trying to close her eyes again, but it turned out that sleepiness was so difficult to reach.

The sky seemed to be waging war with thunder, it felt like space was about to sweep through the air and crash itself into the plains of the earth. The shock took away Mary's heart rate.

Maria couldn't stand it. He wakes up to reveal a blanket about to press a button next to the nightstand, intending to call Laura. But all that he did not do because surely it would be very difficult for Laura in the midst of heavy rain like this.

He did not want to hear the news of a servant being struck by lightning at night to fulfill the employer's call.

Mary looked towards the door. He thought for a moment before deciding to go out. The only thing he thought of was Gibran's room.

Mary pulled the double door open. The feet that were originally about to swing were now glued in place.

Mary saw the figure of Gibran standing in the hallway staring at the window. The man looked up to Maria. He was not at all afraid to watch the storm out there.

What the hell is he doing?

Maria gulps. He intended to pull his foot back inside, but stopped when suddenly Gibran turned his body facing right towards him.

Unknowingly Mary flinched. His body froze just because their sight met.

"You awake?"

"A-i ... W-Good night!"

Almost Mary closed the door if the lights did not suddenly go out, making Mary shocked to involuntarily scream running her legs out.

He hit the body of Gibran who had been standing in front of the room. The man immediately grabbed him trying to calm him down. "Calm down. It's just the lights off, you don't have to panic. There I am here."

Mary tried to calm her breath. She was so afraid that she did not notice her body until she broke out in sweat.

"Let's go in and sleep again" Gibran said.

Mary squeezed out the satin pajamas Gibran was wearing. Gibran realized Mary's heartbeat was rising because of this. His body was even trembling.

Gibran therefore hugged Mary more gently, hoping that she would feel comfortable and that her anxiety would subside.

"Sstt .. let's go to sleep."

Mary complied as Gibran led her into the room. The man took her lying down and covered her like that. Gibran also turned on the phone flashlight and placed it on the edge of the nightstand.

Gibran sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the child's hair blocking Maria's face while smilingly looking at the woman inside. Moreover, Maria's hand seemed reluctant to take it off. Either consciously or unconsciously he grasped Gibran's arm too tightly, as if afraid to leave.

"Don't worry. I'm not leaving you" Gibran said half a whisper.

Maria looks embarrassed. He pulled his hand from Gibran's arm, but stopped as the man held him.

"Let it be like this." Gibran turned to hold Maria's hand. Their fingers intertwined, channeling a warm that unknowingly made Mary feel calm.

They were long silent in silence. Surprisingly, the lightning that struck no longer made Maria feel threatened. Is this because of Gibran?

Suddenly the man said, "You can be afraid of anything. But please don't be afraid of me. I'm really begging for this."

Gibran lowered his hand to Maria. "While hundreds of lives wish to be wiped out, the only person I hope to stand beside me to the end is you."

"Your life is my life. If I hurt you, it means I hurt myself."

Silent. Did Gibran realize his fear?

Gibran looks so serious. Mary found no lies in her eyes.

He doesn't know what to do except to be quiet. Gibran rubbed his thumb on the back of Mary's hand.

Subtly. Until then Mary realized something strange.

Mary takes over Gibran's hand and flips his palm. It cringes. "This ... why?"

A cut stretched long enough. Maria looked up demanding an answer.

Gibran grimaced without a sound. It was a scar as he fought against Otoniel's men.

"It's nothing. I fell off the bike and accidentally touched a sharp object."

Maria squinted in disbelief. Does that make any sense?

As if not enough, his eyes also caught another wound on Gibran's forehead. When he woke up. "Is this also due to a fall from the motor?"

Gibran nodded, "Right. Already, you don't have to worry. Go to sleep."

Mary held Gibran's hand which was about to push him to lie down. "Does falling off a motor also cause bruises in the jaw?"

Despite the dim condition, Mary's vision was still clear enough to notice the bruising around Gibran's face.

Why did Maria realize now, when they had been together for a while?