His Purpose
103. Gibran's Attempted

Gibran smiled looking at the woman beside him. Mary's sleeping face looked so innocent and pure. Who knew that woman with such a gentle face had once whipped a servant.

Gibran chuckled, he always wanted to laugh whenever he remembered Mary's jealous expression.

"Never change. I like you spoiled" whispered Gibran as he rubbed Mary's hair. His face approached kissing the woman's forehead.

Hugging, Gibran also fell asleep followed to dreamland.

In the morning the kitchen was back in the air. The waiters and chefs gathered in the doorway. Whispering and racing each other looked inside with a curious look.

Maria who had just entered the dining room with Laura was made astonished. He frowned seeing the corridor leading to the kitchen so full and crowded.

"What's this?"

Maria's voice managed to make everyone aghast. They wave at each other to make room for Mary. At once Mary understood what made the place so crowded.

Inside there, Gibran is like a celebrity chef who is loved by many fans.

Maria looked back, glancing one by one the servants who were secretly stealing glances towards the kitchen.

Aih, sucks.

"Are you awake?"

Gibran's voice drew Mary's attention. The man shamelessly threw a resolute smile making the servants there hold their breath. They seemed to forget the face of the angel before him was the man who brutally killed their comrade.

Maybe Gibran is another form of the angel of death.

"Hm" said Maria lazily.

He turned around and preferred to sit in the dining room. There are already pieces of fruit that do not know when to prepare. As Mary remembered when she came here the bowl was not there yet. Maybe Martha or one of the cooks who made it. They're unemployed because Gibran took over the job.

Before long Gibran came to bring a variety of menus aided by servants. Mary watched it in silence. Now the table looks full of Gibran-cooked dishes.

"What is this much food for? Koko knows I can't eat."

Gibran answered while putting one plate on the table. "I'll make sure you eat it all out."

Mary glanced at her husband for a moment, then she sighed without saying anything more. Whatever. Who can resist Gibran's will in this house.

"Eat." Gibran sat down beside Mary. The man again threw a smile. If this continues to be possible the entire mass nosebleed mansion because of his actions.

Maria started picking up one of the menus. At first he just wanted to appreciate Gibran without the slightest hope of swallowing him. Because lately the digestion is very sensitive to refuse all food.

But Maria was made silent. He had just swallowed two fried shrimp flour without any hindrance. Maria frowned, she also just realized not to feel nauseous when she smelled it.

Maria tried another one in the form of processed beef. And the result remains the same, Gibran cuisine can he swallow well.

Seeing that Gibran smiled. "Try this. Fish is great for pregnant women."

He held out a large plate of fish, no matter what looked so delicious. Maria gulped. It's strange, why suddenly his appetite increased so much.

Although initially embarrassed, in the end Mary devoured the fish to the end, leaving only thorns and heads. He even added another menu afterwards.

About five plates of food had already entered Mary's stomach. And Mary still wanted another one even though her hull was already full. Her mouth could not stop chewing, as if revenge because lately Maria rarely ate.

Maria didn't even realize she had emptied almost all the dishes on the table. So he took Gibran and spent it. Whatever Gibran wanted to eat Mary would have taken it.

Gibran was not angry. The man was actually seen enjoying the view of his wife who ate voraciously.

Shortly afterwards Mary leaned back rubbing her stomach fullness. He was not even conscious until the straws. This succeeded in inviting laughter Gibran who immediately wiped the edges of Mary's lips using a fine cloth.

"Where? Delicious, right? I told you you'd spend it all."

"Not everyone. There are still 2 more dishes," ketus Maria who is actually trying to hide the shame.

Maria grumbled in annoyance. He looked everywhere as long as Gibran did not look. That damn guy is really an expert at making his opponent misbehave.

Without them knowing Martha looked at the two with a haru look at once amused. She was moved because Mary finally ate. But Martha is also amused because it turns out that Mary can only eat Gibran cuisine.

"Ah, it paid off already the hunger of the little one in this week," said Laura who was standing next to Martha.

Indeed Gibran only asked the two of them who accompanied in the dining room. Gibran doesn't like too many people.

Martha nodded, "Right. And it seems that only Master can overcome the fussiness of the Madam."

"When that time Madam hated Mister very much" murmured Laura added.

Martha smiled, looking at Laura. "That is the power of a child. No matter how hard his parents tried to dodge, they would still return to the same point. Despite being separated though, the child has always been the liaison for the two to meet."

***

"That's .. who are they?"

Laura looked at Mary. "Oh .. they're the team of architects that Mr. ordered. Mr. Nick can only fulfill it now."

Mary frowned, "Architect? What's for?"

Laura grimaces. It seems Maria forgot her own mistakes.

"It ... golf room that Madam tanami .. reportedly want to make a park."

Maria blinks, "Garden? Aren't there many parks?"

If she didn't remember the courtesy, Laura had already hit Maria earlier. The woman had an expression as if she had no sin.

On the other hand Gibran also seemed helpless if he had to damage and uproot the trees planted by Mary.

Laura remembered the words of the man she had accidentally heard.

"I can't possibly destroy this pine. It's a masterpiece that comes from my son's desire in Mary's stomach. It would be better if just beautified," said Gibran at the time.

Laura remembered very well how Nick's expression that she thought was very silly. The mixture wants to laugh but tries hard to maintain its authority.

"Good afternoon. You must be Madam Wiranata?" A young man suddenly stood before them.

Mary and Laura threw eyes at each other.

"Yes, right. You ..."

"Include me, I'm Ardito. I with the team represent the company top—"

"Sugar, are you here?"

Maria looked back. Nick and Gibran are walking towards them. But Gibran's eyes seemed to draw straight behind Mary.

Impulsively Gibran wrapped his arms around Mary's waist, clutching her tightly as if showing possession.

"Sorry, you and the team must have waited a long time" Gibran said, flat and cold.

"Ah, yes. It's not a problem, sir. We went around looking at the place" replied Ardito kindly.

"Then, let's go there?" added again.

Gibran secretly sends a plot to Nick. This was the first time he was dissatisfied with the performance of his personal assistant.

Of the many architects, why should they be young?