His Purpose
104. Missed Touch [18+]

Maria stared in wonder at Gibran who she thought was very strange. The architect had just left the mansion. They surveyed the land until the afternoon, and during that time Mary saw Gibran's face bent.

The man did not look happy. Every time asked, the answer seems original. I don't know what's wrong with her husband.

Maria follows Gibran into the elevator. The two seemed to be silent to each other, no one took the initiative to open their voices. Seeing Gibran's apathetic attitude Maria became upset herself. And here the angry one is Maria. Why should Gibran be so careless too?

"It sucks," murmured Maria softly.

Given Gibran's keen sense of hearing, it was impossible for the man not to hear. But Gibran was still faithful in his silence, making Mary lose her temper and stomping her feet in annoyance.

"Why's koko, anyway?"

Elevator opens on second floor. Indifferent, Gibran came out leaving Maria who was immediately agape on the spot.

He quickly caught up with Gibran who was walking towards the study. The man stood on the edge of the window, staring out with both hands sinking in his pockets.

"What am I wrong?" ask Mary without further ado.

Gibran remained silent. It really is a test. Why did things suddenly turn around like this?

"Coko's mad at me? What wrong? Why just shut up?" Maria stared fiercely at Gibran's back wrapped in a sweater and shirt.

The man looked unwillingly at Maria.

"I should be angry because Koko killed people."

Unexpectedly Gibran immediately turned to stare at Maria sharply. Maria was surprised.

"At least I'm not interested in other women!"

The man exclaimed with a reddened face. His breathing is heavy. It seems Gibran did hold back the emotions from earlier.

"What does Koko mean? I'm interested in other men, aren't I?"

"You didn't stop staring at him."

Maria's forehead wrinkled. He really didn't understand what Gibran was talking about.

"Watching? Who's staring at who?"

"Ardito."

Silent.

A minute passed until Mary suddenly laughed. He bent down to hold the stomach, making Gibran increasingly wrinkled unhappy with Mary's response.

"What are you laughing at?" ketus Gibran's.

"Shop." Maria seemed to have trouble holding back laughter.

"Is this a joke?"

Maria shook her head, "So since Koko was jealous?"

"Isn't that natural? Which husband isn't jealous to see his wife staring at another man?"

"When am I staring at Mas Ardito?"

"Mass? You even call him Mas?" Gibran is getting windy.

Grimacing softly, Maria scratched her nape doubtfully. "Yes .. she speaks casually. I can't possibly cope with the standard language. Moreover... it turns out we are both from Jakarta."

"Is that a reasonable reason for you being friendly to her?"

Maria's forehead wrinkled, "What's Egypt, anyway? Where'd Koko see me being so friendly?"

Gibran threw away his face, "You always look at him when you talk."

Suddenly Mary felt like she was hearing the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Mary looked at Gibran closely. "Cocco is a businessman. Must have been chatting often and meeting various kinds of people. Has Koko never looked them in the face while talking? Isn't that disrespectful?"

It seems Gibran could not avoid that what Maria said was true.

"I also talked to him because of Koko. Koko was very thin and vague when asked, so I tried to answer her."

Gibran still refused to look at Maria. "Also I don't like it. You're too friendly to her."

Maria breathed hard. "I'm a hostess here. Obviously I have to be friendly to every guest who comes to this house, right? Moreover, it's Koko's guest."

Gibran doesn't talk anymore. Everything Maria said was true. It is just too sentimental.

"Although you don't have to look at him that often. People can misunderstand your hospitality."

In Mary's heart. Talking to Gibran has no end. Even though he knew wrong, the man did not want to give up. Still looking for a defense of his unreasonable opinion.

Mary also could not have forced Gibran to be friendly. The man had a cold disposition since birth. It is uncomfortable to behave like someone else.

"You ... still angry?" Gibran suddenly asked.

"After being like this, do I still have a reason for that?"

Kontan Gibran shakes. "No. Don't be angry anymore. It's uncomfortable you ignore me."

"That's how I felt just now" Mary half-exasperated.

Gibran chuckles. He drew near carrying Mary in a trap. Gibran kissed the top of Maria's head while hugging. "Sorry."

"Coko to where? Why go when my condition is clearly not good?"

Gibran smiled, "You're always crazy to see me. I'm afraid it's making things worse for you."

A moment Maria was glued. A little bit he began to understand. The lesson Gibran meant is definitely not an ordinary bluff.

"Aren't Koko afraid of being caught by the police?" There was anxiety in Mary's voice.

Gibran snorted, "They're nothing without me. You think the construction of the big round yesterday was because of who?"

Mary looked up only to find Gibran grinning. Unknowingly Maria squeezes Gibran's clothes.

"Silent. I'm not gonna kill for no reason."

"The waiter of that time .. he tried to poison me."

"What?" surprised Maria.

"You surprised?"

"Ra-Racun ... how? Wasn't he trying to tease you?" Maria stammered.

Gibran's hand raised rubbed Mary's head. His lips covered a small smile, his look dimly staring at Maria. "Your heart rate's rising, honey. Don't fret. It's not good for our baby" he whispered subtly.

Gibran did not know that Mary was always stubborn if they were close together.

"Don't switch topics. Explain what it means to poison? All I saw was that he was teasing Koko!"

Although Mary felt sorry to see him die a horrible death, it still felt upset to remember the incident.

Gibran sighed. "Let's sit down." He led Mary to the sofa.

"In the tea he brought there was a poison that could cause burns to the touch. He deliberately dropped himself so that the tea could spill and hurt me. But I managed to pull it off."

"Why should he do that?"

Gibran shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe someone hates me?"

"That's it. Stop talking about that. Can we do something more fun?" whispered Gibran complete with naughty flashing.

"What?" Maria is embarrassed.

He was stunned when Gibran dropped his hand on the thigh. "I'm so thirsty after a week of fasting."

Maria gulps. Gibran's view seemed dark. It was obvious the man was excited.

"Ko-Coko-Emph ..."

Gibran scooped Mary's lips and gripped her hard. His hands began to open one by one the buttons of the dress shirt that Maria wore, then infiltrated the soft lumps there.

Maria nodded in a kiss. I don't know when he first lay under Gibran's cage. The man quickly stripped Maria's clothes and kissed her body greedily.

"Enh ..." Maria was knocked over by Gibran's hurried touch.

Gibran got up and took off his own clothes, and then went back down on the couch, preparing for the union that they had been missing for days.

"I don't need to warm up any longer, do I?" gibran asked hoarsely as he stroked the slit of Mary's wet body.

Maria nodded. He knew Gibran could not stand it. It is the same.

"G ..."

"Hold ..."

"Slow down ..."

"Have I ever been rude?"

Maria shook her head and asked Gibran to continue. The two let out a sigh of relief when Gibran managed to immerse his property intact.

"Occi ... I miss this so bad ..."

Gibran kissed Maria again and began to move his hips as smoothly as possible. The distinctive sound of meeting adds to the excitement as moans and moans are mutually unpretentious.

Gibran is very careful in pumping his body, his jolts tend to be slow and regular. Even so, the way does not reduce the pleasure obtained.

"God ... Kink ..."

Cklek.

"Master, dinner—"

"Emh ... Plums!"

Blam it!

Martha stood at the door. His old face turned red and looked surprised. Soon Nick came to look at him in wonder.

"Martha, what's wrong? Why do you look so shocked?"

"Master inside? Ah, I need to convey something."

"Don't!" Martha immediately restrained Nick who was about to enter Gibran's study.

Nick cringing. "Why? It's very important."

"Sir is doing a much more important thing. If you disturb him this mansion will be destroyed. Come on, I've prepared dinner."

Martha dragged Nick away from there. The astonished Nick could only comply while occasionally looking back.

He wondered what Gibran was doing until Martha dragged him away like a goat boy.