His Purpose
105. The Tragedy of Night

Time passes so fast. Maria is now 3 months old. His stomach began to look prominent, even his weight is increasing because lately Gibran always cook good food.

Damn Mary couldn't resist because somehow she must feel hungry every time Gibran makes something. Even though Mary had eaten until she was full, she would still devour her to the end.

"Hows it? You likey?" Gibran hugged Mary from behind, anchoring a kiss on her open shoulder.

"It's not on record, how can I argue?"

"Mc ... Wide room? How to know less? We don't know the gender of the decor yet" Gibran said, shrugging his shoulders.

Maria gave a lazy glance, "Do you want to make a nursery or dormitory? Like this was made a refuge, it might fit 100 people to sleep."

Gibran poked his lips to hide the ringing, "Too broad, huh? Indeed, the hell, I dismantled two rooms for this."

To have a house and a large land, Gibran is always excessive in making things. For example, the park which was previously a golf room, has now switched functions to a sun house with various pine trees and no matter how many types of flowers. She said Maria would be more comfortable sunbathing there.

A house with incredible sophistication. The roof can open and close as we wish. The roof is made of glass to bring direct views of the night and day sky.

It consists of a single bedroom and living room. It is perfect for relaxing and reading books. The design is dominated by bone white and a little bohemian touch, as well as a number of ornamental plants that are placed in several corners of the room.

Maria is not thinking about Gibran. Maria was also born as a child of a rich man, but it seems Gibran is the most insane person to spend money.

He was happy because he felt united. But compared to that ...

"Koko, when are we gonna tell Papa about this pregnancy?" Mary touched Gibran's arm which was coiled around her stomach.

Mary felt Gibran's body stiffen. Just a little while before then tightening the hug.

"The situation is not possible. You take it easy, I'll meet you when the time comes."

Gibran's answer was inconclusive. Mary chose silence and believed. He is reluctant to argue where the edges trigger opposition.

"What's wrong with the situation now? Can Koko explain more specifically?"

"Our plane is in repair" Gibran replied diplomatically.

"Can't use a commercial plane? Koko can take the most luxurious if you want. Maybe not as luxurious as Koko's, but .. they're still comfortable to wear." Maria was very careful. He glanced at Gibran from the side. The man seemed silent with a slightly twisted look.

Then Gibran sighed. "You may not know, not long ago there was an accident at the airport. Even though they've reopened the flight, I'm still worried."

Gibran didn't lie about this. Maria also knows lately Gibran is very rarely traveled far that requires it to pass through the air. But for close proximity, the man still often uses a helicopter.

"Then ... We can call Papa, right?"

"Master?"

Not yet Gibran gave an answer, Nick suddenly appeared in the doorway. Maria scowled because the arrival of the man was so imprecise.

Gibran straightened his body releasing a hug. His hand re-raised the kimono that Maria wore, covering the thin canal inside.

"It's not like we're going to take a bath together" Gibran said, peeping over the side of Mary's head. His face looks witty considering that Maria had invited him to have sex in the bathroom.

Gibran refused because it was too risky, unless Maria was willing to do it in a dry area. There is a sofa ready to facilitate.

"You take a bath first, I'll catch up" whispered Gibran again.

He rubbed Mary's shoulder gently before turning around to take Nick away from there. Maria followed their movements for a moment before the two finally disappeared from sight.

***

Doctor Harla removed the stethoscope from her ear. He smiled and looked at Maria. "You recover quickly. Her fetus is strong and healthy. Reportedly Mr Gibran is trying hard for this?"

There is little temptation in Doctor Harla's eyes. He knew from some of the servants in this house. It seems that the topic of the Host who suddenly switched professions to become his wife's chef is being discussed.

He laughed low. "You are truly a compatible and complementary couple. If this is your child there's no need to worry."

Maria grimaces shame. Actually, he also felt bad to see Gibran who continued to cook for him. The man was very busy, but was willing to go home just to prepare Mary's lunch.

Like this afternoon. Before Doctor Harla came Gibran also made sure Maria ate properly. Although after that he had to go again for a meeting and did not have time to accompany him to check up routine.

Mary spent the night in the library. Gibran is overtime and has not returned. Nick said the company was in a partnership with the government about a project, and Gibran was the biggest sponsor to support them.

Even so Nick had sent dinner which he said was cooked by Gibran in the kitchen of the office. Mary believed it because if it wasn't Gibran's cooking she wouldn't be able to eat it. I don't know, his instincts seem to feel.

Maria glanced at the clock that showed at eleven o'clock in the evening. His breathing was long before deciding to move on and return to the room. Maybe Gibran has gone home.

Maria closed the library door. Walk through the corridor with a towering glass wall to his left right. The night sky was quite bright outside, star-studded and moonlighting dimly, emitting warmth that flowed all the way to Mary's heart.

Maria paused her steps for a moment, staring out the window while gently rubbing her stomach. Smiling at the peaceful feeling she felt, Maria looked down at her prospective child who was probably lying there.

"Healthy, son," whispered Mary.

Maria was not ready to have children. But, after some time his heart began to accept. Gibran was very happy with his pregnancy.

Sreth!

The sound of someone's movements made Mary turn her head immediately. "Who?"

Instinctively his body stiffened when he did not find any reply.

"Cococo?"

Silent.

"Aish, come on, don't joke" Mary muttered in a whisper. His eyes fixedly stared at the intersection of the hallway towards the elevator.

"Did Papa you come home, huh?" monologue Maria rubbing stomach.

Maria decided to check it out for herself. I don't know who the prankster is trying to scare him.

Maria's steps swayed like a slow motion scene, calmly walking towards the passageway. However, just as he was about to turn something strange seemed to follow him.

Mary stopped in place. There was no one in the hallway. However, a red dot bouncing on the walls and floor made Mary's forehead wrinkle deeply.

The dots seemed to be moving after him. Maria moved slowly back. His feelings were suddenly unpleasant until involuntarily the instinct of a mother appeared to make him reflex to hug the stomach.

Maria's eyes turned out of the window behind her, stunned for a moment until ...

Doorr ...!!!

Prang ...!!!

Shards of glass scattered as a bullet shot through it, causing Maria's body to instantly fall backwards, rolling violently over the sharp shards with her head drenched in blood.