His Purpose
108.

Gibran turned his head when he heard the sound of the door being opened. Rayan Adibrata entered with his assistant who then bowed reluctantly to Gibran. After that he came out leaving the two swept away in silence.

The father-in-law slid his body on the sofa. Gibran also sat there, crossing his legs looking straight at Rayan. The corner of his lips turned to a smile.

"Told enough to wait for you to change your mind" Gibran said indifferently.

"How are you?"

Gibran raised an eyebrow, "You're asking me how I'm doing?"

"Marya."

"Ah .. I'm almost moved."

"He's kind. Very good until his weight goes up."

Actually, if Rayan understands, he will realize that Gibran's sentence has meaning.

"When can I meet him?"

Rayan could have visited without notice like last time. However, he believes Gibran will not be happy with the idea. Gibran's erratic attitude makes Rayan must be careful. He was worried that his actions would affect Maria.

"You want to meet him?"

Rayan raised her eyes to look at Gibran. The highlight is flat but there is a slight annoyance that is obvious.

Gibran grunting. "You guys are so compact. Maria wants to see you too."

The mood was silent again. Their conversation was too stiff for the size of in-laws and daughter-in-laws. More precisely they are too often at odds on various things.

"You can't possibly meet him in poverty, can you?" ledek Gibran's. "I don't want him to stress out just thinking his dad doesn't have money."

"I'm not that poor." Rayan was very offended.

Gibran raised an eyebrow as if to mock. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently and turned his gaze towards the window.

"OKAY. I'll meet you with him."

"On one condition ..." He turned back to Rayan.

"What conditions?"

Gibran grinned at the in-law. In that case, Rayan must admit Gibran's unusual presence. He was the only youngster who dared to suppress senior businessmen like him.

***

"Sir, you want to go straight home?" Nick asked as he followed Gibran from behind.

They entered the car before sliding off the Tjandra Group building which is still active as usual.

Gibran propped up his legs above the knees, his elbows resting on the shoulders of the chair. He turned on the television and watched various news about stocks and other information about the buying and selling rate.

"We stopped by somewhere first."

Nick glanced through the rearview mirror. "What place?"

Instead of answering, Gibran gave a mysterious smile.

Shortly thereafter the luxurious lexus slid seamlessly in front of a mansion after previously passing the scan access gate.

Gibran went down, standing drowning his hands in his pockets while he looked up closely at the large building in front of him.

It was still the same as before, but now the aura was so silent and frozen.

A subtle creak rang out when the double door opened. An old man Gibran remembered as a half-bent butler greeted him.

"Welcome back, Young Master Wiranata."

Gibran snorted at the large number of servants standing on the left right side of the doorway. He chuckled before saying, "Tell them to go. Just disturb the view."

Leroy, the old man turned his head for a moment behind his body, sending a signal that the servants dispersed themselves as Gibran wished.

He focused his attention on Gibran. His cold and arrogant face was not much different from the last Leroy remembered. Since childhood Gibran already has such a look.

Gibran stepped leisurely and stopped right in front of Leroy. Shut up for a moment, then lightly pat the frail shoulder before then passing through it.

Nick nodded briefly at the old man, then hurriedly followed Gibran into the residence.

They stopped again when Abhimanyu Wiranata appeared in the middle of the open elevator door, his smile expanding warmly once his eyes caught Gibran's whereabouts.

"I don't want to go home" Gibran said heartlessly.

His eyes slightly glanced back, "He's too old to work."

Anyone knew the phrase was meant for Leroy who was now standing loathingly behind Gibran.

Abhimanyu cleared his throat uncomfortably. But behind his calm face a warm feeling he could hardly hide.

Nodding his understanding, Abhimanyu said. "We're moving somewhere else?" he at once diverted the conversation.

"Family room—"

"Living room," cut Gibran.

Although disappointed, Abhimanyu tried to hide it through a smile. His body slightly pulled over inviting Gibran, "Let's."

Instead of a family room, Gibran prefers a living room like a visiting stranger, not a child. Abhi's heart really felt sliced. To what extent is their estrangement to be this alien.

"This house hasn't changed much. You must still be able to recognize it well" Abhimanyu said on their way to the living room.

"Too many important things make me forget the little things."

Gibran's words just now seemed to slap Abhi with a single reality. As much as Gibran is interested in their memories in this house. In fact, every day Abhimanyu always remembered the childhood of his two sons. His little family who somehow now just like a wall that is difficult to glue.

Hiding his grief, Abhimanyu smilingly pointed at a door to walk Gibran in.

He sat down on one of the long sofas, watching Gibran throw himself across the table.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Abhimanyu attention.

"no need. I won't be long" Gibran insisted, not to be denied, which made Abhimanyu sigh resignedly.

"How's your sister doing?" His shady eyes glanced at Gibran who was sitting in an arrogant style.

Instantly reminded Abhimanyu of his ex-wife who also has the exact same nature.

"You know you've been together lately."

"Thank God your relationship isn't as bad as Papa thought it was" he added.

Gibran still seems reluctant to speak. The man looked pensively flat staring at the glint of the table. "He's kind. Her boyfriend's pregnant."

Abhimanyu did not look surprised. That means the man already knows. It is impossible for an Abhimanyu to let his son roam unattended. At least he would ask his men to keep an eye on him.

Breath was heard as Abhimanyu leaned against his body on the sofa. "Looks like he needs help, right?"

Gibran shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, that's your business."

Suddenly Gibran's look turned serious. His back was vertical as his two elbows rested on his knees. His eyes looked at Abhimanyu calculatingly.

"I'm here to ask you something."

Seeing Gibran's expression, Abhimanyu also kept his back away from the sofa. "About what?"

Actually, he had expected the arrival of Gibran not without reason.

"Birds with red lines on their heads ..." Gibran. "I remember seeing it once."

Abhi's forehead wrinkled. "Birds?"

"Caiques." Gibran continued. "A type of bird of the genus Pionites with rare colors and may be the only one. Also ..."

"Only one person I remember ever had one."

For a moment Abhimanyu thought, as if remembering.

"Ginanjar Adiwiguna's. How's your friend doing?"

Silent. Abhimanyu looked at his son fixedly. There's a problem what the boy is with Adiwiguna. Or, what Adiwiguna has done until Gibran who originally did not want to step on this house suddenly came to him.

"You ..."

"The bird suddenly appeared in my house. If not from the forest ..." Gibran shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Maybe someone took it out of the cage."

"I'm right, right?"

Gibran is not a smiley type, and Abhimanyu knows Gibran's smile just now is not a good sign.