His Purpose
11. Oranges Eat Oranges

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The atmosphere of the dining room was so quiet. Mary looked down, staring at the food in the dish. Stir it slowly until it occasionally sucks it into the mouth.

Not no appetite. However, it was Gibran's existence that made his tongue suddenly feel a bit. How not, yesterday's incident made him embarrassed to the point of helplessness.

Amazingly Gibran can still be ordinary as if nothing happened between them. Mary was almost naked. God, it feels like he's lost face in front of Gibran.

If there's no need, Maria wants a dinner table with the man.

Slowly his eyes glanced at Gibran's movements. My husband was eating quietly. As far as she knew her, Maria had hardly found any current on her face. Even the awkwardness of yesterday was not able to present a row of ripples.

Maria cleared her throat for a moment. "Ko Gibran who transfers the money to my account?" ask her in a soft voice. Tend to carefully stare at the man before him.

Dare not dare Mary open her voice. Because he needs to ensure his prejudice regarding the notification of the banking application that he received yesterday.

"Hm." The question was answered only by murmur.

Maria turned back to stir her food. "Ko Gibran doesn't have to do that" he whispered before scooping Omelet into his mouth. He chewed it lazily and then swallowed it forcefully.

He did so to avoid nervousness from being stared at by Gibran. No doubt his sharp eyes felt pierced to the recesses of the soul. Maria cawed when the atmosphere turned gripping. Or is he over-reacting?

"Why?"

The cold-pitched question made Maria flinch. The contant of his hand holding the spoon stopped in the air.

"That's .. 'cause I don't need it, '" she replied after a while. "However ...."

There was the sound of spoons and forks placed on the plate. The tall body stood up, buttoned up his suit before then picking up the phone lying on the table.

This succeeded in attracting Mary's attention to stop her speech.

"Whatever. Whether you wear it or not, I'm just fulfilling my duty."

After saying that Gibran directly passed from there. Leaving the silence that had indeed from the beginning enveloped the two.

While in her place, Maria gaped in disbelief. What the fuck is that guy. He's not finished talking. Just play go-go.

Maria wanted to say, however the money might not be used. Where should Mary shop? He just doesn't know where he lives. Online shopping also requires an accurate address.

What should Mary do with the money? Not one or two million, but 2 billion. Has Gibran gone mad?

Maybe he was throwing money like throwing garbage. Maria means, even though their status has been legal to be husband and wife, they are still two strangers who just know each other.

Simply put, Gibran gave such a large amount of money to Maria who could be said to be a nobody. Her status as a wife was only written on paper. Somehow their relationship is ahead of him. Mary herself was ready when Gibran wanted to divorce her right now. However Maria is aware, Gibran is a victim of her selfishness who wants to save the family.

Maria took a deep breath, exhaled it violently, then moved from the dining room.

The plates are still full. It might even still be intact since he only bribed her a few spoons.

"Mrs, why not spend it?" asked Laura who followed him.

"Lazy," answered Mary briefly.

Both went upstairs. Seeing her master's half-cumpled look, Laura did not dare to ask any questions. He could not simply interfere in the household affairs of the mistress.

It is better to be quiet and pretend not to listen.

***

"Mrs, you know? Since you came this house feels a lot warmer."

"Me and the other servants were delighted, and finally you brought a new family member to this grand and magnificent mansion like a palace."

Laura rubbed the cuttings with great care. Maria's nails are so beautiful. The fingers are white and plump. He who has yellow skin only looks contrast.

"The old man lives abroad. Somehow he takes care of the company here. You yourself probably know with a house as big and luxurious as this, it can't be just one company."

Maria nodded in affirmation. He focused on staring at the movement of Laura who was decorating his hands. Though his mind ran everywhere. Laura doesn't know she's trying so hard to get Gibran out of her brain. Whenever she remembered the man, Mary was always overwhelmed with shame.

And Laura in her ignorance even mentioned the name of the man.

"How long have you been working here?" maria asked to switch the conversation.

"Ooh ...."

Momentary silence. Laura looked serious about her work.

Maria grabbed the shawl covering her shoulder. Even though it was noon, the air still felt cold. Plus the wind that blows caress the surface of the skin. So shiver and make Mary want to continue to coiled in the blanket.

"When the Master and the Big Lady are divorced, this family relationship is a little messy" Laura said suddenly.

"But even so the child and father relationship between Mr. Gibran and Mr. Wiranata is not broken. Although they rarely met because Mr. Gibran joined the Grand Lady living abroad."

Mary looked at the girl below. Laura who rested on the carpet looked wholeheartedly beautifying Maria's nails.

Maria didn't know why Laura suddenly said that. He did know about the status of Papa Abhi who is widowed, it has become an open secret.

He had heard of Gibran before. Papa Abhi and Gabriel often tell stories as far as possible. Whether intentionally or unintentionally. But Gabriel often switched the conversation about his brother.

"In fact, some of the servants here used to be workers in the big Wiranata house."

"Yes?"

"Yes, Madam. Including me and my mother."

"Your mother now works here?"

Laura's voice turned a little sad. Those eyes slightly dispelled his cheerfulness. Laura drew a smile that the fall impressed forced on Maria's eyes.

"My mother died a few years ago" she whispered in Maria's curiosity.

The unwell Maria instantly grimaced. "Ma-I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Madam. Since my mother died I have been lonely. But, ever since Madam came I've come back to find the spirit." Laura was embarrassed.

"Sorry I was sassy. But, Madam is like a sister to me" he said, twisting his clothes.

Maria grunts amusedly.

"Laura," she called.

Laura looked up, "Why, Madam?"

"Thank you" said Maria, smiling.

"Why does the Madam thank you?"

"Because you're also treating my loneliness here."

Silent. Suddenly, Maria is surprised by Laura, who is resting her head on Mary's lap. The girl sniffled with shaky shoulders.

'Lha, cry?' inner Mary.

"Mrs ... We don't know how to be grateful anymore. Master has brought Angel to his house .." cried Laura.

Maria blinked while raising an eyebrow. His heart grimaced amusedly. Isn't that too much? Angel, said. Well, Maria is salting. But at the same time he was confident.

"But .. I also feel sorry for Madam. For the future Madam must be more patient again, yes ..."

Maria's forehead wrinkled. "Why?"

Laura looked up with piercing lips. "Because what I heard, sir doesn't like women" he said.

One second, two seconds.

Silent. Maria blinked, trying to clarify the absorption of her brain in receiving information. No doubt Laura's words raised negative assumptions in the head.

"What?" ask Mary after a while.

"Mrs don't know yet, do they? All residents of this residence have mafhum with the abnormality of the Lord that one. That Mr. actually ..." Laura paused her words. He moved both hands with his fingers pursed, forming two people who were about to kiss. "Gey."

"Yes?!" maria was unconscious.

Laura nodded lethargicly. His face looked at Mary.

"Rubber, Mistress. Oranges eat oranges."