His Purpose
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"Will we go to Jakarta?" ask Maria enthusiastically.

Gibran simply nodded while focusing on the book in his hand. The man was reading in the library with Maria. More precisely only he read because since then all Maria did was roam around her.

Gibran had told him to shut up or at least sit down. But Mary seemed not to worry about her own stomach.

"When? Koko's serious, right?"

"Hm. Maybe 5 more days" Gibran said indifferently.

Maria whimpers. "That's old."

"Or not at all?"

"Gee! Yes it is." I don't want Maria to agree.

"You have to be more patient to get something."

Anyone knows Maria is an impatient person.

"What connection?" dumel Maria slow. What's wrong with wanting to go home?

Gibran sighed. He looked up and took off his glasses to see Mary in front of him. His mouth was amazed. "You're not tired of standing like that? Not sore?"

Maria replied no less astonished. "No. Why why?"

I want Gibran to massage his forehead. "The average pregnant person would rather sit than walk to and fro. I thought you were the only one who stood strong for a long time?"

"What's? Iyeakah? But my body aches when it's taken sitting on it."

Gibran blinked at the fact. For a moment he thought as he tapped his finger on the arm of the sofa. Gibran soon proposed. "It seems you have to start yoga. I'll find a professional instructor to accompany you."

Maria looked pinched. "Whatever, huh."

"Shop call the salon clerk, gih. It's time for me to take care."

Maria usually does it once a week. But since she was pregnant Gibran suggested that she do it once a month. Because lazy to argue with Maria mangosteen only. Besides what Gibran paid, Maria thinks the man has full rights to his money.

"okay." Gibran immediately picked up his phone and contacted Maria's beauty team who regularly served the woman.

Better this way, Gibran thought. Instead of seeing Maria who seems unwilling to stay in place, Gibran will not focus and continue to be worried.

At least with the care of the wife's body will be much more relaxed.

***

"Sir, are you sure you brought Madam to Jakarta?" Nick asked as they were reviewing the new golf course.

The architect said it could be used. The two switched to seeing other facilities that were coincidentally built together. They cross paths with Martha who is also watching the workers. In a house this big, no wonder Gibran has more than 50 gardeners.

"The pregnancy age of the new Mistress will step in the second trimester, right? Is this not too risky? If you want to meet him with his father, why not just ask Mr Rayan who came here?"

Gibran didn't answer Nick's question. Compared to that, his flat face actually seemed to think hard like anxious about something.

"There's something I need to make sure of." Gibran turned to look at Nick.

"Is this related to your trauma?" guess Nick seems right on target.

Gibran sighed before turning his attention back to the front. "One of them is. Besides, I can't keep separating son and father for much longer."

I don't know why Gibran's words just sounded cool in Nick's ear. "Don't you suddenly be good like this because you're also a prospective father? Your mind is open to understanding the feelings of the Madam who lingered far away from her father. I'm right, right?"

Nick is proud of his own analysis. Meanwhile Gibran hissed glancing at his assistant with an itchy look wanting to slash. Nick and his cocky nature are annoying.

Until the afternoon before Maria appeared knocking on Gibran's study. The woman poked her head between the slits of the door. But what makes Gibran almost a heart attack is the hairstyle Mary looks foreign in her eyes.

"Shop!" it's like a child. "Can I come in?"

"Just get in." Gibran still traces the appearance of Maria.

Now the woman was facing fully towards him so that Gibran could freely scan from top to bottom. Nothing strange except the head.

"You got a haircut?"

"Hunts ..." Maria nodded. "Good, right? Do I look like a Korean actress?"

Gibran nodded stiffly. "good. You're beautiful with any model."

But the woman was just grumbling. "Do you answer that?"

"That's it!"

"I said you're pretty?" wonder Gibran.

"Koko said it not from the heart. I must be ugly in Koko's eyes."

Gibran was wasting his breath trying to be patient. If stubborn Mary has been mentioned he is often required to succumb.

"You're beautiful. More beautiful than a Korean star. I'm not lying." What he said was honest.

"But .. I do prefer your long straight hair."

Gibran interrupted immediately when Mary opened her mouth to speak. "The bangs are so pretty, sweet and funny. You look fresher."

"Seriously?" ask Mary to convince.

"Hm" nodded Gibran.

"Come here." Gibran extended his hand forward, asking Mary to approach him.

The woman said she approached Gibran and dropped her ass on his lap. Gibran hugged Mary's waist possessively. Her lips singed a smile as she sprinkled kisses between strands of hair that gave off a familiar fragrance.

Gibran's long fingers fluttered a thin layer of bangs on Mary's forehead. Their eyes met and glued to each other. For the umpteenth time Maria also recognized the natural and exotic good looks of her husband.

Maria rubbed her hand on Gibran's jaw and felt a rough texture there. "Coko hasn't shaved yet, has she?"

Gibran smiled, took Mary's hand and kissed her fingers until the woman was strangled with tears.

"Not yet."

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Can you?" ask Mary back.

"certain. Come on." Gibran took Mary to his room.

He sat Mary on the sink, while he stood between her feet.

Gibran pointed at the equipment beside him which Maria immediately understood. Without wasting time Maria smeared Gibran's jaw with shaving foam. The white color that almost covered Gibran's mouth made Mary unable to hold back laughter. Gibran looks like a white-bearded, distended Santa.

"Stop laughing or we'll end up without clothes."

Kontan Maria smothers the mouth glaring at Gibran. "Easter!"

Gibran shrugged his shoulders lazily. "I think all men have the same mind."

Maria sneers. Finally, he started to raise the razor in his hand.

"Attent. Koko sure asked me to do it? What if Koko's jaw is scratched? I'm not even an expert at holding scissors." Suddenly Mary was worried.

"My hands also tremor frequently for no reason. Isn't this dangerous? Koko could've been hurt."

Gibran clucked with a long sigh. "So you can or not?" tanyanya patience.

"Nope-no. But I want to try."

"Yes let's try."

"Fear .." whining Maria.

Gibran really rolled his eyes. Lazily he took Mary's hand which held a razor and then aimed it at his own jaw.

Maria clearly glared at watching that. "What do you want?"

"Shave. What else?"

Without letting go of Mary's hand, Gibran began to move the razor in his jaw. Previously Maria had pulled over giving room for Gibran to glaze over.

The woman silently watched her husband closely. Gibran's hand was so softly grasping Mary. Mary knew that Gibran was teaching her how to use a razor. The direction of his regular movements slashed the man's beard without leaving a wound.

It turned out pretty easy. Mary was too scared.

Maria smiled as Gibran's eyes occasionally glanced at her. He enjoyed this activity, his heart also bursting.

***