His Purpose
112. Jakarta

Gibran stared fixedly at the woman beside him who was fast asleep. They were on their way to Jakarta just as Gibran had promised.

The corner of his lips turned to a smile as his fingers played the child of Mary's hair falling on his forehead.

He looked at that beautiful figure for a long time. His childish face looked innocent and peaceful. It felt like Gibran could not find the slightest wound in the skin as smooth as porcelain.

"You should be fine" Gibran murmured.

In the morning they arrived in the city. It takes some time to travel from the airport to Tjandra's residence. But however long it all paid off by the excitement of Mary jumping as soon as their car reached the grounds.

"Papa ...!!!" Maria screams in Rayan's arms on the porch.

Both embrace happily. Rayan laughed and greeted Maria. But before long the man immediately took off his arms and slightly distanced the princess' body.

He looked at his daughter from top to bottom. Rayan was sure that she felt something when they embraced.

Everything's quiet. Gibran observed Rayan now pointing her hand at Mary's belly. The man jumped up with a surprised face. He looked up at Gibran and Mary.

"This ... this ..."

Mary smiled rubbing her stomach. "I'm pregnant, Pa. Soon Papa will have a grandson."

Different from Maria who sumringah, Rayan look stiff.

"Pregnant?" He glanced at Gibran who was now grinning faintly.

So this is the son of a bitch's plan to take over Maria completely? Rayan could see the look of disdain on Gibran's face.

As Mary dragged him into the house she could not help thinking with her expression. Gibran observed it all in victory. He told her that no one can beat her once Rayan is Maria's father.

Maria's. Nothing can change that reality.

"Gee ... I miss this house. It's still the same as the last I stayed."

"The painting is still there."

"That's too."

"That's too."

Rayan sighed. "Since they've been there, Maria."

They walked through the middle room.

Maria throws a grin as she looks up. "Yes. I just miss this place too much. With Papa of course." The woman went back into Rayan's arms and coiled spoiled there.

"Ah .. I don't want to let go of this. Papa where have you been? Why don't you ever come back to the mansion?"

Rayan smilingly rubbed her daughter's hair. "Papa's busy. Your house is too far away for Papa to visit often."

"Indeed. Koko's house seems to be in the interior. The surrounding time is all forest," the frown of Mary approves.

Gibran who heard that looked relaxed. He actually observed the paintings that Maria pointed out earlier.

"How long do you want to be here?"

"Three months." It was Gibran who answered.

Maria looked at her husband. "Three months? Koko seriously? We're gonna stay here for three months?"

"You," Gibran said.

Maria frowned a little cluelessly. "I? Keep Koko?"

"I'll visit you often."

"So Koko didn't stay here?" Maria's voice sounded disappointed.

"Your eating pattern is starting to normalize. I wouldn't worry too much about leaving you."

Gibran's words splinter the emotions in Mary. "So Koko doesn't care about me anymore?"

Gibran blinked at the jolt. Did he speak wrong?

"Koko took me to Jakarta because she wanted to throw me away?"

"What the hell," whispered Gibran unexpectedly.

He had not yet explained that Mary had already stomped to leave him. "Bad shop!"

Gibran turned his head slightly to Nick and his in-laws. But instead of helping Nick laugh at him. Rayan just kept quiet as if he did not care his daughter was angry.

"That's your household business. I have no right to interfere" he said flatly complete with indifferent shoulder endings.

God fucking. They don't help one bit.

***

"Mrs, your lunch."

Maria ignored the servant who had offered her various things. He got tired of seeing her back in the room.

"Keep it," ketus Maria.

The servant took off while grimacing softly following what Maria said. Trays were kept on the table, then he turned away after earlier looking down in disdain.

Maria glanced over without any interest at the lunch menu the waiter had brought. He's still sulking at Gibran. Either her husband is gone or not from this house.

The question was answered when her figure appeared on the door of Maria's room. Gibran closed the door slowly before approaching his wife who immediately put on a sullen face while folding his hands avoiding Gibran's view.

"You don't eat?" asked the gentleman after sitting down beside him.

"Not hungry yet" said Mary. He pretended to open the magazine avoiding Gibran's gaze.

Gibran nodded, his hand grabbed the plate on the table and began to scoop out the contents.

"What?" sewot Maria as Gibran thrust the spoon at her.

"A." Gibran gestured for Mary to open her mouth. "A, honey."

"I want B" replied Mary. He looked away from rereading his magazine.

There was a slow throbbing from Gibran. "Joking you, yes."

Maria did not respond and still persisted in apathy.

Very amusing.

Gibran also sighed lowering his spoon. "You misunderstood, Plum. I mean the next three months you're staying here to let go of longing for your dad."

"I didn't mean to throw you away. I'll visit at least once a week. You take it easy, how could I ignore my pregnant wife? I only have a short time abroad. I think it'd be better if you were here first."

"That's up to three months?"

Gibran silent. Maria looked at her husband fiercely. "Seriously left me that long?"

Gibran secretly tried to thicken patience. Facing Maria who was pregnant turned out to be this messy.

"I told you I didn't really leave you. I'll visit once a week."

"That's old."

"G ..." Now the man folded his lips thinking. She forgot the fact that since she was pregnant, Mary could not stay away from her.

"Then twice. How's it?"

"Every day" Mary replied senselessly.

"That's the same as me staying over, Plum."

"I really want Koko to stay."

"But I have to go abroad."

"Where?"

"Which country is abroad? Can't I know either? All Koko's hiding from me."

Old Gibran seemed to think before then throw his breath answer. "Singapore."

"Enough? For sure I don't intend to meet another woman like in your mind."

Maria threw her face rough. He was embarrassed because Gibran's guess was not entirely wrong.

"I know your head." Gibran laughed a little. "Nothing you're jealous of."

"I'm not jealous!" elak Mary.

Gibran just gave up. He stretched out his hand to feed Mary. "So, now eat, huh?" soft door.

"Coko left today?"

"Yes. I'll call you later. Now eat first, huh? Cassian our baby, she's starving because you're sulking constantly."

Maria Manyun stroked her stomach affectionately. "I'm sorry .." - I just want to take Gibran's bribe.