His Purpose
113. Ceriosities

It's only been a few hours that Gibran left, but Maria has started to fuss. No one understands how he feels right now. If Gibran rubbed his stomach every day before going to bed, who would do it now? Can Mary sleep without Gibran?

Ah, the damn hormones. Very inconvenient. It wasn't like this before. But since pregnancy everything has to do with Gibran.

Maria glanced to the side taking Gibran's shirt and inhaling it deeply. He forced the man to take off his clothes and leave them for Maria. Although initially surprised Gibran still obeyed what he wanted, he even gave his perfume to Mary because she knew Mary always needed it every time she went.

There is another problem for Maria, Laura. Why didn't Gibran take Laura with them. Although the girl sucks at least Maria has friends to chat with.

The servants here are all boring, probably because they are still afraid and vengeful of her, because the last time Mary was indeed a fierce master. Pray that no one will poison him for revenge.

"Cambi ... If you don't call Daddy in an hour, Mommy will follow him to Singapore. Jeez ... Singapore is only a short time away. Your father should have been up to half an hour ago. Why hasn't he called yet?"

"By the way, would you rather call Mommy and Daddy, Mama Papa, Daddy Mom or Mommy?"

I'm so tired of Mary being such a crazy person talking to herself. He thought coming home to his father would be nice, but after knowing he had to separate from Gibran the sense of pleasure was slightly diminished.

When she first lived in the Gibran mansion, Mary always wanted to go home. Now that Mary had returned home, she remembered the middle of nowhere residence. Especially Martha and Laura. What are they doing now?

Sucks. It's so embarrassing. Mary is like a lonely man who has no friends.

"Where are you going?" Mary asked as she went downstairs.

One of the servants replied, "He just left because of an urgent call from the office, Miss."

"Oh, so ..." Although disappointed Maria still threw a smile thanks to the waiter.

As expected, the waiter was quite jumped with his attitude. Maria did not want to take a headache, she decided to walk open the back porch door featuring a garden and pond.

Don't expect to have cool air like in Gibran's house. This is Jakarta, not the forest or the mountains.

Maria thinks Gibran's taste buds are starting to rub off on her one by one. For some reason though the foreign palace of the husband as if seizing the most comfortable position in Mary's life.

Ah, Gibran hasn't called yet. Maria brought her cell phone so she wished the man had contacted her.

Just be careful if the husband asks for a phonsex, do not expect Maria to love. But ... sure not to be loved? While he himself felt his lower body pulsing right now.

Again because of hormones. Yes, hormones, what else? Maria was never this crazy before. She said that since she was pregnant, everything seems to change. Mary was often overwhelmed by her own lust.

"Miss, there's a guest."

"Who?" Maria turned to look at the servant who had just given her the report.

"Miss Celine."

The contant of Mary's forehead creased deeply. What else does that woman want? Having previously incited Maria to flee to Jakarta, isn't her appearance now quite surprising?

"Where is he waiting?"

"Living room, Miss."

"Ah, fine. Thank ye. I'll be there."

"Good, Miss." The waiter went back to work.

While Maria, she stood still for a while before entering the house to meet Celine.

***

Mary stood looking at the woman before her. Celine replied to him with a twitch of an eyebrow as if mocking Maria.

"What's the matter with you whether I go home or not?" challenge Maria. "I don't think we're close enough to interfere with each other's affairs."

"And by the way, are you stalking me? It's strange if a coincidence suddenly appears." Maria's eyes narrowed at Celine.

"Honestly, what is your business with me? What do you need from me?"

"We haven't been in contact for a long time. There is no reason to argue. What do you want?" ask Maria streak.

Celine did not answer. He pulled something out of his bag. A brown envelope stretched out in front of Maria.

Maria did not accept. His forehead wiggled wondering. "What?"

Once again Celine pointed at the thing in her hand without a sound. Want to not accept Maria even if reluctant. But, however, he remains curious.

His finger began to open the knot of the rope from the envelope, then reached into the contents which turned out to be a paper in the form of a photo that had been printed.

"What the fuck?" Mary's carousel deepened to see what Celine had just given.

What does the woman mean to give this?

Maria looked up to throw a demanding glare, which Celine replied with an annoying casual smile.

"You want to know your husband's past, right?" Celine grinned. "You can get it from me, if you want."

"Who do you think you are?" hiss Maria was not happy.

Unknowingly his hand squeezed the envelope in his lap. Seeing the emotion on Maria's face, Celine felt victorious.

He rose to rub the folds of the skirt on his hips, preparing to leave as his eyes returned to look at Maria. "Just think about it, why would such a cold and cruel man love you so much?"

"Ah, I was wrong. Maybe he's just trying to make up for something?" Celine shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows?"

"Originally you know, Mary. He's still as far away from it as you think."

"Maybe now he's lavishing you with affection, but who knows after the child is born you'll be banished."

No. gabe. Not likely. Gibran is not that kind of person. He treated me well.

Maria gulped unsure. He rubbed his stomach which looked prominent. "Daddy loves us, really," he whispered softly.

Celine just left the house. Although he did not want to, the words of the woman had succeeded in making Maria unfazed. The photo Celine gave her.

Maria flipped over the photo she had held since. His fingers crept hard to the edge of the paper until it was tangled.

Where did Celine get the old portrait of Gibran?

Maria knew it was an old photo because of the slightly antique quality of the image. Moreover, Gibran's face there looks much younger, probably around the age of adolescence.

Celine could have this collarbone. Mary, who was Gibran's wife, never once saw the man's picture if it wasn't from a magazine.

Does Celine really know Gibran's past? Who is Celine? What has that woman had to do with Gibran in the past? Have they ever known each other before?

Maria grumbled worriedly. His chest began to be filled with a sense of heat that could not be explained. To be sure, Mary suddenly felt very small as a wife.

Gibran's attention managed to kill him until he forgot that the man was like something hiding behind a wall.

Which one are you really? When can I really understand and understand you, Koko? When are you going to unlock all the secrets you've kept?