His Purpose
115. In the Light of

Maria was alone in her room. She used to be unconscious, but now Maria feels alive among the enigmatic labyrinth. Mary felt as if everyone was covering something up from her.

From Gibran, to Celine, to his papa. The three of them seemed to have their own secrets. Mary is like a fool confused in a foreign place.

What's really going on with them?

Maria touched her suddenly clenched chest. He took a deep breath trying to loosen his chest.

Is the bra too tight? Why so crowded?

Maria nodded trying to stay calm. His head was also a little heavy and dizzy.

"Nority ..."

Mary soon realized Gibran was not there. That's his reflex instinctively. Since marriage, Maria has always relied on Gibran.

"Mr ..."

"Mr ..."

I have called twice. Maybe his voice was too far away to hear. His father was downstairs, and there was little chance he could catch Mary's voice.

Maria who was about to get up could not hold her body until she fell on the edge of the mattress. He grimaced holding his stomach which suddenly hurt.

"Awc ..."

"Mr ..." Mary was crying out for her own anxiety.

"sickness ..."

Maria piled her head on the floor trying to relieve the agonizing dizziness. However, his eyes caught something under the bed. Kontan he frowned with curious narrowed eyes.

Amidst the pain, Maria reached her hand under the mattress, trying to reach the object that turned out to be a box that looked very worn.

The dust was so thick that Maria had to endure the disgust when she opened it.

This what?

Maria pulled out a diary-like book and patted its dull cover. He opened slowly sheet by sheet which turned out to contain his daily notes while still sitting in the High School.

But the next page managed to make Mary's pain deeper.

New York, June 15, 2014.

Dear diary's.

I just saw him passing in front of me. He's very handsome. His face was cold and firm. It seems like she is also of Asian descent, just like me.

He was so tall that I had to look up when I looked at him. Her aura is magical. L like it!

A strange shadow suddenly appeared on Maria's head. The figure of the man passing haughtily in front of her with a backpack cupped in one arm made Maria instantly hold her breath.

Only half of her face was visible so that Maria could not truly recognize her.

Who her? What shadow is this? Why does Mary not remember having experienced this moment? He's not Gabriel, so who is?

"Akh!"

His head was spinning great. In the middle of that situation the door of his room suddenly opened.

"Maria, your husband called Papa. He said ..."

"Marya?" Rayan dropped her phone that was still connected to Gibran.

He immediately ran to his daughter who was curled up under the bed.

"For God's sake what happened to you?" He screamed loudly and worriedly.

"Servant!"

"Servant!"

"Damn! Where are they all going?" The man's roar, now rising, carried Mary out of the room.

"Mary, wake up, son."

"Darling, did you hear Papa?"

Maria's eyes seemed to be twitching and unfocused. His body was limp and heavy before the woman fell unconscious.

"Mr.— Gosh, what happened to Miss?" Liem who had just entered the residence suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing? Get the car ready!"

Hurriedly Liem came out and called for orders to the driver at the security guard post. They put Maria in the car and took her to the hospital.

Even in her unconscious state, the last thing Mary remembers is Gibran's face.

Who was the man in his shadow?

***

Maria groaned softly before opening her eyes slowly. His pupils narrowed to find the intensity of light that seemed to race against him.

When open his eyes collided with a sharp bead familiar— and maybe he missed too. The two looked at each other in silence. But somehow their feelings seem connected and related.

Without a second thought Maria kept her body away from the bed and rose to embrace the figure tightly, drowning her face between the neck basins to breathe in the scent that made her feel calm. The rumble that he had been holding since yesterday was now spilled in a sob.

"City .. hiks."

"Ssttt ..." The man rubbed Maria's back.

Not much different from the wife, the look of Gibran also looks messy. The usually sharp highlight was now empty as if shaken.

Gibran returned Mary's arms carefully. A bulge pressing on his stomach gave a real sense of relief. That way the presence of their child can still be felt. He wasn't hurt, but he wasn't okay either.

The cramping that Maria felt last night had quite a big effect. They almost lost if only fate would not be so kind as to defend.

This is what Gibran was so afraid of, something bad happened to Maria when she was not there. Suddenly Gibran regretted leaving Maria even though it was only a few hours.

If he knew it would be this way, he better stay with the woman. That way maybe something similar won't happen again.

"I'm so sorry .." whispered Gibran in Mary's hair.

"Coko don't go ..."

"will not. I'm here with you."

"Lied."

"I'm serious."

"Promise?"

"Hm." Gibran.

"I'm scared."

"I know." Me either.

Gibran closed his eyes tightly. What has he done? He almost killed his wife and son. Again.

Gibran's body shook slowly.

"Coko cry?"

"No."

"Cock the sound?"

"I forgot I haven't had a drink."

By the way of drinking, Maria has not swallowed water since waking up either. Gibran quickly grabbed the glass on the nightstand giving it to Maria. "Drink first."

Maria took a sip of the water. His eyes are not at all separated from Gibran inexplicably not as usual.

"Shop there's a problem?"

Gibran shook his head to smile. He kept the empty glass and pulled Mary back in the arms.

"Did I make Koko leave the job?" maria is sad. "If so, I'm sorry."

"Nobody's more important than you and our son."

"But work is important, too, right? Koko would suffer a loss if she left him."

Though in Mary's heart was very happy Gibran here.

"I'll lose more if you and baby are okay."

"Seriously?"

"Hm."

"Coko loves us, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did Koko love me?"

Do you love her?

Familiar questions again made Gibran speechless. Why are people so happy to talk about love?

Netra Maria dims sadly. Why didn't Gibran answer? Usually, the man is always quick to answer the question. Is Gibran doubting his feelings?

Mary touching Gibran's chest made the man flinch from the daydream. He looked down to find Maria sticking the side of her face there. Gibran let that.

"Here the detachment is very tight," said Maria suddenly. "Is Koko always like this every time she gets close to someone?"

Gibran frowned confused. Although he was surprised he answered. "Just you."

Maria looks up. Gibran repeated his words. "Only when you are."