His Purpose
118. The Treasures

Maria blinked, while Gibran was talking seriously with his lawyer. Mary watched in silence as she continued to cradle what she had to say.

God, why is this?

"By God, Koko I was just kidding. Why-" Mary stopped talking as Gibran's sharp glare turned to look at her.

"Well, Mr. Wiranata, we'll process everything as best we can."

"Okay, thank you."

The lawyer looked down at Gibran. "Your welcome. Then I'm leaving. Come, Ladies and gentlemen?"

Maria immediately looked at Gibran completely after the lawyer left. The husband leaned back leisurely on the sofa, as if the thing just now wasn't something big worth thinking about.

"Why did Koko do that?"

"Aren't you asking?" Gibran asked back.

"But .. Koko should know I'm not serious!"

Gibran shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think of it that way."

Maria groaned in annoyance, inexhaustible with Gibran's recklessness. "For God's sake why Koko can be that relaxed!"

"Then what should I do? Let my wife continue to be suspicious?"

"It's not like this either, is it?"

"You asked for it."

"I told you I'm not serious!"

"I've said yes, yes, abstinence for me from changing my decision let alone denying it."

"But I don't want a poor husband!"

Nick who had been standing still was choking. After draining her husband's property, Mary might say so.

Gibran stared lazily at Maria's anxiety which he thought was unfounded. "Without that treasure I can still afford you 2 Aventador cars a month."

Maria blinks in doubt. "Seriously? Where is it possible."

Gibran just whined indifferently. Having a pregnant wife turns out to be very draining and emotional.

"So, Koko isn't poor?"

"You're so afraid I don't have money?"

"Of course it's embarrassing!" sambar Mary. "And what would Koko want to feed me if she didn't have money? Our kids also need living expenses, you know."

Gibran gave a sharp glance at Nick who was caught holding back a laugh, making Nick continue to cover his mouth with his hands, palpitating slowly while trying to normalize his expression.

"Stop thinking about that. I will continue to give you the best life. That's my promise."

"You've had lunch and taken medicine. Now it's your turn to sleep. Comeon?"

"How can I sleep when my husband just lost all his assets?"

"You take it all away if you forget." Gibran was still trying to get Maria to bed.

"Pull everything. Pull out whatever Koko told the lawyer just now."

Gibran sighed softly. Seeing Maria who did not seem to want to give up, he also chose honestly. "You may have misunderstood. All the assets I'm referring to are the ones I have in Indonesia. The wealth I give you is all I have in this country."

Maria flashes. "Be-is that? So Koko still has a lot of assets overseas, right?" His voice sounded a little relieved.

"Hm." Gibran. "One of my companies is based in New York. So you don't have to worry I'll fall poor."

"And ... how much is Koko's total wealth here?"

Mary dropped her mouth in disbelief. "What?"

"That's only a few percent of the whole thing" ringis Nick again.

Maria's body froze. His brain instantly blanked out the number with 12 zeros behind it.

Mary looked at her husband demanding an answer. "Say, does Koko own one of the famous apps like Facebook and Instagram? Or telegram? A tweeter? Ah, shit whatever it's called quickly let me know!"

Gibran seemed to be massaging his forehead deeply. He had expected this to happen if Mary knew her financial numbers. Though Gibran is most lazy to mention where the source of money comes from.

It was not Gibran who answered, it was Nick who proudly told Maria. "Master owns a game production company and several software applications, Madam. He also has a media company that some time ago received an award in the international arena."

"There are also coal and oil and gas mines and other retail companies with annual turnover of not less than 100 trillion."

"And don't forget also construction companies, insurance, and blah blah blah ..." Nick did not stop talking about almost all the sources of Gibran's wealth.

The man was already like a realtor blabbing without pause. Very well trained as it is. Of all the sentences that come out there is not a single word that misses or is mispronounced.

"That's enough," cut off Gibran who felt dizzy himself.

Let alone Gibran, Mary did not even know the shape of her expression now. His body was stiff as well as limp. What did Nick say?

"Come, get some sleep."

"Wait a minute"

"What else? You already know I'm not poor, right? So, let's rest and sleep quietly" Gibran said.

Mary, who had no more energy to argue, only complied when Gibran dragged her to lie on the bed. The man even put on a blanket before then a brief peek at Maria's forehead and lips.

"Don't stress. Have a good sleep. I go first" said Gibran last time before then out followed by Nick who did not forget to say goodbye to Maria.

As promised, Gibran left when his papa came. Rayan entered followed by Uncle Liem who immediately asked about Maria's condition. Maria said it was fine.

Apparently he is still late with a barrage of Gibran assets that Nick mentioned a while ago. Suddenly Mary felt small because she knew the wealth of the father was nothing.

My God, did Mary just marry one of the richest men in Forbes magazine? She was pregnant with the man's flesh and blood.

Mary hugged her stomach with love. No, forget a little bit of Gibran's assets that will soon fall into his hands, because now he realizes there are more valuable assets than all Gibran has in the world.

It is the baby in his womb, the heir to the descendants of Wiranata who will later carry on the power of his father who is too great.

Bravo, Maria! It's true you didn't marry Gabriel. This way you will never feel poverty.

Ah, pleased. It's the first time Maria has been so grateful to be rich. Knowing her life was secured to death made Mary feel at ease. Moreover, he does not have to worry about the future of the child.

Son, just calm down. You don't have to be too hard to be rich. Be healthy in there and your father will feed you with a jewel spoon.

Justjust wonderful.

"Marya?"

"Yes?"

"What are you smiling at?"

"Ah? N-nothing. Hehe, Mary is just imagining good things so that the dreams that come are also beautiful."

"Oh ..." Rayan nodded. "Then go to sleep. Papa and Uncle Liem will be waiting for you here."

"Did Koko ask you to take care of me? Why not ask for a nurse or something? I think the bodyguards in front are enough?"

Rayan and the man beside her had no intention of answering. They were busy talking about work and completely ignored Mary's question.

Sucks.