His Purpose
120. Two-sided

"Be careful."

Maria was allowed to go home by a doctor. And now he has returned to the house of the father, with Gibran of course. Maria managed to force the man to stay with her, which Gibran asserted with a heavy heart.

Maria wants her husband and father to improve. However, they are a family that must be harmonious and peaceful.

"Koko, today I want Koko to cook dinner," said Maria, who now walks with Gibran to enter the house.

"I? Isn't there a waiter?"

"Indeed. But I want Papa to also try Koko's delicious cooking."

"No," Gibran said.

Mary scowled, she forcibly removed Gibran's embrace and chose to walk on her own. "Why?"

"Because only you can taste my every dish."

Maria's cheeks heated up hearing that. He touched his face that was blushing because of Gibran's sweet speech.

"But I still want Koko to do it. Come on .. Don't be stingy like that."

"It's a baby's wish" Maria added.

Gibran sighed and immediately grabbed Maria to get her back. "Let's see if I have time for that. Come on, now rest."

"I've had a full three days' rest in the hospital. I'm full already."

"Then, what do you want now?"

Maria seemed to be thinking while muttering. "Emc ... Papa's in the office, I don't have any friends to talk to either. By the way, why didn't Koko take Laura with us, anyway?"

Gibran opened the door to Mary's room and led her to the bed, sitting her down slowly. "He's too chatty, pity my son if he has to hear his voice every day."

What kind of ridiculous reason is that?

Maria looked at Gibran strangely. But he denied because he was lazy to argue. He touched his stomach behind the dress and slightly rubbed his hands there. "It's 4 months old soon. Do we need to do an ultrasound to figure out her gender?"

Gibran smiled briefly, he put his hand on Mary's stomach, even now his face had descended into the small bulge. "Later after 5 or 6 months."

Mary smiled back, she turned to rubbing Gibran's hair which was now lying on his thigh. "okay."

But then he remembered something. Maria told Gibran to step aside while he squatted on the edge of the bed. Maria looked up at the bed cover and looked inside.

Blank.

"What are you looking for?" Gibran knelt beside Mary.

"That box, where's that box?"

"What box?"

"The box with the diary that I read a while ago" worried Mary turned to Gibran.

"Daily book?" Gibran's forehead is wrinkled.

Maria nodded, "Yes, that seems to be my diary since school and college."

Deg.

Gibran's face stiffened slightly, but he immediately threw away the expression and replaced it with a confused look.

"Are you sure you saw him there?"

"Related. I read it for a while. And ... the figure of the man in my memory .. I remembered him after reading the book."

But he was a little relieved because the diary was now not in its place. If indeed the book contains records from school to college, most likely all the events in New York are also written there. It would be dangerous if Mary read all.

"Of course, maybe someone kept it. We'll ask the waiter" Gibran suggested trying to help Maria get back to bed.

The woman said, although her face was still confused. Gibran sighed because it seemed like Maria was very thoughtful about the book.

"I'll cook dinner today. Make sure your papa's not overtime."

The sentence successfully pulled Mary from the daydream. She looked quickly at her husband with a glowing face. "Really?"

"Hm" nodded Gibran.

Alright, for this time he would relent and kindly serve the old man a meal.

"Yeee .. thank you, Koko is good!"

Gibran smiled touching Mary's arm that wrapped around her neck from the side. He dyed the lightening of the perfumed arm and fell pensively between Mary's cheerfulness.

The book ... did Rayan keep it?

***

As promised, Gibran cooked dinner for Maria and her papa. The man looked expert with kitchen utensils, making all the servants and chefs step aside with an expression of astonishment. They did not expect a high-class man like Gibran to go down immediately to make food. Moreover, Gibran looks like he is used to doing it.

"It turns out this residence's son-in-law is really great, huh?"

"I heard he's also one of the richest men in Asia and America."

"It's very lucky Miss Maria. She seems to be loved by her husband."

The whispers sounded like the roar of bees filling the silence of the kitchen. While Rayan and Maria sat waiting in the dining room. Maria's raut looks very happy. Alongside his father's lazy flat expression, he is proud to display Gibran's rare skills in this house.

Everyone should know that Gibran isn't as bad as they think.

Soon Gibran finished bringing various dishes to the dining room. Assisted by several waiters and chefs, Gibran only carried two plates on the left right of his hand.

Everyone was surprised because the man placed the plate slightly snapped in front of Rayan. Sontak Maria glared with warning. Gibran let out a sigh of patience and put the other plate very slowly, almost without a sound.

Rayan stared at the dish in front of her flatly. Maria smiled and began filling her father's plate with rice, then scooping out Gibran's side dishes and vegetables.

"Papa should try. Ko Gibran is good at cooking, you know. Anyway Maria guarantees Papa won't be disappointed with the taste."

Gibran stepped down beside Maria. He prevented the woman who was also serving him. Instead, Gibran prepared Mary's plate and began filling it with the full portion. "Eat a lot, let your stomach grow fast."

"A pregnant woman's belly will enlarge over time and months, not because of food," said Rayan slightly insinuating Gibran's folly.

Gibran grunting. "If the baby is big automatically his stomach is big," he refused to budge.

"You want to make your son obese? You think it's easy to give birth to a child with a large weight? It's possible that Maria had surgery and I don't want that to happen."

"Already, already ... Big or small is important healthy. Let's eat, baby's starving to hear your babbling." Maria tried to mediate.

Neither Gibran nor Rayan had any option but to remain silent. But they still often throw sharp glances. Maria nodded no matter. Whatever it is, mending Maria eat until full.

After the meal, Gibran made sure Maria slept in his room. While he went down to meet Rayan who was waiting for him on the back porch. Without further ado he asked, "That daily book, you took it?"

Rayan turned her head and said coldly, "You should thank me for saving you from disaster."

"It is also a disaster for Mary, if you forget," Gibran said no less coldly.

Rayan's silent. It was true, if Mary was forced to remember all, it would be very dangerous for the blood vessels in her brain.