His Purpose
121. Cares

"Shop!"

Gibran awoke when Mary suddenly shouted beside him. He soon approached only to find Mary panting with a face inundated with sweat.

"Plum, what's wrong?" ask Gibran worriedly. "Hey, Sugar. Breathe down, please."

Gibran patted Maria's cheek. Mary's breath was irregular as her eyes shifted to her husband. The water pooled in her manure before Mary hugged Gibran.

Maria's cry broke out instantly. I don't know what happened to that woman until her body shook like this. Gibran's heart beats painfully. He immediately returned Mary's embrace trying to channel calm.

"Sstt .. don't cry, dear. Tell me, what happened until you got scared like this?" ask Gibran fine.

Mary still faithfully sobbed as she began to make a sound. "I'm dreaming. It was a very bad dream" he said.

Gibran. "What dream?" His voice sounded careful. Presumably she was a little worried Maria reminisced about her past through a dream. Again.

And sure enough, his breath was immediately choked to hear Mary's next utterance.

"Death" whispered the woman.

"A big truck hit me hard. Koko .. cried among the crowd. Then, our son ... our son .. hiks—"

"Sstt .. already, calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. Nothing has happened to you" whispered Gibran no less quietly. "I will take care of you and our child" he added, now burying his face in the recess of Maria's neck.

I'll take care of you guys.

Mary's breathing eased slightly as Gibran stretched out a hug. He immediately put on Mary's canal which was crammed in the corner of the bed. Gibran immediately put on the same kimono on the floor.

"You must be hungry. I'll cook for you" Gibran said, wearing slippers. "Come on."

Mary followed Gibran down to the kitchen. Throughout the steps the man did not escape summarizing Mary's hand in a warm grip. Maria looked down at the link.

Somehow Maria felt comfortable but at the same time scared. The dream felt very real. The pain was as if Mary had experienced it.

"Wait here." Gibran raised Mary's body and sat her in the stool.

"You're pregnant but it's still this light. I seem to be feeding you less, huh?"

Maria whimpers. Less, saying? Maria's calf even feels swollen now. Her pregnancy is still three months old.

"Light? Who said the chest and buttocks are getting plump? To the point of not going to sleep before touching her," the grumble of Mary who inexplicably did not accept was called light. Though usually he is happy because it means he is slim.

Gibran. "We're not making love, Plum."

"Not fucked but wet the bed."

Gibran chuckles. "But you like it' right?"

"That's enough. You're making me unfocused, honey."

Finally Mary was silent. He wouldn't want Gibran to slice his own hand if he kept talking to him. Maria noticed the husband, who was busy cutting vegetables and chicken. Looks like the guy's gonna make some soup.

Sure enough, a few moments later Gibran served the bowl with a flirting puff of smoke before Mary.

"Chicken shovel for Mommy and Baby" said Gibran, peeping at Maria's nose, while his hand rubbed the wife's belly.

Maria smiled back and began scooping the soup sauce, blowing it away for a while before sipping it off.

"Emm... delicious!"

Gibran smiled with satisfaction. "Then spend it."

"Where are you going?"

"I made you warm tea."

"Ohh ..." murmured Maria.

"Why? Are you afraid I'm staying?" ask Gibran amusedly.

While Maria immediately scowled because Gibran's guess was not entirely wrong. Ignoring Gibran, Maria begins to take her soup seriously. The savory warm broth managed to silence Mary's stomach which was originally rumbling.

Just as Gibran placed the teacup in front of Maria, Rayan emerged from the doorway. The man was silent for a moment staring at the princess and her daughter-in-law alternately.

"What are you doing?" ask a little indifferent and take a glass to then pour water, then drink it to the toilet.

Mary was a little surprised by her father's presence. Gibran looks ordinary.

"Oh."

"Why?" haggara Maria.

"No. Papa wants to go to sleep." Rayan approached wiping her daughter's messy hair, kissing her lightning while frowning faintly.

He glanced at Gibran who was standing leaning on the edge of the table, observing his figure as a whole. Rayan also could not be separated to pay attention to his daughter who was focusing on eating.

Without even being told Rayan knew what they had previously done. Mary's whites were full of tracks, with Gibran's neck and chest appearing to be exposed, showing some red patches.

Unknowingly Rayan shook her head and clucked. "Based on a young couple" he whispered to Maria.

"Why why?"

"It's nothing. Continue to eat you" he said, rubbing the princess's head.

Then he passed by and gave Gibran his final glance. "Just don't come out inside, danger to the fetus."

Maria blinked at the back of her father who was now disappearing from view. He looked up at Gibran who was still casually holding his sidekick. "What does Papa mean?"

The man chuckles and coaxes Maria's hair. "It's nothing. Quickly finish the soup."

"Basic is unclear" scowled Maria annoyed.

Gibran commented a gentle smile. "Papa you know we're fucking."

"We don't make love" said Maria.

Gibran shrugged his shoulders. "Our tracks and smells show that."

"Again, even though we do not do unification we still come out satisfied," continued Gibran grinned.

Mary immediately shamed in shame. "What's the store, anyway? Slut, huh! Watch out, I'm eating, you know, here!"

"Why indeed?" ask Gibran still with a shitty smile.

"Sobbly!"

Unexpectedly Gibran immediately laughed. Maria got goosebumps because the laughter echoed in the silence.

"Funny, yes, now you say disgust. It almost wanted to be eaten, huh."

"Shop!"

Gibran still laughed before embracing Mary from behind. "Yes, sorry. Let's finish the meal" he whispered, briefly peeping at Maria's ears.

"His hands are silent!" ketus Maria where she felt Gibran's hand creeping on her chest.

Gibran chuckles. "okay."

He immediately stopped his actions and sat down beside Mary, watching her in silence while thinking what to do in front of him.

Mary increasingly dreamed of memories in the past. Perhaps Gibran should be thankful that Mary still did not recognize him in those memories. But, if one day fate requires that everything be revealed, will they still be able to eat together like now?

Especially, if Maria will be fine while the condition of her head is worrisome for pressure.

It would be easier if Mary's memory was lost forever. But, suppressing memory also has a high risk.

Gibran would rather Maria hate him than erase the memories that would make her not okay.

That's a lot worse.

"Mary" call Gibran, slowly.

"Hm?"

"Se agapo."

Maria blinked, shifting her attenuation from the sop towards Gibran. "Is this Koko a walking dictionary? What other language is that? Why are there so many things I don't understand?"

Gibran smiled softly, he touched Mary's forehead as he said. "Find it yourself means. That's when you get to your room you remember."

"It sucks!"

Gibran knew Mary had a hard time remembering foreign languages.