His Purpose
125. A Familiar Bag

"Coko, fear ..."

"I hold it, relax. Try the leg movement."

Maria according. He lifted his foot off the surface of the pond and moved it slowly. Maria was stunned when she first felt her body drift. He was afraid of not being able to swim. It has been a long time since Maria last played in the pool, it was done on the edge with a hand not separated from the handle.

Now it was no longer the iron grip that he relied on, but Gibran who gladly became the pillar and buoy for Mary. The man faithfully embraced his waist in the water. Although Mary was still stiff and hesitant, Gibran did not escape to accompany Mary patiently.

"Rilex, Plum. You will not drown. Come on, lighten your legs."

"Capek .." whining Maria.

Slowly come out of Gibran's mouth. "You walk around the mansion no tired of it. Now that you've only been in the pool for a while you've been complaining like this?"

"Can be different ..."

"Whatever. Move again" Gibran said.

"Coko don't be rude ..."

Gibran took a deep breath and exhaled him slowly. "Who's that bad?"

"Shop."

"I'm trying to teach you" elak Gibran.

"But Koko said it loud."

Gibran longed to roll his eyes, but he had to be patient because Maria's feelings were more sensitive since she became pregnant.

"Okay, let's move again. For a long time your body will feel light" said Gibran a little softer.

Mary followed every instruction from Gibran. There may have been about an hour for Gibran to take Mary out to play with water (as Mary considered it) until the man brought her over.

Gibran lifted up Mary's body and sat her by the pool. He stood between Mary's open feet. Gibran smiled for a while and then sprinkled a kiss on Mary's naked belly, rubbing her hands there while occasionally looking up throwing a warm gaze.

"Racid?"

Maria nodded with a smile.

"Seru, right?"

"Huum" this time he nodded.

Gibran chuckled, he squeezed Maria's thigh to make her giggle. Gibran forbade Mary from wearing a tight swimsuit, allowing her to wear a bikini that did not clench her stomach. After all, the location of the pool is indoor, he does not have to worry about the rogue spy who will target his wife.

"Coko hasn't shaved yet, huh?"

"Kok know?"

"Geli, know. Scratchy. What kind of blisters?"

"Sorry." Gibran rubbed Mary's smooth thighs. He also did not want that beautiful body to be injured. "You shaved, yeah."

"Again?"

"Why? Don't wanna?"

"You, coke. But ..."

"What?" Gibran raised an eyebrow waiting. Especially when he found the changed look of Mary, he who understood also immediately clucked, averted his eyes while chuckling unexpectedly.

"I'm cold, you know."

"Well, let's get a towel."

"Just a minute .." whining Maria.

Gibran sighed. He could see Mary's deep desire. The top of the woman's chest tightened behind the wet bra. He sighed, "Okay."

Maria smiled feeling victorious, especially as Gibran began to open his legs wider. The man revealed the edge of the triangular cloth that covered the center of his body. Maria bit her lips, impatiently waiting for Gibran's game which always makes her twitch.

A chill spread as Gibran pushed through his intimate gap for a little longer. The man seemed to flinch for a moment, rubbing his thumb there while looking fixedly at Maria.

Oh, this is so exciting. Maria believes the man's slim pants have tightened in the groin.

"You're so happy to lure me, Plum," Gibran rattled with his raucous voice.

Maria smiled mischievously, biting her finger in the most sensual way that made Gibran unable to bear to not groan.

"Because you're too hot to miss."

"You're always so amazing."

***

Maria slid the wardrobe door while humming a little. She had just finished her bath and was about to pick out clothes in the closet. Today he plans to check with Gibran.

But, there's a little problem. Some of the clothes in his closet started to tighten and become uncomfortable. Maria scowled around looking for a looser dress for her to wear.

His lips pursed because what he found was precisely old model clothes. Not too long either, anyway. But he was wearing it last year.

Maria didn't bring a lot of clothes from the Gibran mansion. He thought because the clothes here are also many and can still be used. But it turns out he was wrong, his stomach development was faster than he had expected.

Maria opened all the closet doors hoping to find something not too tacky to wear. Until accidentally his hand even shifted the closet door that holds all the collection of his bag.

"Good, god ..." Maria hung up her words as her eyes caught a familiar one.

Maria sculpts. His body was glued to the face of a small-sized bag stuck in the bottom corner of the closet.

Without realizing it his heart was racing. Whatisthis? Maria felt like she had seen the bag, but where? Why did he realize he had a limited-produced bag many years ago? When did he buy it?

Mary took the bag and looked at it deeply. Wait a minute, this bag ...

"This ... this bag ... didn't I see it in a dream a few weeks ago?" maria half in disbelief.

Confusion then covered his face. Too late in thinking Maria felt her head start to throb. He massaged his wrinkled forehead while continuing to remember when and where he had bought the item.

Gibran appeared in his bathrobe and smiled at Mary. "The plum? You're not wearing clothes yet? What was? You must be confused, huh?"

Seeing Mary who was silent Gibran was not frowning. He grabbed the woman's shoulder from behind. "Darling?"

Maria wails. He quickly turned his head and found Gibran looking at him curiously. "Why you?"

"Huh?"

"Why silence?"

"This A— ..." Maria looked down at the bag in her hand. Gibran also followed Mary's line of sight and was immediately transfixed.

Suddenly, he spontaneously snatched the small bag from Maria's hand. His sharpened face looked tense as he swallowed. "W-Where did you get this bag from?"

Maria is confused. "That's what makes me wonder" he said half in doubt. "Koko why? How, surprised?"

Now Gibran is looking ragged. "I? Ah, that ... that ..."

"I just found out you have this limited bag."

Maria whimpers. "Do you think I can't afford it?" sewot Maria was offended.

You told me to buy it.

Gibran blinked throwing his breath in another direction. "Not so," he murmured softly. "Why not wear clothes? We're going to the doctor, right?" he continued to try to divert the conversation.

Succeeds. Now Mary's lips pursed recalling the problems she experienced. "I'm confused what to wear. My clothes have mostly narrowed. Some people even take off too much body. How is this ..." lamented Gibran.

"We brought clothes from the mansion, right?"

"Indeed, but this morning accidentally fell lotion."

"What?"

"It's only been 4 months, right? Why is my body growing so fast, huh?" Mary turned her body in the mirror. "Oh, no. It's too fat. Does Koko think I should diet."

"Don't try" Gibran said.

"But ugly ..."

"Pretty."

"Related?"

"You're beautiful in any condition."

Mary was still complaining and whining.

In the middle of their conversation, Gibran secretly felt uneasy with the bag that was now in his hand.

About what should he be doing this?