His Purpose
129. A Guilt

"Your mama's an outrageous thing." Valencia clucked his phone out of his ear. He had just received word from someone about the calamity that had befallen Mary.

Gabriel just took a deep breath. What does he have to do with it? Anyone knows what Sandra Willis looks like.

"Don't think too much, you're pregnant. Remember, the doctor told you to bedrest and not stress" Gabriel said.

Valencia pregnancy is a bit problematic. Several times they found a little blood in the intimacy pants. Doctors advised Valen not to do much activity, both physical and non-physical.

"Do you not care about him?" Valen blinked, "Yes ...how is he your ex-boyfriend?"

"Then I have to meet him and comfort him? Are you not jealous?"

Valen was silent, he shook his stomach slowly.

"There is Gibran. He doesn't need anyone now. Who am I anyway? I'm just a bastard who left him on his wedding day. That's how I'm in Mary's eyes now."

"Sorry" Valencia said. "I'm just worried because she's pregnant too."

Gabriel grabbed the woman and planted a kiss on her temple. "I understand you'd love to be good friends with him."

"But it seems like it's going to be hard, considering I'm the one who messed up the wedding." Valen looked at Gabriel listlessly. "We can't even go anywhere" he continued complaining. "If it wasn't for your brother's help, we might have been caught, and I would have been forced to marry someone else."

Gabriel doesn't know about Valen and Gibran's match. All she knew was that Valen was forced to marry the man of her family's choice.

Gabriel smiled. "I told you not to think about anything. You just keep complaining like this."

"Sorry, yeah."

Gabriel's forehead wrinkled. "Sorry for what?"

"Because of me, you have to leave everything."

The man chuckled a little, he again kissed Valen, this time right on his lips and gripped him for a bit. "I'm not poor."

He laughed as Valencia poked a heavy pinch in his stomach. "Can't you be serious a little?" the dumel again made Gabriel laugh.

It was hard talking to Gabriel. Sometimes the guy can be as upsetting as he is now.

***

"Darling?" Gibran whispered as Mary opened her eyes. The petals moved and crept slowly.

His hands were unceasingly rubbing the woman's forehead.

"Cococo?" whispered Maria lirih. He grimaces when he accidentally moves his body. "My hands ..."

Hurry Gibran to calm. "Sstt .. It's okay. It will also heal," he said gently.

"sick." Mary's lips were about to cry. It managed to hit the consciousness of Gibran who was feeling failed to keep Maria.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone."

Maria sobbed but shook her head. "I asked Koko to go."

"But I should have come back quickly. Sorry."

"Drink, honey." Gibran held out a glass of water to Mary. Previously he had set the height of the back of the bed to be a little strapping.

Gibran painstakingly helped Mary drink. He held the glass and kept it back when he was done.

Gibran rubbed Mary's forehead again, removing any children with hair he thought was very disturbing.

Some time they just fell silent until soon the doctor came with Rayan who immediately approached as soon as he realized his daughter was awake.

"Mary, are you conscious? What do you feel now? Is anyone sick? How's your hand?"

Maria did not answer. Free he said fine because it was not so. Instead, he complained about some parts of his body that were sick.

The doctor examined Maria. He said about 8 to 12 weeks his hands could recover. Maria is grateful that her baby is still alive, but at that time she was sandwiched between dozens and maybe even hundreds of people in the hospital.

"Luckily the mother's uterus is strong and the condition of the previous pregnancy is also healthy. There are no serious problems except for your hands that still require several months of recovery" the doctor explained.

Gibran smiled faintly as Maria looked up. Instinctively his outstretched hand rubbed his wife's head affectionately. The sight did not escape the attention of Rayan, but he just remained silent and did not react to anything.

"I'm sorry then? I will check again regularly. If you need anything, just press the caller button near the table, okay?" the doctor continued, pointing at something like an intercom with his thumb.

Then the man came out after one more farewell. Rayan approached to kiss the head of Maria, the highlight was a sad look at the situation of the princess who thought it was very sad.

Rayan raised Maria alone. Since childhood he never once let Maria hurt even though as big as a needle prick. But now he finds his disabled daughter unable to move her hand. Even though it was only temporary, Rayan's heart still hurt to see it.

"I'm sorry Papa couldn't take care of you."

"Mr ..." Maria rubbed the corner of Rayan's watery eyes with her left hand. "Papa don't cry. Maria is okay. The doctor says it'll be normal again after it's healed."

Rayan only smiled briefly, she slightly glanced at the faithful Gibran standing beside Maria. "But Papa was disappointed. You have a husband but you can go through something like this. That means your husband doesn't take care of you."

"Papa," rebuked Mary subtly. He saw Gibran was bad.

But thankfully, Gibran seems ordinary and does not take heart Rayan's words.

Rayan sighed. "Papa to the office for a minute. Kashian Uncle Liem, he replaced Papa's meeting for a while."

Maria nodded with a smile. "Hm, go. Papa doesn't have to worry, there is Koko here" he said, holding Gibran's arm.

Rayan snorted, but she was reluctant to remove the smile of Mary who was like the proud of her husband.

The man came out closing the door leaving the young couple who were none other than his son and daughter-in-law.

"Coko," call Maria.

"Hm?"

"In the future maybe Papa will say more and more ketus, please do not take heart, huh?" Maria begged.

Gibran gave a warm smile. He stroked Maria's hair while nodding in agreement.

Gibran has been quiet since Maria woke up. Maria could feel a gray aura within her. Gibran why? Does he feel guilty?