His Purpose
131. Why Always Me?

The sound of shouting was heard shortly after Gibran came out while reusing his gloves. His figure looks dark under the night sky.

Followed by three other screams, the atmosphere gradually quietened and deserted. His men must have finished slashing one by one the hospital employee's arm. Previously Gibran did the same thing to Sandra's confidants. He cut off the man's hand with a samurai.

Gibran grinned observing the flash in his hand. "Just wait, I will make you lose face in the eyes of the world" he said, inserting the object into his pocket.

Gibran then climbed on his big motorbike, put on a helmet before then drove through the silence of traffic.

Arriving at the hospital he immediately gave the helmet, jacket and gloves to the man who had been waiting in the lobby.

"Is there anything suspicious?"

"Sir, sir," said the man as he received the goods Gibran had handed to him.

"Okay, go" Gibran said, entering the hospital's double door.

The man lowered his head, then went on his bike at Gibran's command.

Gibran took the elevator back to the floor where Maria was being treated. He walked with a relaxed look as if nothing had happened before.

The four loyal bodyguards standing guard there bowed immediately upon discovering Gibran had returned.

"So did anyone come in while I was gone?"

"Nothing, Sir."

"Good."

Gibran opened the door to Maria's ward and closed it quietly. The goal was not to wake Maria up, but the soft sound behind her managed to make Gibran peck for a moment.

"Where's the shop?"

Gibran was silent, a second later he turned around and walked closer to the bed.

"From the outside. Since when do you wake up?"

"Not long. Maybe about ten minutes ago," Maria said, glancing at the clock.

"Oh." Gibran nodded, understanding at once relieved. "Why awake?" He placed his butt next to Mary, took the woman's left hand and rubbed her gently without touching the infusion. His eyes looked at Mary waiting.

"Hunger .." answered the woman.

Gibran smiled. He was grateful that although he was sick, Mary's appetite had not changed. Especially since pregnant Maria often wake up at night.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mary was silent as if in doubt. "It's like it's dimsum, but .. it's been last night there's definitely no one to sell."

Maria's complaint makes sense. But Gibran certainly did not want Maria to fail to get his wish.

"I'll try to find it" Gibran said.

Maria stared at Gibran uncertainly. "Where to look?"

"Where ever. There is no impossible word before trying, right? Then you wait a minute, I'm out first." Gibran went back up and kissed his forehead.

Maria did not hold back the man's departure even though she doubted Gibran would get what she wanted. But Mary forgot that Gibran was the most unpredictable man, capable of even the most difficult things.

Thirty minutes later, the man returned with a large plastic bag containing a number of boxes. It is the dimsum that Mary asks in it.

"A lot. Where did Koko get this from?" Maria looked up curiously.

Where is the dimsum store still open at 2 p.m?

Casually and innocently inclined Gibran replied. "Because no one opened one, my men patronized the house of one of the shopkeepers."

Maria gaping. "What?"

Gibran shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Well, not so distracting, really. They have stock for tomorrow, so they can be prepared quickly."

Either Maria should feel funny or sad because of Gibran's arbitrary actions. On the other hand, she was happy that Gibran was willing to do anything for her, but Maria also felt bad for those affected. In this case, of course, the owner of the shop dimsum.

"of course. I paid ten million for it" Gibran said.

Maria looked up quickly. Gibran was sitting on the edge of the bed facing him. "How much?"

"Ten million .. I don't know, I don't remember how many." Gibran looks very relaxed.

Maria looked down at the five boxes of dimsum with different fillings. Starting from meat, vegetables, to cheese and some other flavors that Maria can not mention.

Ten million, he said? Geez, did he buy a laptop or food?

If you buy it at a 10-star restaurant Maria can understand. But this is just a medium-sized tavern, right?

Maria cleared her throat reluctantly responding more. Gibran and his habit of wasting money cannot be changed. Maybe it was his character since childhood.

Mary did not argue when Gibran took over the chopsticks from Mary's hand. One thing Mary liked about Gibran, the man was sensitive to the situation.

As now, he can understand the condition of Mary that is not possible to use chopsticks with the left hand. Actually Maria can eat without tools, but Gibran immediately glared when he saw her about to do that.

"Your hands will get dirty. You also use the infusion."

Since when to use infusion so can not eat?

"A," Gibran said, who had mixed the dimmum on the sauce, and extended it to Mary.

Mary devoured the marrow with pleasure. He nodded and felt delicious and delicious in his mouth. "Nob."

Yes lah. Dimsum ten million names.

Gibran smiled warmly. He stretched out one after another that Mary unconsciously spent. I know there's only one box left.

"This is for Koko" said Maria.

Gibran raised an eyebrow. "Happy?"

"Huum." Mary muttered with her mouth full.

Gibran nodded putting all the empty containers onto the table. But he didn't eat the rest of the marrow that Maria meant.

"Cock, not eaten?"

Gibran smiled. "Later, Plum. You drink first."

The man held out a glass of water to Mary, which the wife immediately gulped down.

Suddenly Gibran laughs pinched Maria's cheek. "You've been looking like a panda for a long time, yeah."

"Yes?"

"Eat and sleep. Your stomach is also enlarged" Gibran added.

Another with Gibran who looks happy, Maria actually felt offended by the man's words.

"Do you mean I'm fat?"

Gibran realized his mistake. He immediately shut up and confused. Moreover, Mary's expression now scowled sharply with the nose of the fireworks like to cry.

"Bu-no, I mean you're funny," Gibran sizzled wrongly.

"Ah, I like the woman contains. And I'm glad you're like this."

Intentions wanted to cheer up, but Mary sobbed instead. "People say, a man's speech can't be held. Hiks, and I feel like Koko's been a bit of a bitch lately."

"Don't let a lot of women become victims. Honestly, before marriage how many women did Koko manage to sleep with?"

The unexpected celebration left Gibran dumbfounded in his heart. He was so dumb that Mary could accuse him so much. Why is this conversation not going on?

And, why is it always Gibran who looks wrong?

"Mary, are you seriously asking me that?"