His Purpose
14. The Other Side of Gibran

"Ko ... Koko's going to overtime, huh?" mary asked a little. His eyes led to a cup of coffee that had been toileted on the table.

Apparently the man was having coffee after work. There-just was, he thought ghosts. Maria almost wet her pants. If that happens, the shame can get to Bukit Tinggi. Maybe Mary won't dare to face Gibran again.

"Hm" Gibran murmured in response. Maria was no wonder. The word seems to have become a distinctive feature of Gibran. He also did not expect more.

"I see," said Maria, nodding.

He sipped back the remaining half of his warm milk. As she would have trouble sleeping, Mary decided to make warm milk. Mumpung Gibran is well prepared to wait for him, so all of you.

"Supposed to rest. From morning it was work. Why do I have to work at home again?"

"Is that your business?" ask Gibran while side-scaping, flat.

Maria gurgling. Why should he care? Fool Maria.

"A ... I-it ..."

"Take the milk. If I don't want to leave."

Mary's lips pursed. In her heart she grumbled at her husband. What sin was it until God had the heart to make her marry a man an expression like Gibran?

Forget it, this was Maria's own decision. If it wasn't for her father's company being threatened, Maria would rather bear the embarrassment and just cancel marriage.

Jdeerr!!!

"Geez!" Mary jumped out of her seat. He ran towards Gibran. His steps came to a halt just a few inches beside the man's chair.

Gibran's eyes drew flat on him. Mary grimaced, slowly she returned to the other side of the table where she had been sitting. Gibran's gaze really made him not wrinkle. The man seemed to warn her to stay in place.

The sound of thunder again surprised him. Maria inevitably returned to Gibran's side, her body shrinking under the man's gaze.

"Fear .." great-grandson of Mary as her eyes met Gibran's.

The man looked to breathe. He pulled the dining chair beside him, then motioned to Maria to pick up her milk glass and moved to sit there.

Maria according. Quickly he scooped his glass and sat down beside the man. He would almost stumble upon the leg of the chair if he were not careful. It doesn't really feel bad. A mixture of nervousness by Gibran and fear due to the rumbling sound of rain outside.

Maria sat restlessly, squeezing the glass body with her eyes occasionally glancing at Gibran. Sitting next to your husband but sitting next to your mentor. His heart pauses jedug erratically. Gibran's frozen face often intimidated him. The atmosphere is still haunted even though the lights of the room are on.

Is correct. Gibran's bright side was willing to give in to turning on the lights because Maria was scared.

"Ko ... Koko—"

"spent."

"O-OK," nodded Mary obediently.

Not long the milk in the glass Maria was toilet. Afterwards he was made to see Gibran who stood up for a second after the last drop entered his mouth.

Mary rose up in pursuit of Gibran's long steps.

"Shop! Wait!"

"The glass hasn't been washed yet."

"Let it."

"But it will be swarming with ants, how?"

Gibran stop. The unprepared Mary had to let her forehead hit that hard back. Pretty sick. If he's blind, he'll probably think what he hit was a closet.

The man looked at her for a moment. "What do you think of that for? Just think of your body that might be cold because your clothes are so thin."

After saying that Gibran then walked back. While Mary was busy observing her clothes which Gibran said was very thin. Jesus, is that guy secretly watching her?

Mary was tickling with her own mind. He continued to run after Gibran who had reached the doorway, preparing to turn off the lights.

"Shop!" maria approached as she approached.

Gibran raised one eyebrow.

"Did this dress make me look sexy?" tanyanya.

Maria folded a smile. "Koko said my dress was thin. That means I'm sexy, right?"

Silent. Gibran looked at him from top to bottom. While Mary waited anxiously. He himself did not understand what he was doing. I don't know the courage from which Maria could be impressed to tease Gibran.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes?"

"Does a broken heart frustrate you and want to seek an outlet?"

Maria blinked, trying to digest Gibran's question.

"I mean Koko?"

Gibran's eyes rose, looking straight at Maria. "You're teasing me?"

Silent. The two looked at each other with their own minds. Before long Maria flicked her hands while laughing, crisp. He turned his eyes to wherever he was not looking at Gibran.

"A .. hahaha ... Is Koko serious? Who would dare to do that?"

"You."

Maria stammered. "A-i?" tanyanya pointed at herself. "I-I didn't mean—"

His words stopped when Gibran suddenly eroded the distance. The man leaned on his height, making Maria reflex to rewind her back to almost a stray, if Gibran did not hold it.

"K-Bugfur ..."

"Stop thinking that's not your capacity. Act within limits."

"I-I mean Koko?" mary whispered almost inaudible.

"You think I don't know, the last few days you've been watching me and Nick? And you think I don't know what's inside your little head?" Gibran touched his index finger next to Mary's head.

Maria gulps. Suddenly the air around him seemed to narrow. "I-I ..."

"Stop. That's all you need to do. If you don't want to get punished."

Gibran moved away, releasing his embrace on Mary's waist. The woman looked pensive and a little dazed. Probably didn't expect Gibran to guess it so precisely.

But, for God's sake, his attitude just now had absolutely nothing to do with it. It was purely Maria did because of her instincts that wanted to joke. Maria didn't expect Gibran to take her seriously. The man knows more about what he thinks about his sexual orientation.

"Do you want to be there until morning? Be prompt. The lights will be off." Gibran's voice re-entered the eardrum.

Maria was moved from the daydream. He rushed out of the dining room before the man turned off the lights.

They walk almost side by side. Maria is silent. Even Gibran who does not talk much further adds to the silence of the atmosphere. Maria follows Gibran into the elevator. His body stood as stiff as a board beside the man.

His hands twisted each other, squeezing the shawl that wrapped his shoulders up to his chest.

"How was the renovation?" ask Gibran suddenly. Made Maria jump in her place.

"Re-renovating? It's been running for almost 10 percent."

Gibran did not ask again. The rest of them remained silent until the elevator reached the second floor, where the guest room occupied by Maria was temporarily located. Maria read in her room on the third floor. Just observe the development of the room that is in the design process.

Hesitating Maria swung her legs out of the elevator. Not what, the dim lighting of Gibran's house has not yet made him accustomed. He remained silent for a moment before stepping. However, his steps instantly came to a halt as the passageway around him turned bright.

Mary's eyes circulated, the atmosphere was no longer dim, she could clearly see the paintings lined up on several sides of the corridor.

He looked back, Gibran was still standing there, in the middle of the open elevator door. The man just looked at her without saying anything. However, Mary clearly knew it was Gibran.

Either the man told someone to turn on the lights, or the lights could be turned on automatically. To be sure, from the incident Maria could see the other side of Gibran which was clearly different and unexpected.

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