His Purpose
141. A Dream

"Let's break up."

Maria who was sipping her juice kept looking up. "What?"

"We're ending this."

"Senior is joking, huh?"

Gibran silent. He looked straight at the girl in front of him seriously, there was no joking look like Maria said just now.

"Se-senior .. seriously?" ask Maria. "B-but why? Wasn't our relationship okay all along? Did I do anything wrong?"

Gibran. "You're not wrong anything. But circumstances that don't allow us to continue together. I'll soon have to resume S2 in Switzerland, and you'll also have to focus on your studies here."

"But can we still relate?" the argument that Maria did not accept.

Right, guys? Time has advanced, there is no reason for them not to communicate.

"I will stay there" Gibran said. "It's unlikely we'll ever see each other again."

"Then I'll move there," interrupted Maria quickly. "Didn't we have the same dream? Living together in Switzerland? I'll go with Senior," break up Maria sure.

Gibran did not accept the idea. He shakes firmly. "can't. You have to finish your studies here."

"Why is that? Then we ...?" lirih Maria with teary eyes.

"I told you, we end it all."

Maria shook her head with a small fad that started to sound. "Why should we break up? I can, really, wait for Senior to finish there. If Senior doesn't want to go back to New York, let me visit there regularly. I'll take it to Switzerland every semester break. We can still meet without having to part."

Gibran did not answer. He would rather be silent than waste his energy arguing with Mary. The man's silence left Maria's brain dead. The man still wants a farewell.

Eventually their relationship broke down. Maria never said she agreed, but Gibran's indifference every time she met signified that their togetherness was over.

Gibran even changed his phone number and blocked Maria's number.

***

"Ck, that's right, dong, Laura!" decak Mary.

Laura also clucked while sneering thinly. "I told you to go to the salon if you want to be good. Madam is so fussy. Why do I have to wear it, anyway?"

Maria belatedly, she almost kicked the girl if she did not remember the norms of humanity.

"You don't see how my hands are? Don't go to the salon, just go up and down the stairs already because of the pain."

"And for me, it's up to me to wear it or not. You live oles-oles what's hard? So the subordinates denied constantly," dumel Maria.

"Yes the Madam protests continue." Laura won't lose.

"Gee!"

"Ah, Cocoa!" Mary exclaimed smallly as her eyes caught Gibran's presence in the doorway. The man was watching Maria and Laura.

Laura who heard Maria's call was shocked. He quickly stood up and bowed several times greeting Gibran.

Gibran approached, then rubbed Mary's head and kissed her briefly. Laura was flirting herself. Even brazenly her cheeks flushed red looking at the scene that she thought was friendly.

Aih, very lucky Madam. I'd rather be his servant, hihi.

"What meda?"

Gibran's voice also changed drastically when talking to Maria. Actually Laura has been curious for a long time, study what the woman was wearing until her master looks amazingly crazy.

Mary showed one hand to Gibran. "Wear me," she replied, sweet.

"Oh, do I have to get out?" inner Laura. He scratched his cheek awkwardly, because now Gibran grabbed the clumsy hand and peed one by one finger. Good thing I'm already dry.

Laura was stunned as the man turned to her. "You can get out" he said briefly.

"Eh, but it hasn't been sele .. sai. Ah, well I'll be out. Hehe, let's Madam, sir." Laura left Maria's room.

He breathed deeply when he got outside. "Jeez, it turns out more beautiful to see directly than watching a drama. My heart until dag-dig-dug made it."

"Koko why did you drive Laura? My legs haven't finished being cut." Mary frowned moving her toes on the carpet.

Gibran smiled and sat down under Mary. "Let me just."

Maria glares. "What's? Can Koko be? No no, let Laura continue. There are only 3 fingers."

"I can," chuckles Gibran.

Maria was about to refute back but stopped when Gibran looked at her as gently as that. Oh, my God, he made me weak.

Maria also breathed. "Yes," the breakup made Gibran smile.

Gibran began to take the tiny bottle that Laura had kept on the table. "Which color is it?"

Mary pointed to one. "That's it, that one."

Gibran plucks the one Maria pointed at. "Plum color?" ask while glancing.

Maria clucking. "What the hell, ah." She's ashamed.

Nodding off, Gibran grabbed Mary's leg and placed her on his lap. He swiped a moment of his delicate calf, then anchored the light kiss of feathers that made Mary so keen.

"Okay, let's start" Gibran said, as if breathing.

"Outhorized!" Maria reminded.

Gibran brandished the omen's finger okay.

Gibran bowed for a few minutes until his shoulder hurt. He tried hard to smear Mary's pretty nails with cuttings. So focused was Gibran to hold his breath.

Maria herself was also anxious to witness the caution of her husband. Up to five minutes later a sigh of relief came out in Gibran's mouth, followed by the man's head that looked up cursing laughter at Maria.

Mary laughed at the sweat condensing at the temple of Gibran. God, is it that hard to polish me?

Gibran shook his head in astonishment as he observed Mary's fingers of success he was staining. "It's harder than holding a gun."

Before long the two laughed at feeling funny themselves. Maria was unaware of Rayan who had been observing in the doorway. The man turned around unwilling to disturb the affection of the two humans.

"Lumayan," nods Maria satisfied. "Not too neat, anyway. But okay."

Gibran kissed Mary's knees before resting her chin there. His eyes glared at Mary lovingly, then down into the stomach, rubbing their impatient child candidate Gibran was waiting for.

"I love you."

***

The sound of unpretentious ambulance enlivened a place in the city center, precisely in District 98. A family was found dead, allegedly they committed mass suicide by downing poison together.

One of them Maria knows well as her close friend. Maria pegged with her legs riveted, her eyes twinkling with hearts, watching one by one the body bags were removed and put into ambulances.

Mary's breath began to be disordered with fear. That was when his net accidentally caught a black silhouette on top of the building. The shadow of the man disappeared in the darkness.

Without being prevented Maria's body shook violently. Is this a warning to him too? Does he really have to leave Senior?

Maria opened her eyes. His breath ran as if being chased by something. Gibran who that night happened to still wake up immediately turned his head. He closed and put his laptop on the nightstand.

"The plum? What was? Why awake?" ask Gibran in a soft voice.

Mary shifted her eyes at Gibran, still breathless. "I-I'm dreaming."