His Purpose
142. Small Talk

Is it really just a dream? Why come over and over again? It's so weird, Maria dreamed the same person so many times. And again, still with the same subject, those who are lovers.

Seniors. Who is Senior in question? Of the many older sisters on campus before, none of their physiques resembled men in their dreams. In fact ... he found these traits in Gibran.

His jaw was firm, his lips were always thin straight, as well as his nose. I don't know, every time she came in a dream, Mary felt like she was looking at Gibran.

Their body posture is the same. As she walked, Mary sometimes looked at Gibran and compared the two inwardly.

After all that, how could Mary not feel strange?

"Father," call Maria slowly.

He stood in the doorway of Rayan's study. Rayan herself was standing next to the window staring out, turning her back to Maria.

The man looked and turned around. "Marya? What's up, son?"

Rayan gestured for Maria to come in and sit on the sofa with her. "Come here."

Mary walked over and stepped beside her father. He was silent as if he was thinking something. Rayan realized that and asked. "What's wrong? You got a problem?"

Maria is still tight.

"A fight with my husband?"

Maria shook her head. He sighed and looked down at his finger on his lap.

"I dream" whispered Mary. "A very strange dream."

Rayan frowning. "What strange dream?" He looked at the princess curiously.

Maria looked up, her own face doubtful and confused. "I don't know, but .. I've had several dreams about the same person, but different stories."

"But the subject is still the same, we were a couple in the dream. She ... she's my lover, at least that's how I remember."

Ray listened seriously.

"We are students at the same campus. I don't know, I don't remember exactly where."

"Do you remember who that guy was?" ask Rayan carefully.

But he was relieved when Mary shook her head.

"Of all my dreams, I have never once seen his face as a whole, it must be only half a nose."

"But ... somehow I feel that person looks like Koko."

Deg.

Rayan's body stiffened for a moment. He swallowed hearing Mary's last explanation. Rayan straightened her body staring at the table. His feelings were filled with confusion. She knew Mary had been dreaming. Apparently, even though there were no triggers even though Mary's memory kept coming back through the sleeping flowers.

It is not impossible if one day the memory really returns completely. Slowly and one by one the memories rained down on Mary in her subconscious. If so, what should he do?

"According to Papa, can it still be called a dream? Is it possible that we dream of the same person for more than 3 times?" Mary looked at her father for an opinion.

Maria couldn't stand this. Maybe at the beginning Mary only considered the wind passing, but over time Mary felt increasingly awkward.

Slowly Rayan looked. "Papa .. don't know what to say."

"In Science, if someone gets the same dream over and over again, it indicates he or she is under stress or has unresolved past trauma. Repeated dreams also signify an anxiety within us." Rayan's voice seemed to shrink at the end of the sentence.

Maria. "Do I have past trauma?" muttered.

Rayan immediately clasped his daughter's hand. "Don't think too much, maybe you're just stressed because you're having a heavy injury."

Maria nodded and whispered. "That's it, huh?" His voice looks uncertain.

But Rayan nodded firmly. Then the man sighed and got up from his seat. "Have lunch?"

Rayan smiled. "In that case ... How about tea?"

Maria nodded and smiled. "Can."

***

"Mary says she dreams of you a lot."

"I know."

Rayan. "You know what?"

"Hm."

Gibran stared straight at the expanse of the pond in front. Both of his hands were tucked in his pocket. They just finished lunch together. And like most other pregnant women Maria becomes more sleepy without being prevented from falling asleep. Like now.

"If she knew the man in her dream was you, maybe your relationship wouldn't be the same anymore."

Gibran did not respond. His roar remained flat until it was difficult for Rayan to guess the contents of his heart.

Both are covered in silence. Gibran stared at the palm trees scattered in every corner of the pond. This residence is designed like a luxury hotel with a variety of interiors quite fantastic.

"When little Mary loved to play with water, but strangely until now she could not swim." Rayan chuckled small. "After having a lot of money I made this big pool for him, but it turns out that water is no longer a fun thing after he grows up."

Gibran looked curious. "Why?"

Rayan turned her head with the corner of her lips raised, very thin. "He drowned in his school swimming lessons."

Gibran. It turned out that this was the reason Mary was so scared as she invited her to stretch in the water.

"He's not traumatized, just so often be careful if he finds a pool."

"Sir." Suddenly Jill came to interrupt.

Gibran and Rayan looked at it almost simultaneously. The woman approached and whispered something in Gibran's ear.

I don't know what he said until Gibran's forehead wrinkled faintly. Rayan himself does not want to know or interfere with problems that are not domestic.

Gibran nodded, "Okay, you stay here." Then he turned to Rayan. "I have to go" he said short.

Rayan raised an eyebrow while nodding. He watches Gibran and his bodyguard disappear behind the door.

His breath was wasted. He hates the man because of the tragedy that befell Mary in the past, but after seeing how much Gibran cares for his daughter, Rayan is on the verge of a dilemma that causes her not to know what to do.

Rayan only thought that if Maria was injured again because of Gibran, then she would immediately separate them without a care.

For now, she will be neutral as it seems that Mary loves the man very much. However all Rayan hoped for was Maria's happiness, there was nothing else he wanted to do since the departure of his wife. The goal is only to make Mary happy, after that death was not a problem for Rayan.

Gibran walked in a hurry to enter the car, he forbade Nick who wanted to come and drive. "You're here. If there's anything with my wife, call."

"But, Tuan—" Nick's sentence hangs in the air as Gibran spurs his car quickly.

Nick was curious, what was the matter until his master left in such a hurry. Nick catches Jill's whereabouts and immediately asks. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"There was a work accident on one of the developer projects" Jill replied briefly.

Nick blinked. "That's .. Why wasn't I the one being contacted? Why did you even know first?" He was a little offended and envious.

Naturally, usually Nick who always knows in advance everything that concerns the work of Gibran.

Jill shrugged her shoulders. "Your call is off, one of the contractors contacted the central company and called me."

"Gosh ..." Nick was confused. "It looks like I'll have to change the phone immediately whose power can last 24 hours."