His Purpose
143. M and G

"Thank you, Mr. Gibran. Your help successfully lightened their families."

Gibran did not respond, he just stood firmly with both hands tucked in his pocket. This was already his responsibility as the owner of the company, something like this was not something he rarely met.

A doctor came out and explained the condition of three patients who were victims of Gibran's construction project. The doctor said one of them had to be amputated due to severe bone damage, plus the patient also had a history of diabetes.

"Oh my God." The man beside Gibran who was the project foreman was stunned.

He looked at Gibran who had no reaction. Before long another person came, he was Randy, the manager of the company that Gibran had contacted.

"Sir." Randy looked down.

Gibran gave a brief nod in return for the greeting. "I leave everything to you. If there's anything important please call Nick."

Randy nodded. "Good, Sir."

Gibran patted the young man on the shoulder and left the hospital. Just as he arrived at the Gibran lobby slightly stopped his steps. He just saw someone familiar.

Gibran frowned, his eyes unceasingly following the steps of the man who was now lost swallowed by the elevator door. He immediately reached into his cell phone and contacted Nick.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Investigate in more detail about Ginanjar Adiwiguna."

"Ginanjaar? He's a rare bird-owning man who died last month in our mansion?"

"Hm. I just saw him in the hospital. Find out more in depth. His family, his job, everything. No one should miss a single one."

"Do you suspect him as one of Willis' men?"

"Just do it" Gibran said.

He looked back again, stared long enough at the closed elevator door, then resumed his delayed steps.

***

"Where are the shops out of?"

Arriving at the residence, what Gibran found was Mary's sulking face.

"Go don't say anymore?" Now the woman is sneering.

Gibran chuckled closer to the wife who was currently sitting on the living room sofa. He slid his body beside her and then grabbed her in his arms.

Gibran sprinkled kisses on Mary's temple. "Sorry, Honey. Last emergency. There was a work accident on the project."

Maria took a breath. "Yes already. Next time say it."

Of course Gibran nodded. "You didn't ask more? Usually always suspicious."

"I believe Koko" said Maria. Impressed indifferently because he said it while opening a magazine.

Gibran again commented with a smile, this time he briefly kissed Mary's lips. "Your hand is still sick?"

Maria rolled her eyes. "Coko don't see still tied up like this? It hurts!"

Okay. Remind Gibran to be more patient in dealing with Mary's swing-like mood.

"I have something for you" Gibran said suddenly.

Maria looked. "Something? Food?"

Gibran shook his head, then he took out a thin glass box from his pants pocket. The glass seems to be made from diamonds because it is not translucent.

Maria frowned. "That's what?"

Slowly Gibran opened the box and at once Maria was stunned. A beautiful bracelet with a simple and elegant design glazed blinding eyes.

There are M&G initials that hang pretty as decorations. Maria couldn't take her eyes off so fascinated. "This ..."

"You likey?"

"Forku?" asked Maria innocently.

Patiently Gibran nodded in confirming. "Who else? You're the only queen I've got, "it always makes Maria blush.

"Oh my goodness, it is beautiful .." cried little Mary.

"This is a special design for you. I've been messaging for a long time, but it's only now."

Maria put her left hand. Gibran who understood immediately put the jewelry on Mary's wrist.

Well-favoured. Mary's skin, shiny as butter, grew brighter. Gibran kissed the bracelet, then looked up with a smile.

"You likey?" ask Gibran again.

Maria was enthusiastic. "Likea."

"How much is it?"

"You don't need to know."

"It must be expensive."

"Not more expensive than all the assets I gave you."

Maria asked no more. After all, this is just a small item for Gibran. Maria doesn't have to worry about her nominal. Instead of fearing omnipotence, he was offended that Gibran gave him a bargain.

"Why are you home?"

Maria stopped observing her bracelet and turned to Gibran with a frown. "Tumben asked Papa?"

Gibran. "Can't I ask about my own father-in-law?"

Mary's lips opened before then reviewing a smile of disbelief. "Well, does that mean Koko got along with Papa?" Maria's expression looked delighted.

Gibran sighed with a face. "When did asking become a sign of getting along?" lazy muttering.

Maria didn't care, she pinched Gibran's shirt sleeve and shook it slowly. "Say, has Koko made up with him?"

"When I fight."

"Koko and Papa are like two tigers who don't want to lose."

"Ck, your father started it."

"But Koko is also insolent."

Gibran looked fiercely. "You mean I'm not good?"

"Not."

"You said it."

"Not so ..."

"That's it." Gibran got up from the couch and left Mary loosened.

"He's why, anyway? Sensitive as baby's skin."

What hormones can a pregnant wife pass on to her husband?

"What's wrong with you, son?" Suddenly Rayan appeared behind him.

Maria surprised. He immediately turned his head as he saw his father passing by in the middle room. "Eitherway. Koko suddenly sulks."

"Hit?"

"Hm. Oh yeah, he asked Papa."

"Papa?"

Maria nodded. Rayan seemed to be thinking, wondering about the reason Gibran was looking for her. There must be something important. A person of high prestige like Gibran is unlikely to find someone for free.

"Yes already. Papa go inside first. Tired, take a shower."

Maria nodded, her eyes following the steps of the father who climbed the stairs towards the second floor. Mary again saw Gibran's bracelet and her own frown, then she kissed it many times with a flowering heart.

M&CS.

What do you mean by Mary and Gibran?

"Ah .. once romantic my husband ..."

Tok to tok.

Before long the sound of knocking on the door was heard. Mary moved because she was the closest one to the main door.

"Sorry, Miss. Here's a freight driver he said to take Mr. Gibran's order." The one who knocked on the door turned out to be the gate guard. He pointed at the man beside him who then smiled disdainfully at Maria.

"What order?"

The man immediately showed me something coated in a package similar to brown paper. The size is huge. From its shape like a frame.

"It turned out." Suddenly Gibran appeared. He took it out of the courier's hand.

"That's what?" Now Mary asked Gibran.

Gibran ignored Maria's question. Oh, my God, it turns out he's still sulking. Basic childish.

Gibran gave additional money to the delivery driver. The man looks so happy because the nominal given exceeds the usual postage. Though he said Gibran had paid cash before this, complete with shipping costs.

Jesus, if they were poor later, Gibran would have trouble organizing his royal life pattern.