His Purpose
15. The unexpected guest

"Mrs, why don't you take the elevator?" laura asked as she walked after Maria, down the stairs.

"Why take the elevator? Laura, we're only down one floor, not five."

Laura pursed, she silently muttered. "One floor. But the height of each floor here is double the height of the house in general."

"You said something?"

"No."

"Yes. You said something earlier. Tell me, what is it?"

Instead of answering, Laura quickly approached Maria, bringing her face to her side. "Mrs, there is a Master" he whispered.

The pace of Mary stopped, and so did Laura. Mary followed the servant's gaze, which led down the stairs.

Jesus, even though he had chosen the stairs instead of using the elevator because he did not want to meet Gibran. But they were found here.

Why did Gibran have to go up the stairs?

His body immediately stiffened as Gibran's steps approached. For a moment his eyes circulated just about anything, staring at anything as long as it was not Gibran. Then it cleared its throat as the masculine fragrance began to enter the sense of smell. What can be done, he should say hello, right?

"Ehm. Pa-Morning, Ko ..."

Gibran did not return his greeting. The man gawked just past him and also Laura who looked down respectfully.

My God, Mary has never met anyone as proud as Gibran.

Nick who followed behind the man, grimaced a little. He threw a smile, greeted Mary politely before passing by the master.

Patience, Maria. Positive thinking only. Maybe the man was mute and deaf.

"He was my husband."

"Yes? Did the madam say something?" asked Laura who was not very clear to hear Maria's words.

"No," Maria replied as she continued.

Laura tilted her head, scratching her temple unsure. He heard Mary speak.

"Laura!"

"Y-Yes, Madam!"

Laura slightly dashed down the stairs, catching up with Maria who was walking a little stomping as if holding back an upset.

While up there, a rumbling sound rang out loud enough to attract the attention of all the inhabitants of the mansion. Including Maria who immediately stopped her steps and looked up with a look of wonder mixed with worry, looking for the origin of the sound even though only the ceiling of the room was found.

Gradually the voice became clearer, and he knew it was coming from outside. He looked at Laura and threw a question. Instead of giving an answer to her curiosity, Laura threw back that astonished look at her. In other words, the girl doesn't know either.

Maria rolled her eyes lazily, she decided to follow some of the servants she saw running towards the northern part of the Mansion. Of course Laura is also following. The girl's like a postage stamp by day.

Arriving there, strong winds immediately slapped him as one of the servants shifted the connecting door that turned out to lead to a large field that was estimated to have a size of hectares.

Jeez, does Gibran intend to accommodate all the citizens of the archipelago with a dwelling of this size?

A helicopter landed there. It looks rather small because the distance is quite far in the middle of the roomy. However, Maria felt no stranger to the look of the vehicle. True, he recognized the design, color, and logo on his luxurious shiny body.

Also someone who was soon seen descending set foot on the grass.

"Madam, it looks like we have a guest" whispered Laura, whom he did not understand at all.

Maria felt her eyes blur. He could not prevent the haru taste that came to the surface. A salute to the servants who just realized his existence he ignored. The focus is only one. That is someone who now seems to be walking in the distance there, widening a smile waving at him.

Mary took a small gulp, before she screamed, running towards the man.

"APR ...!!"

Maria doesn't care if her voice sounds bad. All he knew, he wanted to hug the man who was currently stretching out his arms to greet him.

He kept running to the middle of the field. His long hair fluttered in the wind. Witnessed by the Mansion workers, Maria threw herself into the man's arms. Rayan Adibrata Tjandra, the father who hugged her equally tightly. Smell his hair and give a kiss on the head.

"Hello, Sweetheart," said Rayan.

Mary's defence collapsed when she heard the voice she so longed for. He was crying in front of Rayan. Rayan smiled a little. As a father he understood his daughter's feelings.

"Sorry, just visited you now. You didn't have any trouble here, did you?"

Maria did not answer, her hands tightened at Rayan's waist. Despite being aged, Rayan's body is still fit and without fat. Clearly, his father was very fond of exercising and eating healthy food. It is very different from the lazy Maria and often complains if you sweat a little. He also eats junk food. Lucky he is not fat, his body is still thin despite liking snacks.

"Stop crying. Papa so feel back to the time where you were 5 years old."

Maria did not care about her father's words that contained ridicule. He remained in tears, spilling all the claustrophobic as long as he stayed away from the man.

Maria used to live with her father. Since his mother died, only Rayan has.

"Kangen .." whining Maria with a raucous voice immersed by the chimpanzees of Rayan's field.

"Papa's better, honey. You know that."

Both of them dissolved in the atmosphere. No matter the noise of the helicopter is also the wind it causes. They miss each other after a long time without seeing each other.

Apparently it also flowed on the workers and servants who saw, especially Laura who was from the beginning closer to Maria.

While on the balcony upstairs, Gibran watched all of that flatly. There was not a single ripple that he showed on his face. Behind him, Nick faithfully stood by. His eyes looked down.

"Master doesn't want to welcome him?" nick asked a little glance at Gibran.

Not without reason he asked like that. Rayan Adibrata is now Gibran's father-in-law.

Gibran did not answer. His mouth was silent as usual. His hand slipped in his pocket. His calm and expressionless bearing despite dealing with even the most frustrating thing, often makes Nick think that the man has lost his feelings.

"no need. Just get the car ready. We're leaving now" he said before turning around and stepping past Nick. He left all the noise behind his house.

Nick had no choice but to obey. He hurriedly followed his master while sending a message to their driver below.

Afterwards, the two left regardless of the guest who was the Father of Mary, the New Lady at the Gibran Wiranata residence.

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