His Purpose
153. Undermines

"Eat already?"

Abhi appeared from the door of the porch, approaching Sandra who was sitting holding their second child. His hand was busy putting on a tie that was not also neat since.

Sandra shook her head while chuckling. He took over the tie and helped set it up properly. Abhi smiled while kneeling in front of Sandra. Sometimes he invites to play the child who looks at him with an innocent look.

Finished putting on the tie, Abhi took the two-year-old from Sandra's lap. "El same old Papa, huh? Mama wants to eat."

"I don't want to eat yet" Sandra said. "You go, pity the bad brother."

Just when that little man as tall as Abhi's thigh appeared with a pouting face. His hand was tightly grasping the rope of the bag. "Papa come. Why even carry a sister?"

His rails were sour and cloudy. Sandra raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'What I said.'

"Ah .. okay," ringis Abhi in the end.

He handed little El back to Sandra. "You don't forget to eat, yeah. El let's take care of Mama first. It seems like lately your face has been pale. Definitely sauces."

"Yes yes .. there to go." Sandra pushed Abhi's body, not forgetting that she also guided Gibran, the eldest who is now 6 years old.

"You guys be careful on the road, yeah. Brother, the provisions are not left behind, right?"

Asked, Gibran's face was grim. He was least happy to bring food and the like. Just like a child. He is an adult and has a younger brother, so he can find his own food when outside. The proof is that he more often spent money on snacks in the cafeteria or hanging out at the cafe after school.

"Yes, my bag is still inside." Rayan.

"Oh? Over where? Let me get it."

"In the middle room!" abhi exclaimed at Sandra who had entered in a hurry.

"It." Before long the woman returned with Abhi's briefcase.

Abhi smiles at Sandra and El's forehead before entering the car. "I'm leaving, yeah."

"Sister, kiss Mama first with her sister," he rebuked Gibran who had previously put on a sulking face.

Wouldn't want Gibran to comply. He stomped towards Sandra who was now crouching while giggling amusedly. "Big brother when angry, huh?" He asked El to talk. As a result the toddler was soaring pleasure.

Gibran's tiny legs wrapped in expensive shoes on tiptoes trying to reach Sandra's cheeks with her full lips wet.

Cup.

A kiss made Sandra smile out wide. Not yet had he kissed Gibran, the hand of El fat and stocky slapped the brother's head violently.

Plaque!

"Uuhhhh! Uhuhhh!"

"Mama! Bad sister!!!" yelling Gibran angry.

Abhi let out a long sigh trying to ease the tightness that filled the recesses of his chest. He looked up at the ceiling while daydreaming.

His body was limp leaning on the edge of the bed. The fact he just found out really hit Abhi's head all out.

At first he did not believe when his man showed evidence that Sandra had been pregnant 25 years ago. A baby Abhi has not yet learned of.

He once wanted to have a daughter. Abhi does not know what gender, but surely Abhi's heart feels hollow knowing the baby is now dead.

"That's bad you Sandra" he whispered softly.

Tok to tok.

"Sir, the company commissioner wants to see you." Jo knocked and said from the outside.

"I'll see him tomorrow!"

For a moment Jo fell silent. Maybe the young man was thinking hard why Abhi refused the arrival of an important person. Even so he still complains. "Good, Sir."

Abhi returned dreamy with a blank look. If the boy really dies, Abhi really can't forgive Sandra even if she goes to hell.

***

"Mrs, don't eat a lot of ice cream. Later Sir is angry again with me. He told you to keep an eye on your eating." Laura scowled watching Maria who was busy bribing ice cream voraciously.

Address scolded Gibran again, Inner Laura.

Luckily he was not fired despite repeatedly upsetting the man. Perhaps it was his closeness to Mary that was the reason. Laura is the golden child of Mary.

After spending a large cup of chocolate flavor, now Maria asked the matcha taste which of course Laura refused raw.

"One cup is enough, madam."

"But I'm still hungry."

"Yes, the lady eats rice. It's already dinner time."

But Mary nodded. "I don't want rice."

"Mrs want me to make pasta? The soup? Or the other one?" Laura is still trying.

Again, Maria nodded. "don't want. Bored."

"Then what?"

"Eitherway. All the food looks good."

Laura rolled her eyes lazily. Rice is food too, right? Why didn't you want to?

He was eager to say that, but he was resistant to prevent the complexity of the atmosphere because of Maria's often fickle mood and sentiments.

Maria opens a jar containing chocolate bar caramel flavor. He chewed while thinking what a nice menu for dinner this time.

"Papa's not home yet, is he?"

"Yet, Madam. Maybe he's overtime."

Maria clucking. "Crazy people work. Like this one likes to forget the wife."

Laura knew that Maria was insinuating Gibran, who had not contacted her until now.

He was reluctant to respond because he was lazy to spray. Let Maria do it herself. It will also stop.

A wife who says she is angry at her husband, but her husband's turn is not sought.

Maria did not know, at this time Gibran was smiling amusedly looking at his tablet that displays the atmosphere of the middle room of the residence Tjandra, where Maria is currently located.

He shook his head because again Maria was stubbornly eating ice cream when she was not there. Though previously Gibran had reminded many times not to eat too often high-calorie cold food.

He was afraid that his son was obese in the stomach, it would be at risk of difficult to get out. The operation? Gibran was already horrified before imagining it.

It looks like Gibran should start providing organic ice cream with low fat.

Maria also seems to like meatballs. Processes of meat whose existence is timeless since the first in Indonesia. Gibran has forgotten the taste of it since he settled in America for a long time.

But this time it was not the meatballs Maria ordered, but a jumbo-sized pizza that again made Gibran shake his head in worry.

"You're getting free to eat no husband's coffee. Ck, tsk, tsk."

Indeed, Gibran is fairly strict in regulating the diet of Mary in recent days. Starting from breakfast, lunch, dinner, even snacks can not be separated from the supervision of a nutritionist.

Just look when he gets home.

"You're really naughty, Plum. Very testing patience." Gibran snorted feeling amused himself.

Not that he did not know, all this time Maria often wondered about its existence. It made Gibran grateful that Mary was not completely angry and disappointed.

Actually Mary is quite mature in addressing everything that befalls her. He never dragged on in grief, including when Gabriel left him on the wedding day.

Now he knows the facts. Maria didn't think much about the problem either.

He was delighted when he heard the conversation of Maria and Rayan in the dining room. The woman had already completely dispelled the feelings towards Gabriel.

Does this mean they have hope for the future?