His Purpose
154. Infects

"Plums." Gibran tried to get close to Maria who had been throwing his face away.

Ever since Gibran got out of the car the woman was avoiding him. But instead of being disappointed, Gibran actually felt funny because he knew Maria was not really angry with him, just that the woman was being hit by a feeling of mounting prestige.

Ordinary, if the woman has previously acted angry, in the future she will be difficult to behave normally. It must be the man who starts first.

"You're funny manyun continues," wooing Gibran who now desperately held back a laugh.

Mary still faithfully sat in the other direction, making Gibran stir and finally passed into the house before him.

Maria gaped in disbelief. He turned to follow Gibran's steps. "Hell ..." he muttered with an unhelpful face.

Rayan who witnessed it from inside the house then shook her head. He clucked at the behavior of two young couples who he thought was very strange.

With a feeling of annoyance and exasperation, Maria walked stomping into the house. "Not a greeting, a hug, a kiss, a gift of love, this is even a bitch. The wooden man. Aw!"

Maria squealed as her little finger tripped over the doorstep. He bent down to reach for his leg in pain but stopped because his body was staggered forward due to the less than perfect balance.

Hap!

Maria didn't fall because Gibran caught her in time. "You have always made me hang" Gibran said with a slight breath of gasp.

It seemed like the man ran over when he approached her. Gibran's heart was also beating rapidly in harmony with his worried face.

Gibran straightened the bodies of the two and hugged Mary with a feeling of relief. "Tell a second of danger" he murmured while rubbing Mary's back.

Mary manyun. "Koko, hell!"

Gibran. "I why?"

Mary moved her body in the arms of Gibran. "It sucks!"

"You're not angry anymore, are you?"

As if she had realized, Maria immediately distanced her body from Gibran. "What, anyway!" the next one walked up and entered the elevator.

Gibran casually followed. "Be careful, Plum. You're pregnant, don't be so way."

She smiled as Mary took a step back and changed the way she walked. Didn't Gibran say Maria was adorable?

"Plums?" Gibran did not stop reprimanding when the elevator door closed. "You're not angry anymore, are you?"

Mary silence. Gibran smiled as he approached and cornered Maria to the brink.

Maria glanced at the man. "Ko-Koko wants what?" He asked half-dark.

Instead of answering, Gibran locked him with both hands. Their faces were so close that Mary could smell the fresh scent of Gibran's mouth.

Gibran is the type that is good to kiss at any time. His mouth doesn't smell. Uh, what the hell.

"You still angry? Disappointed? Or ... Are you actually glad I could do this to you? It shows how much I want you" whispered Gibran, wiping Mary's temple with his index finger.

Maria gulps nervously. They've often been closer than this, but somehow Gibran's dominance has always been successful in getting him flat-footed.

"I'm crazy about you, Plum. The reason why I can't think of anything to have you. Including kicking my own sister. Just so you know, I'll do anything to get you, My Sugarplum."

"You're everything to me. Never think of running away. I'm not threatening you, honey. I'm just reminding. You know I can do anything to keep you by my side. You can be angry, you can be disappointed, you just can't stay away let alone go."

Cup.

He moved away a little only to find Maria blinking fast. Rubbing the wet lip of Mary, Gibran said. "Quite a bite, yeah. Baby pity that Mommy's been tense."

Suddenly Mary's face shriveled like she was about to cry. Sontak Gibran stammered. "What's up, Plum? I was wrong again, right?"

"Lepasinnn .." whined Mary with tears that began to come out.

This certainly makes Gibran anxious not to play. "Darling?"

"Please! My hand hurts, huaaaa .. hiks, hiks, Koko jahaaattt .. my hand why is it clamped ..."

Kontan Gibran keeps his body away from Mary. His face pias stared worriedly at the woman's right hand that was still in recovery.

"Geez, I'm sorry I forgot your hand still hurts. Come here, I swab. No, we'll go to the doctor. Come on!"

Gibran was about to push back the elevator doors to get back downstairs, but Maria immediately shook her head. "I'm lazy to go. Koko just tell the doctor to come here. Hiks, what if my hand is crooked? I won't forgive Koko if that happens. I don't want a disability ..."

"Hus! Don't talk carelessly. I'll pay the most expensive doctor if there's a problem with your hand. Don't cry anymore. I'll call the doctor first."

***

"Thank God there's no shift, so it's still safe. Please be more careful going forward, huh? Don't move too much either. It must be very careful because it can cause a shift in the broken bone. I am still recovering and not healed properly. Still less than 50 percent, so it must be taken care of once."

Maria glared at Gibran, who now had a guilty face behind the doctor. He sent an apologetic smile which Maria later ignored.

Secretly Gibran cursed in his heart. Only they want to make up, Gibran even did wrong again. That's what he regrets. May Mary not be more angry than yesterday.

"Thank you, Doctor. I want my hands to be perfect again. I don't want to be handicapped," I'm Maria honest.

The middle-aged doctor smiled. "Of course, I can definitely recover completely, let alone have a husband who is very considerate like Mr. Gibran, must heal quickly."

The doctor didn't know he was the one who almost crushed my hand earlier. Inner Mary.

"Ah, then excuse me, yes. After this there is still a practice schedule."

"Oh, so? I'm sorry, Doc, I'm being a hassle" said Maria.

"It's okay, Mom. It's my duty because Mom is also a patient that I'm specifically watching."

"Ah, yes." Maria doesn't know what to say.

"Yes, I'm sorry. The vitamins don't forget to eat, yes. Hope you get well soon."

"Mother."

As soon as the doctor approached, Gibran sat on the bedside facing Maria. "I'm sorry, honey. I really forgot that. It still hurts?"

Maria throbbed and sneered. "Forgotten or without eyes?"

"Sorry." Gibran is like a dog who is afraid of being scolded by the master.

Elsewhere, Sandra was rubbing her wet hair using a towel when suddenly the elevator door in her penthouse opened.

He who was about to go to the kitchen stopped and looked. Sandra had not had time to digest everything, a lunge came to make her unable to wart.

"Abhis! Emh—"

Abhimanyu, the man kissed her very hot and hot, stripped Sandra of her anger and melted the woman with a tempestuous cumulus.