His Purpose
156. Terror

"Coko don't do this, beraaatt ..." Mary moved her calf which was crushed by Gibran's feet.

"Oh, sorry." Gibran pulled his leg and hugged Maria's left arm.

Gibran wanted to sleep hugging his wife, as he had done before. However, Maria's condition tonight is quite fussy. Especially since her hands were digips, the woman was increasingly difficult to adjust the position.

"Don't do this, ah. Tired up." Now Mary pulled her arm from Gibran's embrace.

The man breathed in patience. "Why haven't you slept yet? It's been so night."

The digital clock in the room shows at 11:59. A few seconds at twelve. Maria still opened her eyes.

The woman scowled. "Badan. It doesn't feel good to be quiet. Wants to move on."

"Want me a massage?" ask Gibran.

Maria looked. "But Koko is tired of jetlag. From noon there was no rest" lamented Mary who was endlessly worried about Gibran.

Gibran's face was very tired. His eyes looked so sleepy. But Gibran rarely went to sleep first if Mary had not slept. The man would not have preceded her especially when Maria was as uncomfortable as she was now.

"What's wrong. I can still do it with massaging." Gibran sat down and pulled out the blanket.

He slightly confirmed the location of Mary's canal which unfolded above the thigh, before then touching her calf and began to massage there.

"Nake?"

"Hm." Maria nodded. "Lumayan. But my waist can't stay still" he added, occasionally moving his hips. "It feels sore to the back."

"Try sleeping on your side" Gibran suggested.

"My hands hurt when it's tilted."

"Oh my God ..." Gibran was tired. Now he was truly grateful that the people who broke Maria's hand were dead at the hands of Sandra Willis.

Because if not, Gibran will also do the same to vent his current annoyance.

"Yes, wake up a minute."

Maria said she lifted her back from the bed and let Gibran set the pillow slightly high behind. The man led her back to lie down.

Gibran sat down beside Mary. He began to target the woman's back waist first, especially the upper hip.

"Nake?"

Maria nodded. "Enak. Later his legs too, yeah."

Gibran just smiled. He's never been this thin before. Maria made him learn to regulate emotions.

Gibran switched to massaging calves to the soles of Maria's feet. It lingers on pinching its fingers while occasionally massaging the ankles and ankles.

"Let's be pretty. I like the color of the cuttings. There's a gradation." Gibran observed Mary's toes for a long time and kissed her with an adoring expression.

Maria desperately held her soaring heart happy. He smiled as Gibran stared back at him warmly.

Suddenly the sound of 'cruyuk' broke the atmosphere between them. Kontan Maria touched her stomach in shame. He grimaced, while Gibran chuckled amusedly and moved closer.

"Daddy's son is hungry, huh?" ask the man in Mary's stomach. "It was hard to sleep."

"I have trouble sleeping because of aches" Maria asserted.

Gibran nodded. "Yes. Yeah, we'll go down first."

Gibran stepped up and helped Maria get out of bed.

"But Koko is tired."

"Smuck or not, do you think I can sleep when you're like this?" Gibran embraces, rubbing his forehead getting rid of Maria's haircut. "Have, don't think much. Let's eat."

Maria according to him. They got out of the elevator shortly after. Gibran pulled out a dining chair for Maria to sit in, while he rushed to open the freezer to look at the groceries.

"There's shrimp tempura, can I fry it?" gibran asked, looking back at Maria's response.

"Can."

Gibran took the shrimp out of the refrigerator and began heating the oil. It did not take half an hour of fried food presented in front of Maria.

"This is enough" said Maria. He plucks one and bites it after being dicocoled in the sauce.

Maria nodded in a sign of satisfaction. This is enough to stifle his hunger. "Want to do some?"

Gibran bit the shrimp that Maria thrust. He smiled as he let out a flash of his head and then turned to wash his hands in the sink.

"Would you like to eat something else?"

Maria thinks. "none. It looks like it's full too."

"Okay, then—"

Yaroy!!!

"Yahoo!!!" Hearing an explosion Maria reflexes ran to hug Gibran.

The explosion came from outside, precisely the front of the residence. Not much different from Maria, Gibran was surprised. The first thing he thought about was his wife and son.

Gibran held Mary tight. "Sstt, quiet—"

"That's what, Ko?! What bomb?" mary asked trembling.

Just then Gibran saw Rayan coming down in her nightgown. He also woke up to hear the explosion.

Not only Rayan, Laura and all the servants in this house also scattered to the main lobby. A curious Gibran was about to go there. "You wait here."

Kontan Maria shook her head in fear. "Ikuta ..."

There's no choice. Leaving Mary was not the right choice. Gibran was worried that something might happen if he let his guard down again.

"Yes, come on."

Arriving in the front room, Jill and Dean break up the crowd approaching Gibran. The two female bodyguards lowered their heads briefly before speaking. "Report, Sir. In front was a suicide bomb" he said in a calm voice.

"What???" The question came simultaneously. The atmosphere immediately boomed upon hearing the news. Rayan and Gibran just kept thinking. They were similarly shocked, yet reluctant to vent panic.

Gibran slightly glanced at Maria who was now tense. He could feel his body trembling. Gibran gestured for Laura to come closer. The maid Maria immediately understood and took the mistress into her arms.

"Mrs calm down."

"You wait here first, yeah."

"Where are you going?" Maria pulled the arm of Gibran's pajamas as the man was about to move.

"I have to look ahead."

Suddenly Maria shook her head anxiously. "Don't! It's dangerous! If there's another explosion how about?"

"Plum, relax, okay."

Nick goes in to Gibran. "It's safe, sir."

"See?" Gibran raised an eyebrow as if saying 'look, right?'

Rayan who incidentally the owner of the house also came out following Nick. Gibran followed behind after previously calming Maria down.

"Where?" Rayan asked.

"Front of the gate, sir," replied Nick.

They could see a lifeless body gushing about. Wall debris that became rubble scattered around it. The gate of Tjandra's residence was badly damaged.

Rayan scrunched her nose a little to throw her face, she was not used to witnessing this kind of thing. Unlike Gibran and his people who seem so calm.

"How could something like this happen? Didn't I remind you to always be vigilant?" ask Gibran sharply.

"Before this man forced his way in, sir. He even wanted to climb over the fence. We tried to prevent it and pull it off, but as we later realized there was a bomb, we retreated and chose to shoot him dead on the spot. We haven't had time to turn off the explosives because of a few seconds left. Sorry, Mister."

Gibran let out a long breath. While in other parts of the country, David was chuckling sipping his cigar.

"If Sandra can still be lenient, then you won't be able to fight me, son."

"It's just a warning."