His Purpose
159. Wrecked

Gibran sat down on the side of the bed. Maria just fell asleep. The lights are turned off intentionally and leave only a yellow glow on the nightstand. Once again Gibran looked down at the necklace in his hand.

Almost eight years passed, Gibran still faithfully carry the necklace anywhere, although his wallet has been changed many times, it always accompanied him.

"Happy birthdays."

"Forku?"

"Hm."

"It's good."

"You likey?"

"Like. Whatever Senior gives me I like."

Gibran cut his hair rough. He looked again at the necklace after goal while muttering. "This canyon's got you, Plum."

The man's eyes looked sad. His breathing gradually heavy when remembering the diamond was covered in blood. True, Gibran picked it up when Maria was in an accident, and until now he still keeps it well.

The day passed so quickly. Maria is now 7 months old. Her hand had recovered even though doctors had not fully allowed Maria to lift anything heavy. Gibran also always grieved whenever Mary made a move.

One thing that makes Gibran happy, his son has started kicking in the belly of Mary. Gibran always took the time to touch it, especially before going to bed, he would linger to watch the stomach of the wife just to wait for the little throbbing of the child that makes him fat instead of playing.

They have done USG. Right guess Gibran, his daughter. He can't wait to see it. How pretty would it be if Maria had driven her crazy?

"Shh."

"illness?" Gibran asked worriedly. He had just seen the movement in Mary's belly.

Maria shook her head. "Geli, and .. nausea. I don't know, I can't explain it. Ouch!" He screamed again when his son kicked.

Gibran immediately kissed the surface, which is now much larger than a few months ago. "Darling, calm down a little, yeah. Do not be hard, do not move too often. Cassian Mommy. He wakes up a lot because of you."

"It's good to be active" Maria said.

"But you're not comfortable, are you?"

"This is a risk. Gpj .. awh. Well, look out for pee." Maria tried to move on with Gibran.

As her womb grew, Maria became more likely to want to urinate.

"Should I take you?"

"What, anyway. People are just bathrooms, not morgues" Maria snorted.

The more Gibran gets here the more paranoid he gets. His overprotective level increased even higher. To the extent that Mary was often tired of being alone just by hearing Gibran's endless excitation whenever the man was about to leave.

He said Maria could have slipped, sprained, tripped, and ter-ter others.

Gibran could only surrender to Maria's delicacy. He stepped on the sofa waiting for the woman to get agitated. His face was tense, nor could his legs be silent. Gibran immediately looked up when he heard the bathroom door open. He immediately stood up to Mary and led her back to the bed.

Gibran paid no heed to Maria's amused gaze.

"Sweetie if his face is so tense. Hihi ..."

"Shut up, don't laugh. It's not something to be joking about."

"Sorry." Maria immediately shut her mouth. In his heart he desperately held back laughter.

Gosh, is there a father-to-be who's more exaggerated than Gibran?

Gibran covered Mary who was now lying on the bed. Both are ready to go to sleep. Like Gibran's new custom, the man would sing a song before sleeping on Mary's belly.

"Koko's voice is good. Why not just be a singer?"

"It's a little money" replied Gibran.

Maria frowned. "Who said? Famous singers have a lot of assets and money, you know."

"Just keep more of my money."

Maria sneers. "Son, hopefully you will be a good child, friendly, diligent in saving, and not arrogant" he said while rubbing his stomach.

"Who said it?"

"You."

"I'm talking to our son."

"That's it." Gibran melengos and refocused on the movement of his son in the belly of Mary.

"If you have a lot of money, it doesn't matter if you want to be arrogant" he wrote later.

Pluks.

Maria slapped Gibran on the head. "Not yet born Koko has taught something that is not good."

"That's fact. We can be arrogant if we have a lot of money. What is poor that is boasted about?"

"Coko, uh! Don't talk like that. Free-spirited, treasures are not brought to death."

Gibran just raised an eyebrow, of course Maria was upset. Talk anything like mental in Gibran's head.

"Who used to love showing off if he had good stuff?" gibran murmured in the heart.

***

A tall man walks casually down the basement in his all-black clothes. Half his face was blocked by a hat, while his hands were clutching a medium-sized suitcase.

His steps approached a luxury sedan parked near the pillar.

He began to open the suitcase and take a device before inserting his body under the fantastic precious car. A few minutes he struggled until soon he came out to clean things and close his suitcase.

The man then left, walking down his head while holding a hat leaving the basement.

While in a meeting room, Sandra groaned loudly holding on to the table. Behind him, Abhi moved brutally stomping his body with a bang.

The man grabbed and twisted Sandra's long hair until the woman's head jolted backwards. His other hand squeezed the large chunk of the woman that was poking out from behind the shirt.

Abhi growled with gasping breath, not caring about the meaning as well as Sandra's punch that repeatedly hit his head.

He kept pumping, snapping and slapping Sandra in a pretty rough way.

"Fuck shit! Aarrgh!" Many times the woman tried to escape Abhi's grip, but the man clamped his waist hard between the tables.

Sandra nudged Abhi's ribs to make the man's focus slightly split. That opportunity he used to run and forcibly release their union.

There was the sound of Abhi cursing softly. The man quickly chased after the running Sandra about to reach the door and pulled her hair back.

Abhi slams Sandra and presses her against a wall, then he enters again the woman violently. "You won't be able to run, Ja-lang. Be aware of who is the most domineering here," his his hiss was sharp while moving his hips quickly.

Sandra made no sound, Abhi pressed her cheek against the wall. "You're saying I'm a weak man?" cynical grunts. "I'll show you how weak that guy you broke is."

Sandra's roar looked flat, her face rippling as Abhi growled to the peak of her enjoyment. The man pulled out his rough possessions and put them back into his pants. Abhi wagged a bit of his suit that looked tangled in mess.

Not much different from Abhi, Sandra now appears to lower her skirt and button back up her shirt. He smiled cynically to find some buttons missing from his place.

The two met a fleeting eye, before then Abhi passed by him while saying a sharp word. "You're gonna get a decent reply, Sandra Willis. I'll make sure of that."

The corner of Sandra's lips lifted up. He glanced indifferently at Abhi's departure who had now completely exited the room. "Before you do, you'll get the reply first, Abhi. Hahaha ..."

Abhi entered the car and closed the door violently. The basement was very quiet, only a few cars were parked there. He stepped on the gas pedal and drove it at high speed to cause a squeaking sound.

The luxury sedan drove through the streets in silence at night. Previously Abhi was so relaxed driving his car. However, a motor suddenly flashed to make him reflex slam the steering wheel.

Abhi's breath was relieved as he was able to master the steering well. But all of that did not last long because the car could not be controlled. Many times Abhi stepped on the brakes when the speed of his car suddenly increased rapidly by itself.

As much as possible Abhi stabilized the steering and neutralized the panic. But all of that was useless because a moment later ...

Araakk!!!

"This is the result of you underestimating me too much, Abhi .." whispered Sandra blowing under the night wind. The vengeful heart was smoldering with a single rage.

The past that haunts all those people.