His Purpose
162. Preliminary

"Happy anniversary" whispered Gibran in Mary's now strained ear.

"Sorry, I didn't take you on a romantic dinner. I just want us to feel something more intimate on our wedding anniversary," Gibran added, his hands hugging Mary from behind.

Both are equally innocent under the covers. How Gibran could feel the tenderness of Mary's skin, smooth and fragrant. How could Gibran not be passionate every time he intersected.

Maria herself shuddered amusedly in the man's embrace. Moisture was not completely dry, but now the small explosions began to come out again asking for attention.

"Anniversary?" Maria was confused. "It's been 1 year, huh?" whispered again, not believing.

Their togetherness has been that long.

Gibran smiled and smelled at Maria's back shoulder. "Yes, Honey. Did I make you so comfortable that I forgot the wedding date?"

Mary turned her head, and Gibran immediately greeted her with a kiss on the lips. His hand had returned to roam freely in Mary's body. Swabs and squeezes managed to ignite the fire that was originally extinguished.

Maria gasped to take off their pagutan. The dimmer lights seem to be out warm in silence. "It's not. I rarely remember the date. Just when I was at school I used to see days and dates on the calendar, the rest of me I didn't even know what day it was."

Gibran chuckles. "Other than others." He took back Mary's lips.

Gibran's short sayings do while occasionally smiling. His hands did not stop wiping every curve that made Mary jump.

The two touch each other, slowly wriggling causes a friction sound behind the blanket. Gibran revealed the thick cloth until now they are fully clinging to the warmth of body temperature.

The sound of breath gasping, moans and small moans herded the hot atmosphere that was again created.

Gibran did it as gently as possible, he did not want to disturb the sleep of his little daughter who was soundly covered in Mary's stomach.

Approximately, would he also be a spoiled princess like his mother?

***

One month Abhimanyu was in a coma. Gibran stood staring flat at the man with both hands tucked in his pocket.

Unlike Gabriel who dimmed at the situation of the father, Gibran seemed relaxed not to react anything.

"When is Papa awake? Why is everything like this? I don't know if I should kill my own mother for this."

Sandra Willis was the mastermind behind the Abhimanyu accident. But they could not bring this into the realm of law because the evidence also incriminated Abhimanyu. Gabriel doesn't want the man's good name tainted as a rapist. News Abhimanyu who forced his ex-wife can be crowded discussed.

Meanwhile, David Willis sipped a cigar and threw the smoke into the air. He snickered, tapping his finger on the chair.

"Ck, ck, ck, ludicrous. Weak is still weak. It's true that Sandra threw you away" she said before returning to sip a cigar.

"Jim, now only you know the truth 25 years ago." He glanced at someone beside him full of intimidation. "I'm watching you. Remember that."

The man called Jim looked down. As the man who followed David for decades, he had been silent about all the evils that the man had committed.

Jim's been training to be mute and deaf. He was also blind to all the darkness around him, including the origin of hostilities between Sandra and Abhimanyu.

The two of them, in fact, were only one of the marionettes that were destroyed at the hands of David Willis.

***

Although the dark-colored dress was quite elegant disguising her large body, still Maria lost a bit of confidence to appear in the public.

Tonight there's a gala dinner at one of Gibran's companies. As a wife, she must accompany her husband. There's actually another reason, Maria just doesn't want something bad like Gibran getting drunk and accidentally sleeping with another woman to happen like in novels.

No, as much as possible Maria will prevent that.

"You're beautiful, honey." Many times Gibran said that, but Mary remained a lunatic and dissolved in her own opinion.

"Is it because I rarely exercise? Other pregnant women are not like this. They're still slender not sagging."

Gibran laughed shaking his head. "Slim what? They're both bloated. Where there are pregnant women whose bodies are straight."

He hugged Maria. His eyes nailed his wife in front of the mirror. "Look, you're so sexy. Your skin has been glowing since you were pregnant. And you know what? These fats are adorable. I'm getting more and more excited" he whispered in Maria's ear.

"Seriously?" Maria still does not believe.

"If it's a lie, how could I ask it so many times, right?" gibran said ambiguously.

"Oh." Maria hit her husband's arm. "The shop continues to be discussed."

Gibran smiled, he put a kiss on Mary's open shoulder. "Start, Honey. We husband and wife can't be separated from that activity."

"You ready? We're leaving now."

"Hm, ready anyway. Only my mental needs to be strengthened. I'm not used to going to formal events like this. Papa is also a businessman like Koko."

Suddenly he regretted always rejecting Rayan's invitation first. Now he has to fight with the lack of experience of meeting guests.

Maybe he'll meet his dad there too.

The two set off using a luxury lexus driven by a driver. Next to the wheel there is Nick who is always loyal to come anywhere.

They arrived in front of a multi-storey building with a red carpet running along the steps. The reporter's camera panned when he saw the car door shifted to reveal Gibran.

The man grabbed the wife's hand to help her down, then grabbed her waist, helping the woman who had difficulty walking with her big belly.

They stopped for a moment for a photo. There was something different, this time Gibran smiled broadly at the camera. With a friendly gesture of protecting Mary, Gibran appeared as a husband and father-to-be for the first time in public.

Maria just found out Gibran is a successful businessman from America who is being talked about. All he knew was that the man had changed citizenship since he married her.

Unfortunately, Abhimanyu was not there. Mary hoped that one day they would come together as a family.

Maria also saw Grandpa Roman at the event. Gabriel, and of course Rayan.

The media was excited to see him appear with Gibran. At first she was reported to be married to Gabriel Wiranata. I don't know what Gibran used to do until the failure of his marriage escaped the attention of journalists.

Surely after this appeared various gossip among the upper class socialites, and various assumptions will also be present to spice up the warm news. Maria and her pregnancy attracted attention.

True, the relationship between Mary and Gibran has succeeded in becoming a byword. What upset Maria was that her story was exaggerated and linked to a love triangle.

The original is not that complicated. Maria and Gabriel meet as ordinary friends. Both have accepted each other as brother-in-law, although sometimes Gabriel feels awkward because honestly he has not apologized properly to Maria.