His Purpose
17. Rayan and Gibran

"Mrs, aaa ..."

Maria opened her mouth to take a bribe from Laura. But once his eyes and mind seemed to be wandering buana thinking of something. Occasionally his forehead wrinkled, then nodded and shook his head indistinctly to make Laura wrinkle to look at him.

"Mrs, what do you think?" He finally asked because he could not stand it.

Maria did not answer. He was not aware of Laura's question. She was as if immersed in her world.

"Mrs!"

Maria gasps. He turned his head, glaring at Laura beside him. "Should you scream at me?" ask him with an incredulous look.

Laura grimaced, scratching her nape feeling guilty. "Ma-Sorry. I was worried. From then on, the lady did not stop daydreaming." He looked down, peeling the apple nervously. Really, he just let out a cry.

Maria clucked, picking up the piece of apple on the plate that Laura had previously peeled off. He returned to the magazine page and continued reading activities that had been delayed.

"Maura ..."

"Yes, Mistress?" sahut Laura fast.

Mary remained silent for a moment before asking. "You think ... is Koko really out of the country?"

Laura looked at Maria. "of course. Didn't Miss Marta say that?"

"Yes, anyway. But, is it true because of the work problem?" mummy Maria. His eyes had already left the magazine, turning to look ahead. "Not because you want to avoid it?" he almost whispered.

Laura stopped her movement peeling the apple. "I mean Madam?" He did not really hear the last words that Mary said.

Mary took a breath and breathed it out. He shook his head, closed the magazine on his lap before then got up from the sofa and walked towards the door. He opened his voice before leaving the room.

"I'll go to the library first. You finished that apple."

"Geez, is Madam suspecting her husband? Although not very fond of his character, but it seems like Master is not that type." Laura said as she bribed one by one the pieces of apples that had been peeled for Maria. But now he himself eats.

While elsewhere, Maria who was walking in the hallway seemed to be pondering back. Different than Laura thought. It is even more complicated than the drama of infidelity. Maria doesn't really care if Gibran has a girlfriend out there. Their relationship may not last long.

Only, Maria felt a little astonished. Two days Gibran was gone. Two days the father stayed at the Mansion. I don't know when Gibran will return from his official trip. Maybe when his father came home and left this house.

This had disturbed her mind since then, Maria felt Gibran was deliberately avoiding Rayan.

But, why? Wh-wh-what for?

Are they in a fierce fight in the stock market? Or is there anything more informal than that?

"Mary!"

That distant-sounding cry made him stop. Maria looked outside. It just so happened that some of the doors of the second-floor terrace were open. He walked over, swung his feet there and stood by the guardrail.

The father waved from the middle of the golf room. Maria frowned at her full appearance, as if the man had prepared her before coming here. Maria memorized all the attributes that her father used in various activities, including golf.

"Do you know there's a golf course here? That's why he brought such a full outfit?" maria asked confused.

"There's no way he could borrow Ko Gibran's, right?"

Mary looked over and found Laura behind her. He raised his eyebrows as a gesture of asking.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you wanted to go to the library?"

"It seems like my reading taste is gone," said Maria, then turned to the father who was now busy planning to hit the ball.

Not far behind him, Uncle Liem faithfully accompanied to see his master's game.

Maria sighed, her eyes rolling upwards. The weather is very sunny but the air is still cool. Wherever he is now, this place is perfect. If he had married for love, he would have been much happier. Not empty.

"Laura, can you take me for a walk?"

"Of course, Madam. With pleasure."

***

The night came back. Different from before, Maria was no longer worried about the dark atmosphere. He came out of the library just as the clock clanked at the number twelve.

Maria wriggled her sore neck from looking down at the book for too long. The Gibran Library is quite complete. Starting from Biography, Philosophy, Encyclopedia, to Romance Fiction also exists.

He did not think, he thought with Gibran personality like that everything would look boring. The book collection is very varied. That was the reason why he lingered there for so long. In fact, most of what he read was romance fiction.

Mary was not that strong as she spent hours reading books of knowledge.

Maria walked into the elevator. Then came out when a while later the double door opened. His legs swung along the hallway towards the room. Sometimes his head turned to the windows as well as high doors with beautiful glass carvings.

The starry night sky. The crescent moon is faintly radiating and refracting light around it. Mary paused for a moment, standing folded arms looking outwards.

Not satisfied, he opened the door connecting the terrace. The night wind instantly blew away her scattered hair. Her nightgown fluttered slightly as she walked closer to the fence.

He looked up, pensively staring at the charm of space that stretched wide. A sea of stars that he rarely encountered. But here, he could see it every day.

"Actually what part of the earth am I treading right now?" whisper in the wind that blows.

He took a breath, inhaling fresh air naturally without pollution. Nevertheless, it did not completely snatch away his deep heartbreak.

Maria looked down, looking out into the courtyard of the Gibran House. He was blind, not knowing east, north, west, or south. For all he knew, the library of Gibran was in the north. And it's not far from there.

Maria frowned as her eyes caught something strange. He leaned slightly, narrowed his face to clarify the vision.

The silhouette of two people standing in dimness managed to attract his attention. They were talking, Mary had no idea what was being said. Both of them showed tension.

The distance that was too far away made Maria unsure of her guess. I don't know, but the posture of the two men felt familiar in his eyes.

Maria kept an eye on their movements. Before long, one of the two men shifted her body, allowing Maria to clearly see the blocked face.

However, at that moment he also fell. His breath gasped when he managed to recognize the two. Although it looked small and faint, he knew and was one hundred percent sure by his guess.

Mary couldn't have mistaken her father. Is correct. That man is Rayan.

"What's Papa doing there? And also, since when did Koko come home? Didn't Miss Marta say two more days?" Mary whispered softly.