His Purpose
177. Honesty and Misery

"Darling?"

Gibran was finally able to sigh in relief after hours of anxiety awaiting Mary's consciousness. The woman moved her eyes slowly open.

For almost a minute Maria adjusted her eyesight, until soon the two of them exchanged glances.

Gibran smiled and cried with gratitude. He rubbed the head of his wife before peeping it deeply.

"thank you. Thank you for holding on" whispered Gibran.

"Aaron."

Next, the man stiffened. He turned his face away to look at Mary carefully. His eyes traced Maria's face with resounding worry.

What did Maria call him?

"You ... you mean ..."

"I can finally meet you again, Senior," said Maria with a faint smile.

Gibran's body is stiff. His back slightly stiffened for a moment. "You ... remember?" gibran whispered almost inaudible.

Slowly, Maria nodded, smilingly raising her hand to grab Gibran's face. "How can I look forward to times like these" Maria whispered.

Gibran's breath is irregular. His eyes were already watering when he looked back at Maria. "You ... you .. really ... do you remember ... everything?" Gibran's voice seemed to be blazed as sobs slowly came out of his mouth.

Maria nodded, and Gibran's cry broke instantly. He hung his face on Maria's shoulder, muttering his forgiveness many times. Gibran seemed to be shedding all the guilt that had been lodged for years on Mary.

Mary embraces Gibran's head, rubbing his hair feelingly. His eyes also runny with the taste of haru no less roaring. Both are equally melted in the turmoil of the past stored in the corner of memories.

"Sorry ... Sorry ... I'm really sorry, Maria. My sins are so big unforgivable. Please punish me. Punish me, dear. I'm really sorry for all the stupidity I did before. I ... I ..." Gibran was unrelenting to cry lamenting all the events and their dark stories in the past.

He was very ashamed of both Mary and God who probably laughed at his greed many times. He was greedy, he was selfish for not knowing he still wanted Mary after all he had done hurt her.

"Mary .. I sin .. I sin you and our child" sobbed Gibran.

Maria shook her head. "I don't care. Maybe my obsession with Senior is too high that I often turn a blind eye to every mistake Senior makes. Now .. I don't know, I just want to be with Senior. I don't want to lose Senior again like I used to."

Gibran looked at his wife with unexpected glare. "I still want to apologize properly. Honestly, do you forgive me or not? Maybe your desire for me is big, but do you not hold the slightest hatred for me even though you already know what the reality is? Maria, my mistake is too big."

Maria sobs. "I hate Senior ... But, I love Koko."

"For me Senior is a bitter and sweet story in the past, my first love. But Koko, he is a story that I will engrave in the present and beyond, he is my husband, the father of my children. Both have different places."

Gibran was unable to speak out by Maria's shocking statement. Unbelieving, for years he hid the dark reality to countless lies, but Mary easily apologized even though Gibran thought his mistake was too heavy to get such a light reception.

Gibran was completely clueless with Maria's thoughts. But, he was also happy because apparently the solution of this problem was not as heavy as he thought.

Maria and her open mind made things seem impossible for Gibran. He really felt he was dreaming because of his fear that he would lose Maria if the wife remembered everything proved not to be the case. Maria asked him to stay.

Gibran tried to calm down. "Our son is fine. He is still under the supervision and care of doctors because his condition is a little weak. But you take it easy, he'll be fine and get together with us after being completely healthy later. You also have to be healthy, so that we can be with three, as you wish also I who for 8 months is not stopping waiting for his birth."

Maria heaved a sigh of relief, yet once a slightly moody expression overshadowed her face. "Thank God. But I'm also sad because he was born abnormal." Maria looked down at her stomach which was still swollen the rest of the pregnancy yesterday. "I should have been able to keep him even harder."

Gibran. "You've been a wonderful mother. Because of you he can be born now. It doesn't matter if you want to be normal or cesarean, even 9 months or less is important he is healthy and complete."

Maria nodded. "Nority ..."

"Hm?"

"Coko cried so hard when she knew I was going to wake up?"

"Yes?" ask Gibran not understand.

"Is there anything else that makes Koko cry?"

Maria and her instincts are quite Gibran thumbs up. Women are the most reliable when asked to understand their feelings.

"Nothing."

"liks. There must be something else that makes Koko sad. Tell me, don't lie anymore or I'll hesitate and pull back my apology for Koko."

Gibran is worried. But he was still faithful to silence until Nick came to bring news about someone who was not Mary knew, but his name sounded familiar and familiar.

"Sir, this afternoon Harley will bring Mrs Sandra's body home to America."

Gibran seemed silent for a long time. Maria stared alternately at the 2 men with a curious look. A body? Instantly the bloody shadow of the woman protected her from the shots that flashed across Mary's head.

Mary nailed Gibran who was like many minds. There were mixed feelings that Maria saw in Gibran's eyes at this moment.

Glancing at Nick for a moment, Maria touched the back of Gibran's hand which caused the man a small aghast. "What?" ask Gibran.

"Go," murmured Maria.

Gibran again looked at the old Mary. The woman seemed to be able to understand what Gibran was feeling. Although accompanied by a curious look, Maria knew now was not the time she asked.

"Just go, if it can make Koko's heart become more relieved. If Koko continues to stay here, until whenever Koko will not know what is holding Koko's feelings other than me and our child who actually does not need to worry."

Gibran. In his heart he confirmed Mary's opinion. The reward wouldn't have gone had Gibran not gone to make sure.

"Alright," Gibran eventually broke up.

Maria smiled warmly and nodded as Gibran kissed her forehead to follow Nick.

Maria stared at the door of her nursery that Gibran had just closed. "Either whoever Sandra was, she must have been one of the people who meant something to Koko" he murmured.