His Purpose
178. Beautiful Place for Sandra

"Sir, there's a guest."

Harley looked back at his men who were reporting. "Who?"

The man did not answer, but Harley followed him into the living room. Harley bowed to see who was coming. Gibran flipped his body slowly staring at Harley.

"Young Master," said Harley looking disinclined.

Gibran did not make a sound or reply to the greeting. The man seemed confused as to what to say. Harley who understood then signaled for Gibran to follow him.

They went to a large room that appeared to have been sterilized. The room was empty, there was only a coffin that became the main character.

Slowly Gibran approached and touched the golden chest. She moved the cover until she saw the beautiful face of Sandra Willis in a simple but elegant white dress.

The face that was always cold sea now looked peaceful and radiant. Gibran said nothing as he stood back up and turned to look at Harley.

"You don't have to take him to New York, I've prepared a resting place for him" Gibran said.

Gibran then passes after Harley has a brief bow, a sign that he agrees with Gibran's last gift to the mistress.

In the end, Sandra Willis was buried in Indonesia. A beautiful hill with a spacious land on private land. The sound of a simple bird greeted his arrival accompanied by the prayers of the cathedral priests.

The wind blows warmly to the peace. Sandra Willis now gets her peace in the palace built by the son. Gibran designed his own funeral pendopo, including large pillars covered in blue diamonds. Everything seemed to sparkle in less than a week.

"This is my last gift to you. You've protected my family at the end of your breath. I'm really grateful despite everything you've done before."

Gibran stood staring straight at the mother's navel. His expression was not rippling. But no one knows how big the turmoil in his heart when remembering memories after memories that had been well engraved in Gibran's mind.

"Happy mother's day, Mom ...!" Little Gibran exclaimed as he stretched out the cardboard he had drawn and stained using crayon.

Sandra who was talking El in her lap kept turning her head. His smile was full of bread. He stood up to Gibran and gave a kiss on the little man's head.

"Thank you, dear."

"Happy mother's day" whispered Gibran almost inaudibly. He looked up as the water shadowed his eyes.

"You must be strong. Never cry in front of Grandpa, or he'll hit you later, okay?"

"Gibran, I prefer your birth name to Aaron. But if you want to look cool among your friends, you just wear it, whatever."

"You've grown up, why did you bring Mom to school? The shame! Start hanging out with those bule kids."

"Happy birthday, may you get tougher with your martial arts training. This samurai is a gift because you've cut down the venereal criminals who harassed Mom yesterday. You're great."

"Learn a little lower your instincts. If you want to be respected, try to be strong. Although upset, press your emotions deeply, lest anger engulf you in destruction."

There are so many memories Sandra made of him. Gibran didn't know when his mother would change. All of this changed Gibran's life.

"Good rest" Gibran said last time. He turned around leaving the magnificent pendopo with a million memories of the mother.

Poppies placed on headstones symbolize eternal sleep. Poppies also mean respect for those who struggle.

Gibran honors Sandra as his mother, as well as the hero who saved his wife and child. Sandra Willis is a tough woman, fighting decades to flatten her father's illicit business across the country.

If not for the woman, maybe until now Gibran is still overshadowed by vigilance against the mafia.

Harley stepped slowly towards the navel of the madam. The young man laid a red chrysanthemum flower that symbolized love for Sandra Willis. Again, he cried without a sound. Sandra's departure really jolted her instincts as a loyal bodyguard accompanied the woman a dozen years.

Despite Sandra's tough attitude towards her, Harley harbors her own admiration for the woman. A feeling that may be forbidden to Sandra, the beginning of the mistress often beat her without compassion. Harley understood, Sandra must know her feelings and wanted her to throw them away by torturing her.

But what Sandra doesn't understand is how the heart works. Harley could not command her heart to love or hate just anyone. It takes a strong reason to underlie all of that.

And the reason Harley loved Sandra and stayed faithful to work despite the torments, is because Sandra was the first person to raise awareness, saving her from the storm that hit America decades ago.

The woman let her delicate hand dig up the snow that buried Harley. If it wasn't for Sandra, Harley would have frozen to death and wouldn't have lived until now.

"Madam, you are my first love hero and master, whom I will remember until the end of my life. May you be quiet beside God."

After the pilgrimage, Harley immediately fled her car to Wiranata hospital located far away in the city center.

Carrying a piece of brown map he entered Abhimanyu's outpatient room on a special VVIP floor. He finds Abhi in a wheelchair, staring straight out a window that displays a view of the metropolitan industry.

Abhimanyu had heard about Sandra's death. He also knew Gibran gave luxury facilities as a resting place for his mother.

Harley approached and stopped right behind Abhi. He looked at the man who was the employer's ex-husband calmly. Then he said, "Sorry for the accident."

"You can take this case into the realm of law" Harley continued.

Abhi did not reply, the man was still shrouded in silence until Harley placed the map on his lap.

"Mrs forbid me to give you this, but I think you need to know."

After that Harley bowed briefly and left Abhi in solitude.

Silence overshadowed Abhi's nursery after Harley's departure. He glanced at the map that Sandra's aide had just given him and opened it slowly.

No one knows what the contents of the map until soon after the cry Abhi broke filled the silence around him. The man sobbed bitterly squeezing some paper inside, as well as a testpack featuring a red two-stripe that indicated that Sandra was pregnant.

For the second time Abhi lost a child without knowing the existence of the fetus. The unrest that has enveloped Abhi in the past few days has now been answered. What makes Abhi's heart feel empty when he first wakes up from a coma.

Abhi lowered his head on his hands. His shoulders trembled weeping over everything in succession coming upon his life.

"Yet you leave me with our son, Sandra," Abhi whispered between tears.