His Purpose
186. Silly and Desire

Maria smiled happily to welcome Gibran to the lobby of the mansion. The child, Alisandra soared enthusiastically in her arms. The boy inched down and ran into Gibran's arms.

Now it was no longer Mary who would get the first kiss from the man, but Sandra their daughter.

"Dydy ...!!!"

Ck, it should be Daddy. Inner Mary.

"My lovely Sandra ..." Gibran caught his little daughter and instantly raised his height into the air.

Sandra laughed as Gibran turned his body around like a windmill. He wriggled amusedly as the man anchored a kiss on his distended stomach.

"Emmuah! What's this, huh?" ask Gibran prank.

Sandra sniggered while answering. "Ocis, yam, uget, and .. mmm ..." Sandra looked up thinking. "The eyes!"

"Oh ... My ... God." God." Gibran. "Sausage, chicken, nuggets, and pasta? Your body is getting heavier. Princess Daddy why don't you eat vegetables, hm?"

Sandra shakes. "No, Dydy. It doesn't like cayul."

"Why don't you like vegetables?" Gibran raised an eyebrow.

"The hook!"

Gibran clucked while glancing at Maria until the woman grimaced while scratching her nape. The address got scolded again, he thought.

"Once in a while, right?" tweet slowly.

Gibran and his healthy lifestyle really make Maria pity the princess. This includes mothers who are not in love with their children. Mary would let Sandra eat whatever she wanted. After all what is eaten must be a little, never to a plate.

Maria also regularly monitors her food. He always slipped vegetables in every snack Sandra ate. Whatever kind it is.

Gibran kissed Sandra's entire face until the boy screamed. He hugged Gibran's neck as his father carried him toward Mary.

Gibran kissed the wife's lightning forehead with a shady smile. As usual, her lip kiss will be postponed when there is Sandra between them.

Maria smiled back, rubbing her husband's delicate biceps wrapped in a black shirt.

Gibran led the two into the house. Martha as the butler continues to welcome the arrival of their master.

The man glanced at Maria who was walking beside him. "How's your cooking lesson? Any progress?"

Maria recently learned recipes. Initially Gibran forbade Mary to cook, but the wife did have a great interest in the kitchen.

As long as it doesn't hurt, Gibran is fine.

Getting such a question, Maria smiled enthusiastically. He looked up at Gibran with a big smile. "I made something for Koko. Want to try it now?"

"Hm ..." Gibran slightly glanced at Sandra who now looks busy and focused on playing the collar of her shirt.

"Can."

Mary's smile grew wider. He pulled Gibran's arm to follow him to the dining room which was already full of various arranged menus.

"This ... You cook everything?"

"Huum."

Gibran sat down and held Sandra on his thigh. However the little girl surged down upon seeing Laura.

He took his mother's servant to the playroom. He said Laura had a promise to arrange a lego form palace gift from Nick some time ago. The man sent her directly from Switzerland. Of course they often make video calls, the reason why Sandra still knows Nick even though they rarely meet.

Gibran stared at Sandra's departure while snorting. That kid is easily distracted. He began to stare one by one at the dishes on the table, then took a spoon to taste some.

Meanwhile, Maria sat beside him while waiting. "How's it?" the question was after seeing Gibran bribe one of the stir-fryers.

"Lack of salt" Gibran said honestly.

"Less, huh? Okay, I'll add it next time." Maria received Gibran's comment airily. And with that, he can learn more.

One by one Mary's cooking, Gibran tasted patiently. Sometimes he gives constructive criticism to his wife. Maria was interested in trying to cook. Although Gibran did not actually demand that the woman could do it.

Hungry, Gibran ate all that with rice. Mary faithfully served him until the man had finished eating.

After the last mouthful and drink, Gibran leaned back rubbing his full stomach. He smiled at Maria.

"Enak, dear," he said gently rubbing his wife's cheek.

Praised as such Maria's countenance was filled with a happy hue. There is nothing more enjoyable when our efforts are accepted and appreciated.

"Seriously?"

"Hm" nodded Gibran. "Later dessert turn, huh?"

"Federal dessert? Koko wants some pudding? Or tiramisu?" tanya Maria calls Gibran's favorite dessert.

Gibran chuckled small. He grabbed Mary's hand and rubbed the palm until the woman's fingers smoothly. "You don't know?" He threw a meaningful look.

Understanding what Gibran meant, Mary was clearly blushing. He stared back at Gibran spoiledly, biting his embarrassed lips while throwing himself to lean against the man's chest.

Gibran dyed Mary's fragrant hair. On a whim, he placed his wife's hand between his thighs. Just let Maria hiss. "Business, uh. Naughty."

"Smell a little, Plum. Kangen, know."

"Yes but not here. If anyone sees how?"

"Lonely people, really."

"Oh."

Gibran was a little moaning with his eyes closed. Sometimes he drew his face closer, took Mary's lips for her to kiss.

The sound of a crackling sounded faintly in the dining room. Maria kissed Gibran back, while her hand now moves to rub Gibran's which feels increasingly hardened.

"I've got new lingerie, you'll wear it, okay?" whispered Gibran raspy. He smiled back at Mary with a soft lip gesture.

Maria nodded between their kisses. Until ...

"Ddy!"

Sandra's voice continues to disperse all desires and passions. Maria reached the end of the table as she quickly distanced herself from Gibran.

Gibran stared worriedly at his wife who was resting below. "Are you okay?"

Maria grimaced while shaking her head. He held Gibran's thigh to hold.

"Mommy napa?" Sandra shakes her head observing her mother's father in turn. The little guy looks confused.

Gibran immediately threw a smile at his daughter. His hands were unceasingly rubbing Maria who seemed to be in pain indeed.

"It's okay, honey. Why are you here? Didn't you play with Ula?"

Ula it's Laura. Sandra called him that.

"Nda mo incandescent hape Dydy."

"Hape? Oh, one second." Gibran reached into his pants pocket to remove the flat object and handed it to Sandra. "It."

Sandra ran small receiving the phone with that expensive gloss from her father's hand. But he did not leave, making Gibran and Maria lyrically surprised each other.

"Sandra what else?" ask Gibran.

"Daddy, how are Daddy's pants bloated?" the girl asked innocently, which made Maria not choke on her own saliva.

While Gibran was dumbstruck with a hand that involuntarily moved to cover the zipper area of the pants.

Daddy pants bloated because want to make a sister for you.