His Purpose
189. Ending: The Happy Pleasure

Gibran was endlessly staring at the testpack in his hand. Maria said she was 4 weeks old. That was a month before he came to Dubai.

Gibran has been in the country for quite a while. The project involving the Prince of Saudi Arabia was a complete drain on Gibran's time and family.

"Plums." Gibran turned his head to Maria who was standing beside him. They both looked out the window. While others took pictures not far from there.

The voice of Sandra and Gabriel is the most dominating, also Valencia who either they are fighting what. But from the sound of it, it looks like they are teasing Sandra about her new sister-to-be.

"Hm?" Mary looked at Gibran.

"Yesterday you came to the table, is that okay? I ... also played a little rough," said Gibran nervously.

Either the man was too happy or embarrassed because he had been upset all day because of the silence of Mary. It could also feel guilty because Gibran was pretty loud yesterday when they were in contact.

Mary smiled embracing Gibran's biceps and leaned there. The muscles of the husband's hand so feel comfortable. "I'm okay, really. Don't worry, my womb is strong."

Gibran rubbed Mary's face. "Sorry."

"Ck, stop apologizing. What's wrong Koko?"

"Yesterday you were angry."

"I told you I'm not really angry. I ignored Koko for this surprise. Although it's not really in the plan, hehe. But it's funny to see Koko goofy with a face slumped." Maria giggled amusedly.

Gibran. He pinched Maria's nose. "You may be ignorant like that. You don't know my heart almost popped out?"

"Hehe, sorry ..." ringis Maria.

Gibran commented a smile, looking at Maria warmly. His face came down to the lightning lips of the wife accompanied by a little l u m a t a n.

He removed Mary's embrace and turned to warm embrace the woman. Gibran rests his chin on the head of Mary. The two looked back out, watching the colorful night flickers shining around the hills.

True, this luxury building is located in Berastagi pedestrian, a city in North Sumatra that Gibran chose as a place to live with his family.

He and Mary had the same dream, building a house in an area that had cold and cool air. Once Switzerland was their main list, Gibran also almost brought his wife and son to the country. However, the death of the mother made Gibran make a sudden decision.

In the end he and Mary remained here, with Sandra and their children.

The screams of Sandra and the people who were present there also enlivened the atmosphere, but it did not seem to dare to break the calm between Gibran and Maria.

The two lovebirds seemed to peacefully observe the night sky. It could be seen that their mansion stood firm from a distance, as well as the resting palaces of Abhi and Sandra looked majesticly sparkling.

"Two years ago I just gave Koko a gift as a gift. At that time I did not dare to make a surprise party like now because Koko and the others were still saddened by the departure of Papa Abhi and Mom Sandra," said Maria softly.

A kiss dropped by on his head. Gibran inhaled deeply the fragrance of Mary's hair, which often made her intoxicated.

For 34 years of his life, only now did Gibran feel his heart this peaceful. Mary was like the light that led Gibran to find a beautiful path.

Gibran is no longer afraid in the dark puddles. The woman carried a warm glow to her frozen life. Together with Alisandra and their other child-to-be, Gibran will build a dream family that his parents once failed to realize.

"Mommy! Dydy!" Sandra shouted while writhing in Gabriel's arms. The little girl was struggling to get down.

"Uncle loose! Nda wants mimi!"

"You're a big boy, you're gonna have a little sister soon, you still want mimi?"

"Pokonya Nda wants mimi! Nda wants mimi! Huawei ... Mommy ... Hicks ... Hicks ..."

Gibran and Maria could only shake their heads while breathing out. The two throw one another's eyes.

Maria scowled while sneering. "The hardest to wean is Koko" he said.

Gibran grimaced as he threw a grin. "If I were any different, honey. My ration is clear without limits."

"Without a limb? Think of a credit card?"

"It's a shame, Plum. I've got a lot of installments to have kids with you."

It's very much Maria's wish to throw Gibran off the highest floor of this building. Luckily, if not, Mary had pushed the man to death on the hillside.

Maria did not respond again to Gibran's sloppiness. He turned to approach Sandra who seemed to have stopped crying. The boy was sleeping on Rayan's lap while sucking a pacifier. His eyes blinked, a sign of sleepiness. I'll be sleeping soon.

Oh, my God, that's right. Maria was carrying milk in Sandra's carrying bag. Looks like Laura or Harley gave it to you.

Maria approached, but ... "Sandra let Papa take care. Just focus on your husband. It's his special day, you have to give him something special."

Maria knew what special Rayan meant. Oh, my God, she's pregnant, that's right.

And seeing Gibran's slanted smile back there, Maria knew she couldn't argue. Basic, since when did the in-laws and son-in-laws compact one frequency?

Sandra fell asleep in her grandfather's lap. The boy was immediately carried to the car to immediately go home to the mansion. Others also left the place. He said Gibran would take them all on vacation abroad sometime.

Of course, everyone cheered happily, especially Laura who had never stepped on land other than Indonesia, obviously excited not to play.

"Good tumben shop? Seriously want to bring all the holiday workers?"

Gibran. "Maybe it can not all, some must take care of the house. Let it be your turn."

Mary smiled and hugged Gibran. "My husband's good now, huh?"

"In the past I was not good?"

"Hm," nodded Mary honestly. "Coko tends to be cruel, anyway."

This made Gibran smile. How bad it was in the past. Brutal, heartless, all of it is worth pinning on him.

He kissed the old Mary. "I'll try to be better."

"Promise?" Maria looks up.

Gibran looked back at his wife with a shady smile. "Promise."

The two then put on a big smile and hugged each other again.

Time passes so quickly. It did not feel like they had been married for 4 years, something that Maria initially thought would not last long because their relationship was unexpected.

It turns out that he and Gibran were already bound and had a story long before now. A story of the past that unknowingly becomes the thread that ensnared his destiny and that man.

Mary loved Gibran, from the past to the present. And he was grateful to be reunited with her.

God is good at creating life scenarios. Although many men had been her lovers, God still returned Mary to Gibran as her soul mate.

Gibran, he was the special man God gave Mary.

Their story will continue until the two greet the twilight. Mary and Gibran, they are one of the few men who are faithful to their partners.