His Purpose
22. Closest to each other

"Waahh .. daebak, Madam. Looks like we should add some cabinets here. Not just clothes. Bags, shoes, jewelry also seem to be worth considering. We don't know what you'll be loyal to." Laura looks busy cleaning the room wardrobe Maria which is now increasing drastically load.

Maria rolled her eyes panted, "Why not just expand the room?" said lazy.

Laura flicked her finger with a fluffy smile. "yes too. Why am I not thinking? Since the Madam's room above is still being renovated, how about you all make space changes? We can expand the wardrobe space!"

"Laura, have you always taken my words seriously?"

Laura blinked, "Of course. Who dares to play around with you?"

"Gosh ..." Maria was tired. "That's it. Forget all that. Did you forget the renovation was almost 90 percent?"

"Why indeed?"

"Laura, you're going to destroy people's work and piss people off! Understood it? It's been. Don't ask any more. I'm so tired today." Mary came out of the walk in closet and laid her body on the bed.

He closed his eyes with one hand. Both of his legs hang on the edge of the bed. His breath was long. What life is he really living?

He doesn't know where he lives. Nor can they be free to shop. Indeed, all his needs were met in this house. However, Mary seemed to be confined in a luxury that swallowed her.

"Mrs ..." Laura caught up with Maria and stood beside the woman.

Maria did not respond. He knew what Laura was trying to say would upset him.

"Mrs, a local handbag designer asked to meet."

Justright. Suddenly Maria wanted to bury the girl alive.

***

Maria walked up and entered the elevator. He had just finished meeting a handbag designer that Laura had said. Another guest who came, shoe designers and jewelry were also present to meet his day.

Really, Maria really wants to relax now. He would not hesitate to scold anyone if they dared to disturb him again.

"God. Is Gibran a King? Why do these people admire him so much?" maria grumbled as she poked her butt on the sofa. He leaned his back and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Actually how much influence Koko in this middle of nowhere?"

Judging from the face and language, Maria knows she is still in Indonesia, but either part of Indonesia where.

Mary opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling of the room above her. The shadow of Gibran's expressionless face crisscrossed his brain. He immediately shook his head. Why is he suddenly thinking about Gibran?

Mary bergidig. Better to take a shower before sunset.

In the evening, Maria spent time in the library after dinner. He was not accompanied by Laura. He just wanted to spend time alone after from noon to afternoon was busy meeting guests.

Reading a novel accompanied by a snack and warm tea is best. Mary gave a delicious sigh as the sweetness of the chocolate biscuits melted her tongue. He opened a new chapter sheet of the novel he read while continuing to chew and occasionally sipping tea.

Mary was dissolved in the fictional world. Until the squeaking sound coming from the window made him creep at once surprised.

Gosh darn. Just surprising. His mind rubbed his chest.

He turned back to the book. However, the window continued to creak to the point of disturbing him. As a result, inevitably Maria rose up to leave her comfort and approached the window in the corner of the library.

As he walked, he muttered, "The others seem to be covered. Why are you open alone?"

Just as he reached out a hand about to grab the edge swayed by the wind, a hand stretched out from behind. Mary silently stared at the stout arm that looked hard.

"I opened it on purpose."

That's Gibran's voice.

Maria flashes. His heart was beating abnormally. Moreover, his position was now squeezed from behind. Maria could even feel the heat of Gibran's body hitting her back.

"Ko-Koko ... What are you doing here?" Mary turned. However, a second later he screamed as he found a chest of fields without cloth.

Maria closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. The sight of Gibran's burly body managed to make his face red. The heat spreads to the ears. But Maria is grateful that the corner lights do not light up to produce a dim atmosphere. He was not worried that Gibran would see him.

A moment later he breathed a sigh of relief from feeling Gibran drifting away, despite only taking a few steps back. Their distance was still less than a meter.

"Gerah," the man replied briefly.

The night wind blew on Maria's back. Draining the cold air on his turbulent body for no reason. He lowered the hand that was covering his face. Still looking away Mary said, "What kind of man? The air here can cause hypothermia."

Gibran paid no heed to the murmuring Mary. He approached again to make Maria ready. "Ko-Koko wants what?" ask the woman.

Maria retreated until her waist hit the window ledge. He was stunned to hold his breath as Gibran leaned over almost hugging him. Maria was glued to Gibran's slightly shiny skin. The man's chest was exactly one inch in front of his eyes. Apparently Gibran was really sweating.

In this cold air? Ask her heart not to believe.

The sound of a click behind her did not necessarily make Maria realize. He was still staring at a point. The masculine scent emanating from Gibran's body also began to reach down his nose.

God, what kind of situation is this?

"Your weak body is troublesome" Gibran said suddenly.

Maria blinked, "What?"

Gibran. Apparently the man just closed the window.

"Stay away from there. And again, didn't I tell you to wear thick clothes?"

"I-I put on the blanket." Mary chased after Gibran who was walking towards a door. Mary often saw the door, but she did not know what it contained.

And after Gibran opened it, it turned out to be a passageway leading somewhere.

Mary faithfully follows Gibran. As long as the man did not forbid he would not stop being curious. His eyes occasionally admired Gibran's figure from behind. The husband is so tall with his muscles.

No. gabe. Maria immediately shook her head. For a long time his brain was getting sane.

They arrived in front of a room with a large glass wall around it. The room was a sports room complete with various tools that Maria did not know her name. It only recognizes treadmills and barbells. The rest he had only ever seen without knowing let alone tried it.

Gibran pushed the door and entered. But, Mary was left outside. What Mary did not expect was that the door was so heavy that she struggled despite all her energy.

Mary banged on the thick glass, trying to attract Gibran who seemed to have not heard. Maria had no idea that the room was soundproof.

Luckily Gibran turned and looked at it. A moment of that flat face made Maria snatch and want to hit him.

"Not help but look," Mary was upset.

"Open!!!"

Gibran approached and opened the door. Soon Mary entered with her feet stomping in annoyance. While Gibran looked at Maria with a frown.

"What are you doing?" tanyanya full of astonishment.

"Why indeed? I was just curious about my husband's sports venue" he replied involuntarily pouting.

"Husband?" Gibran approaching.

Maria gurgling. "Y-Yeah! Am I wrong?" He swallowed. "We are husband and wife, right? So I deserve to be here too."

I don't know why, but Maria thinks she's getting braver against Gibran. Including when they are close together as they are now.

Actually, Mary followed Gibran here out of fear. The library was suddenly horrified after the open window incident. He knew Gibran had opened his window. And the window rang because it was blown by the wind.

The two eyes stared at each other. And Mary could not hold back her heart that was pounding again. Maria emphasized in her heart that it was the influence of nervousness. Because Gibran's nature intimidates anyone.

He swallowed a lump of saliva where Gibran lowered his face. Mary held her breath as their noses involuntarily clasped. The man brought his mouth to his ear. Then whisper there.

"But I feel we're not fully husband and wife yet."