His Purpose
23. Guests from Japan

"Aarrgghhh ..." Maria screamed loudly while biting the pillow.

His feet kicked the air above. No matter what her nightgown unfolds to show her smooth white thighs.

He's pissed. Mary hated her being too weak and always being outdone by Gibran's influence. The man did know best how to kick him out exactly.

Maria gasped, her body lying on the bed. He stared at the ceiling of the room while glaring. The footage of the incident embarrassed him half to death. Maria wanted to bury her face right now. But unfortunately, he can only immerse it as deep as possible behind a pillow while venting annoyed.

"But I don't think we're fully married yet" Gibran whispered.

"W-What?"

Gibran did not answer. They stared at each other in silence. Then the man walked away and said, "Go. Before I thought you wanted to harass me with that hungry look of yours."

"Aarrgghhf ... Fucking gibran! How dare he say that and embarrass me. Who would want to harass him? A man has no feelings! Eughh ..." Mary was pounding the pillow as if it were Gibran.

"Why did I have to follow him?"

"I should stay in the library or go back to my room."

Maria whimpers. He hugged the pillow he had hit on his stomach. The drowsiness that had attacked him now vanished out of nowhere.

Maria changed her sleeping position to be slanted. He stared at the glowing sleeping lights on the nightstand. His eyes blinked with his lips slightly curved downwards.

"When should I live like this? How long will this marriage last? I think I should talk to Koko."

"Haish .. the man is difficult to work with. Just get pissed off."

Mary stretched her body back to the ceiling. Many things Mary thought of until she could not remember when she fell asleep.

In the morning, she was astonished by Laura and several other servants who had gone back and forth in the room as soon as she woke up. They told him to take a shower and get ready.

With a frown Mary stared at her reflection in the mirror of the dresser. The servants were dressing and styling their hair.

"What's wrong with you guys? Didn't I tell you I can make it myself?"

Laura immediately interjected, "Today is different, Madam. Let us take care of the lady. Or we'll be scolded by you later."

"What's? So Koko asked you to do this?" Maria is a little bit of a solot. Does the man think himself a village woman who can't dress up? God fucking.

Maria is still upset by last night's events. He felt his pride had been trampled by Gibran.

"Madam, don't be angry. Today we will have an honorable guest from Japan. At any rate, the Madam must display her best as the wife of the Master."

"Guests from Japan? Who?" ask Mary to be curious. As the hostess, why did she just find out now?

"Mr Shimamura, Madam."

As Laura said, around 9am several luxury cars entered the mansion. Mary stood at the front with Gibran. Behind him, the servants and some of Gibran's confidants, including Nick, welcomed the distinguished guest.

A middle-aged man with a plontos head came out as soon as one of his bodyguards opened the car door. The knocks of sticks and shoes echoed over the asphalt as his feet stepped on the surface.

Maria gulps. Inevitably he felt nervous and a little confused. He was a little thankful for his English skills. Silently Maria sighed, she glanced at Gibran beside her. The husband looked calm and perfect.

"Ohayou. Mr and Mrs Wiranata, nice to meet you." The man bowed 30 degrees as soon as he arrived before them.

Maria did the same when she saw Gibran doing it.

"Ohayou. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Shimamura´s. Welcome to our home." Gibran replied politely.

While Maria, she could only shut up and smile. He is confused and afraid to make mistakes. He could have been taken by Gibran in case he was careless without thinking first.

"introduce. This is my wife, Maria Pradita Tjandra."

Mr. Shimamura threw a friendly smile at Maria. He returned as a sign of greeting. And Mary did the same thing saying, "It's an honor to meet you."

"I'm more honored to know you, Mrs Wiranata."

After a few small talk, Gibran asked Mr. Shimamura entered the residence. The two men of different generations seemed to be chatting with each other. Mary who walked beside Gibran as much as possible widened her ears to be a good listener. Although he had to resist being annoyed because most of what he was talking about did not understand.

Maria also just found out that Gibran mastered Japanese. Even very eloquent.

"How was your trip, Mr Shimamura? Is it going well?" Gibran asked. This time in English.

"Very good. Thank you very much for the accommodation you provide. Thanks to that I got an amazingly comfortable and memorable trip."

Gibran nodded, smiling faintly. Although his face still tends to be expressionless, but his gesture shows hospitality as well as perfect manners.

"I'd like to apologize for not attending your wedding and for not attending your wife. I'm actually quite surprised to hear you're married." They stopped at the south garden of the mansion.

Marta as a loyal butler followed along with several other servants. They were rushing to pull out seats for Maria, Gibran, and also Mr. Shimamura. They sit on a circular table.

For no reason Mary's heart beat a little fast as Gibran helped her to the seat. The man's attention immediately invited the smile of Mr. Shimamura who might think it is a form of romance of a couple.

In Mary's heart he reproached. The Attention Seeker. Maria knew very well Gibran was doing imaging.

Meanwhile Nick and one man whom Maria suspects to be Mr. Shimamura's right hand stand behind each of his masters.

"It turns out you guys are so romantic. It's a far cry from the rumors I've heard out there" said Mr. Shimamura, throwing a smile.

Mary smiled nervously. He wondered what the rumors meant. As far as she watched the news on television and social networks, she found no news about her marriage. But it makes him grateful. The Gibran family and himself are also quite influential and able to dispel the news.

While Gibran and Mr. Shimamura talk about work, Maria desperately stifles boredom amid her efforts to play the role of the perfect wife. Accompany the husband patiently and occasionally pour each other tea.

Until a while later Maria was grateful Gibran stood up and took Mr. Shimamura for a walk around his mansion.

Mary's waist was so sore it sat upright for almost an hour or so. For information, Laura had put a corset so that she could behave perfectly well. But instead of being comfortable he felt tormented.

His stomach feels nauseous, most likely his stomach acid is rising now.

Suddenly Maria gasped for a touch on her back. They were walking in the corridor with Mr. Shimamura who seemed so serious about researching the scenery of the Gibran Mansion.

Maria looked up at her husband. Gibran's hand slowly descended to his waist, rubbing it there. His heart again rumbled as the man whispered in the ear. "Come in first. Ask Laura to take that damn thing off. You look uncomfortable."

Gibran said that flatly. However, again his heart overreacted with that little attention.