His Purpose
26. Awkward

"Honjitsu wa go seicho arigatogozaimashita. Oyasuminasie. Shiawase ga itsumo anata tomoni arimasu you ni ..."

"Thank you for all the attention you gave today. Good evening. May happiness always be with you." Because Maria complains that she does not understand Japanese, Son—man who accompanied Mr. Shimamura was happy to be the translator.

Maria does not know it turns out that the man is fluent in Indonesian, know so why did not realize earlier?

"Either. It should be me who is grateful that you are willing to take the time to stop by my residence. Good evening. Have a nice day too." Gibran also spoke Japanese.

They all bowed to each other as a sign of farewell.

It was already evening when Mr. Shimamura and his entourage left the Mansion. The man said he was happy to have the opportunity to visit here. Maria and Gibran drove him to the lobby until the man entered the car and left the yard.

Slowly the cars shrank in the distance. Maria couldn't even see the gate. He did not know how many kilometers the gate and yard of the house were. It seemed like if he was reckless walking would take half a day.

Jesus, forget Gibran's limitless land area. Maria thought more about her embarrassment which is now overflowing unhelpful anymore. What else could have been the cause if it wasn't a kiss?

Just remembering it has made Maria's face heat up. Especially when it was close to Gibran as it is now. Circumstances kept forcing her to meet the man. How else, they live in the house.

Suddenly Maria was sorry. For what reason does he care about Gibran's purpose towards Mr. Shimamura. Had he not been pretentious to be a good wife, there might not have been any awkwardness between them.

Wrongfully. It seems only Maria is experiencing an awward situation. Gibran looks ordinary. The man still looked calm as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, shit ..." lamented Maria involuntarily.

"What's so fucking?"

Maria jerks. He forgot Gibran was still beside him. They had just taken Mr. Shimamura away who was about to return to the inn. Actually Gibran has offered Mr. Shimamura to stay here only. But the middle-aged man who had a smile and friendly aura immediately rejected the offer.

"A-Aaahh .. nothing. I-I came in" said Maria. He turned around and hurriedly entered the house.

Instantly Laura bowed directly before Gibran, "I'm sorry, sir. Good night," he said before hurrying after Maria.

While Gibran, the man just stood staring hard at Maria's back. The woman quickly entered the elevator. Behind her, Laura chased around trying to balance her hasty steps.

Nick looked at Gibran, "Master, I've told Derick to get the flight ready. Tonight you can go to Bangkok."

"Hm. Tell Laura also to prepare for Maria's needs" Gibran said as he walked in.

Nick took a moment. He blinked before catching up with his master entering the elevator.

"You want to take the Madam?" Nick confirmed.

"Hm." And Gibran simply replied with a mutter.

***

Hours later, Maria was on Gibran's private jet. The woman sat half in a daze. How not, he who was about to sleep and barely close his eyes was suddenly forced to wake up by Laura.

The girl pulled him from dreamland. With a state that has not been fully aware Laura dragged him into a car that turns out there is already Gibran.

At that moment Maria cursed Laura all out in her heart. Doesn't the girl know that Maria really wants to avoid Gibran? And now, he just has to one car even a plane with the man.

"Mrs, you want to eat something?" ask a flight attendant politely and attentively.

Maria nodded weakly. Let alone eat, his life has not been collected all.

"Sorry, this ... which flight to, yes?" ask Mary to be curious.

The flight attendant smiled, "We're going to do a flight to Bangkok, Madam."

"D-bangkok?" Maria half exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, Madam."

"Bangkoks? So suddenly?" mumbling slowly.

Amidst the confusion Gibran emerges from a door with Nick behind him. The man gestured for the assistant and the flight attendant there to leave them.

Noticing Gibran's presence around her made Maria fall out of the fog, turning her head to and fro avoiding the man's point of view. Unfortunately he could not prevent when the tall body of Gibran slashed beside him.

Jeez .. heart please be quiet ...

The man sits cross-legged with his hands crossed. The masculine fragrance instantly entered his sense of smell. So fresh at once intoxicating. Making Mary desperately hold herself back from being lulled.

Mary's eyes were closed. His mouth was trying to remind Gibran that Gibran was a seductive demon figure parading angels, precisely the angel of death. Just look at that deadly gaze of hers, as if she wanted to kill people.

Mary glanced at Gibran. The man looked seriously read the business magazine in his hand. It felt like Maria wanted to cry realizing that Gibran looked cool from any side.

Let alone Maria, married women would think the same thing. Either Maria had to regret it or not for deciding to marry the man.

"What's wrong?" ask Gibran suddenly. His eyes were focused on the magazine.

Mary stammered, "Ti-No. Nothing," she cried away looking away.

One of the creepy things was the sensitivity level of the man.

"Go to the room and continue sleeping." Gibran still spoke without looking.

Unknowingly Maria scowled. Instead of obeying Gibran, he instead circulated the view of observing every interior in the plane.

For information, he is currently sitting on a sofa complete with a table in front of him. The sofa is quite long, but suddenly feels narrow when Gibran sits on it.

Gibran called the flight attendant, asking for coffee and warm milk and snacks. Mary did not pay much attention because she was reluctant to look at Gibran. The man offered a glass of warm milk he had ordered to Maria.

Maria blinked, staring alternately at Gibran's face and the glass filled with milk. "I-It ..."

"Drink." Cold and expressionless. Inevitably Mary received the glass from Gibran's hand.

He did not drink it straight away. His hands squeezed the bodies of the glasses. The situation really made him confused about what to do.

Gibran sipped his coffee slowly. The man reopened his magazine and dissolved in reading. Whether she realized it or not, Mary looked at her for a long time before turning to take a sip of her warm milk.

Not knowing how long she was shaking, Maria felt her eyes getting heavier with drowsiness attacking. His body slowly leaned to the side and landed on Gibran's shoulder.

Gibran was silent for a moment. His eyes shifted glancing at the sleeping Maria on his shoulder. He immediately closed the magazine and kept the glass on a small table right next to the sofa.

Slowly and carefully the man shifted Mary's head. The woman was disturbed. For a moment Gibran's eyes were fixed on Mary's face. Examining its almost perfectly sculpted contours.

From the eyes and nose are small but symmetrical, until the lips that afternoon he had enjoyed.

Gibran let out a sigh, he began to lift Mary's body from the sofa to be moved into the room. Perhaps because of her sudden movements, Maria's hand reflexively wrapped around her neck.

"Wangi .." whispered Mary, shrinking her face in Gibran's chest. His lips curled into a smile.

Gibran let it go while walking out. Nick who had been standing at the door immediately looked down to see his appearance with Maria.

"Sir."

"The position fits, right?"

"Sir, Mister. Madam will wake up at the desired hour."

Gibran nodded, then he continued to step towards a door in which there was a bed. Nick nimbly opened the door, then closed it again as Gibran entered and began to lay Mary there.

Unbeknownst to Maria, Gibran had given a message to Nick through a flight attendant to give him sleeping pills.