His Purpose
27. Blue Shappire's

Mary opened her eyes slowly. Like dejavu he woke up again in a foreign place. His back was raised to sit on the bed. His eyes looked around.

A room that was quite spacious but not bigger than the room in Gibran's house. Luxury interiors are unquestionable. Surely the man took her to an upper class place.

"Sawaddi kha ..." A voice greeted him.

Maria's reflexes turned fast. Someone had just walked out of a door that Maria thought was a bathroom. The woman looked down and smiled to greet him.

"Sa-Sawa ... what?" Maria flashes. For a moment he thought of something. Only after a while did he remember the last time he was on his way to Bangkok.

"It's up to the looks of it" muttered Maria as she rubbed her hair back.

He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, at 09:00. Maria Indonesia and Thailand have no time difference. That means the time now is the same as the time in Jakrta. But Mary did not know the area where she lived with Gibran. Either enter into the Time of Western, Central, or Eastern Indonesia.

"What's your sleep good, Madam?" ask the woman who is wearing a neat uniform typical of the hotel.

"Ah .. yes," replied Maria in a slight daze. His head turned to and fro. "My husband ..." Mary wanted to ask but hesitated.

However, the hotel saleswoman seemed to understand to answer Mary's question hanging. "Your husband just came out a moment ago, Madam."

"Ah .. so it seems." Maria scratched her cheek and smiled crisply.

Inwardly he keeps his resentment at Gibran. The man could have gone and left her in a foreign place. What was the reason Gibran brought him here?

"Yes, Madam. Your husband told me to accompany you to a series of treatments at our hotel."

Hearing that, Maria looked up. His neck seemed to break so fast. "the care? What treatments?"

The salesman smiled. He patiently explained and answered Mary's question, though her countenance seemed a little confused. "Night you and Mr. Wiranata will attend an official event. Therefore He advises you to relax for a moment before preparing. You don't have to worry, ma'am. Our hotel provides the best services including spa and salon."

Relaxation, he said. Relaxation eyes. Maria wants to run away now. This is no different than living in Gibran's house. He thought the man dragged him to Bangkok because he wanted to be kind enough to take him for a walk, along the famous tourist destinations in Thailand.

In fact, Gibran brought him here to attend a company party.

After the treatment, Mary stayed in the room for a moment, sitting on the sofa enjoying pieces of fruit while watching TV. She had just picked a dress she was going to wear tonight.

Choose only the model, not the color. Because all the clothes they carry have the same color, namely navy. Of course it aims to harmonize with what Gibran will wear later.

Maria was tired. He turned to Ming— the hotel salesman who had been faithful to accompany him. He must have been paid specifically by Gibran.

"Excuse me. That ... can I take a short walk out?"

"Again the show later tonight, and it's still late afternoon. There are still a few hours left before leaving" continued Maria.

Ming turned his head, he smiled in response to Maria. "At any time the Madam should be prepared because the Master will pick up at 17:00."

"A-What? Isn't the show nineteen? Why is he in such a hurry?" maria at the end of her sentence.

Ming only smiled in response. She didn't say much until Make Up Artist dressed Maria.

While Maria, the woman continued to frown in restraining her frustration towards Gibran. For a long time the man's attitude made him stressed.

"Attent. Can her hair be cut? I don't really like to tie my hair" said Maria interrupted the activities of a number of MUA.

"Of course, Madam. You look beautiful with any hairstyle."

"Hem. Thank you." Thank you."

"Together, Madam. It's an honor we can decorate you."

Maria smiled stiffly. He was used to that kind of sentence. But the end still makes awkward. Maria felt she was not so honorable that she deserved the flattery she felt was excessive. But, yeah, that's it. Maybe they see from the side of Gibran which is not exactly ordinary.

He sat down next to Gibran. Seriously? The man did not respond at all after telling her to prepare from the morning? At least say one word of praise. Basic guy is stiff and boring. Was his mouth made just for silence?

It's just free to look beautiful. Inner Mary.

Wait for. Why is he upset? It's up to Gibran to praise him or not. Who is Mary to the extent that Gibran had to do it?

So ridiculous.

The wheels of the car slowly shifted away from the hotel area. Almost half an hour passed but the atmosphere was still quiet. Neither Gibran nor himself opened his voice.

Until a moment later he was made to flinch when an exclusive black box was outstretched before him.

Mary looked at Gibran. The man only looked at her for a moment while saying, "Wear."

"I-This is what?"

Gibran did not answer, making Mary reflexively pursed her lips. His hand began to open the rectangular box with a heart filled with curiosity.

And again he was made to stumble. A pair of diamond earrings with a simple but charming design and blue patterns that Maria suspected as sapphire plastered in front of the eyes.

Maria blinked, she turned her head again to Gibran who was still in his position looking forward. Sit with your arms crossed as usual. Pose-poses of Arrogant Bosses that Mary often sees in the drama.

"I-This ... for what?"

Gibran glanced lazily, "Don't I tell you to wear it?"

"Yes. But ... I've been wearing earrings," Maria replied carefully.

"Wear that one. It fits your dress better."

Maria stared at the earrings on her lap. Indeed in terms of color and design more beautiful and harmonious with the clothes he wears today.

"But ..."

"alright. I'll wear it," Mary's errant when she finds Gibran's lazy gaze.

He began to open the earrings one by one in his ear. However, later he was confused because he could not wear earrings from Gibran. But he kept trying even though it was hard.

In the midst of his hard work looking for a small hole in the earlobe, he was suddenly made sculpted by the actions of Gibran. The man removed Mary's hand from there, taking over the earring he had been about to put on.

Mary felt Gibran's fingers twitching carefully. His heart was pounding again as fresh breath was blowing nearby.

Mary glanced at Gibran. From this close distance he could see her charming face. Too bad the frozen look often makes people afraid. Just try the man smiling a little, surely the earth will be made to tremble because of it.

"Haish, lebay," he said unconsciously.

Kontan Maria flinched when accidentally his eyes met Gibran's. An instantaneous nervousness engulfed him, let alone their distance being so close.

"Su-It's done?"

Gibran did not reply, but his fingers lifted up to Mary's chin, wringing her until the face looked up slightly at her.

The rhythm of Mary's heart instantly increased. He even held his nervous breath. He wondered what Gibran was doing or was trying to do.

But after a while nothing happened. Until suddenly Gibran rubbed his thumb there, before then removing it and then away.

"Smile. Whatever happens later" said the man who asked Maria.