His Purpose
3. Foreign Place

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Maria looked down at the wet road beside her. The rain had subsided, leaving moisture and puddles scattered on several sides. From behind the window, he stared at the cloudy afternoon sky without any shade.

Today the rain did not stop. Now drizzle drizzle still often occasionally down.

Mary leaned back, for a moment she glanced at Gibran who was sitting beside her. The man looked busy with his tablet. Reluctant to be discovered, he immediately turned his eyes and looked back outside.

The atmosphere is very quiet. They don't even turn on the radio or television. At least to make a sound in this cold atmosphere. Mary shivered and froze in awkwardness. Want to cough also feels reluctant.

Maria yawns. So sad he became sleepy. Tired heart and physical help support it to sleep. Slowly his eyes closed, he unconsciously fell asleep and fell into a dream.

Meanwhile, Gibran looked calm and unmoved though.

"Master?" The half-whispering voice diverted Gibran's attention from his tablet.

The man looked up, looking at his private secretary who was sitting in the front passenger seat next to the driver.

"Hm?" he said while staring flat.

"Mrs ..."

"Leave it." Gibran lowered his head again, staring at the numbers on the diagram he had been focusing on since.

"Where do we go?" ask Nick to doubt.

Gibran rolled his eyes. He breathed in patience. "Have you forgotten the mansion's route?"

"Of course not, sir. Good. Then we go back to the mansion."

"Where else do you think?"

"Anu .. I think you want to go to the Tjandra residence first. Or to a hotel like any other newlyweds?"

"no need. And again, my own house is above hotel standards."

Nick grimacing. "Yes. Tau deh rich," he murmured as he looked ahead. But a moment later he grimaced as he unintentionally glanced at the rearview mirror. Gibran looked at him with the man's eagle eyes.

Oh, my God, just surprise.

"Master, Derick said the chopper's ready."

"Hm."

And before long the car stopped in front of a skyscraper that is a branch of the Wiranata Group.

Gibran came out when the driver opened the door. Walk to the left of the car. His hand stopped Nick who was about to bow beside Maria.

"Let me," he said. Then carrying Maria who looks sound in her sleep.

"Looks like Madam's tired of crying."

Gibran did not answer. They walked into the building. Since it's Sunday, the building is empty, there are no employees working other than security.

Nick deftly presses the elevator button that will take them to the roof. A strong wind immediately greeted as soon as the elevator door opened on the top floor of the building. A luxury helicopter of the AugustaWestland AW101 VVIP type perched there. One type of helicopter with the largest cabin area in its class, as well as specifications that have been specifically designed for high-end users of world standards, with the interior design resembling a private jet inside.

The helicopter arrived a while ago. Operated by an experienced pilot and co-pilot as well as high flying hours. Amazingly, the sweep of the propeller and his noisy voice were unable to wake Maria who was now curled up in Gibran's arms.

"Sir, can I help you?" A co-pilot approached her offering to help carry Maria.

"No need" Gibran said.

Nick clucked and whispered in the co-pilot's ear. "That's so presumptuous. Don't you know who that woman is?"

"Who?"

"He's the Boss' wife!"

"What?"

"Yes. Boss just got married."

"Didn't he marry his sister?"

Nick just shrugged his shoulders. He followed Gibran, who had gone up with Maria. Without answering the astonishment of the co-pilot, who was now scratching his neck confused.

"Really, right? The one who married was his sister. Why be the boss who's taking a wife?"

***

"Master wants to eat something?" A flight attendant approached. Gibran took his eyes off the magazine for a moment.

"No" he answered briefly.

The flight attendant nodded in understanding. "good. Then I'm sorry. If there's anything you need, please let us know."

Gibran only nodded briefly. The flight attendant also left. Gibran's eyes turned forward. Exactly to Maria who was lying on the long sofa soundly.

The woman had not yet woken up even though it was half the journey.

Gibran turned his head back and forth through the magazine. However, Maria's movements made her unfocused and stared again at the woman.

Mary kept moving as if seeking comfort in the crampedness of the sofa. Over time his body shifted more and more to the side.

Unknowingly Gibran watched it with caution. He sighed as the woman stopped smoking. He could have fallen if he shifted a little more.

It clucked. "Just bother," he murmured inwardly.

Gibran looked down at that face. For a moment he fell silent to examine the lover of the younger brother who is now even officially married by him.

Long enough, until a deheman managed to pull Gibran's attention from the nettle.

"Ehem."

Gibran. Nick who was sitting in a slightly front seat leaned back to look back.

"Sir, I've asked Marta to prepare a room."

"Hm." Gibran just muttered. He confirmed Mary's position, then returned to his seat.

About 1 hour and 50 minutes later, the helicopter landed on a large green field. The magnificent mansion stood in the middle.

Gibran stared at Mary who never woke up. For a second there was no sign of the woman being disturbed.

It cringes. Hasn't this been a long time? Maria fell asleep like under the influence of drugs.

"Sir, do you want me to be the one who's fat?" ask Nick when he sees his boss just shut up. Sit side-by-side with eyes looking straight ahead.

"No need."

After saying that, Gibran sighed. Then get up and lift Mary off the couch. He walked past Nick who was immediately out of the doorway.

The man shook his head to see Gibran coming down the stairs as he exited.

"Why not wake up?" mumbling wonder.

In the corridor, several maids had already welcomed his arrival. They looked astonished to see Gibran coming home with a woman. Except for Marta, the butler who was asked to prepare a room by Nick.

He was shocked when the man said his employer was married. Gibran flew to Jakarta to attend his sister's wedding. I don't know what happened there until the man came home with his wife.

Marta smiled as Gibran arrived before her. He bowed respectfully before shifting to give way.

"Come, Sir. We have the room ready."

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The birds' whistles sounding sweetly greeting the ears. Delivers a peaceful sensation in the cool air.

The eyelids twitched, before then opening slowly.

Maria narrowed away the light that immediately hit her face. He frowned trying to get used to the view after a long time closed.

The wind greeted his skin until it was goosebumps. The cold was clearly felt when he took a breath. Maria looked to the side. Quickly, the window is open.

But a moment later he blinked. Just sec. Something is strange. This isn't his house. Maria knows very well her residence which is located in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Jakarta will not have this cold air.

"Mrs is awake?"

A voice surprised him. Mary jumped half-sitting and turned around. A middle-aged woman in a maid-like uniform was smiling and looking at him in the shade.

"Who-Who?" He stuttered.

"introduce. I'm Marta, the butler in this house."

The butler? A home?

Maria is still in a daze. He looked around. This isn't his room. Oh, my God, what really happened?

"It-it .... Where is this?"

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Gibran Wiranata Helicopter