His Purpose
30. Reality

"What's really going on? Who was the one who so dared to injure Koko in the crowd? Didn't that person think it would be caught and caught more easily?"

"A really stupid act. I'm sure that guy didn't go to school before."

"Shooting someone in a crowd is suicide."

Gibran paid no heed to the ravings of Mary that had been pecking at his ears. He was silent, even after realizing the bullet was lodged in one part of his body, Gibran could still be calm.

In contrast to Maria who was suddenly chatty about many things. He frowned staring at Gibran's torn upper arm and was being treated by one of the nurses.

"Shhh ..." It was not Gibran's voice, but Mary's.

"Stop grimacing. You're acting like your own wounded self" Gibran said without turning his head.

Mary sneered. Her lips cut down on Gibran without a sound. Then his eyes were fixed on Gibran's upper body, which was not covered in a shirt. Maria could see her stomach muscles being perfectly formed. The athletic sculpture immediately made Maria's cheeks blush.

Damnit. Gibran did not intentionally want to flirt. But behold, not only was Mary very tight, the nurse who was cleaning Gibran's wound several times was caught stealing glances with a reddened look.

Maria flapped her neck with her hands. I don't know why, but he suddenly felt so hot.

"Where are you going?" gibran asked as he caught the movement of Mary from the corner of his eye.

Maria who was about to walk out instantly broke the intention. "I? I'm .. I'm going out for a minute. Why?"

Long time no answer to make Mary think Gibran just melindur. But as he was about to step back, Gibran firmly said, "Stay there."

Kontan Maria nailed her feet in place. He turned to Gibran, looking at him blinked with a look of wonder. While Gibran, the man casually ignored Maria without bothering to return his gaze, let alone explain the reason why Maria should be quiet there.

Almost ten minutes passed Mary was fixated, even she did not dare to shift from her place. Instead of what, he was just lazy to get a plot from Gibran if it violates the man's orders.

"It's over, sir. For a while his right hand should not move too much first, yes. Because it can trigger bleeding and slow recovery."

"Hm." Gibran just muttered while trying to put his shirt back on.

The nurse grimaced. Maybe inwardly irritated because his advice was not discussed at all. Gibran moved as if he had no wounds.

Maria who did not understand the nurse's explanation just silently watched.

When the nurse wanted to help put clothes on, Gibran refused. That is what Mary concluded. Because again he did not understand the Thai language they spoke.

The nurse, who had a pretty face, came out, probably at Gibran's request. Now only Mary and Gibran were left there, covered in silence that seemed to have become a spice between them.

Gibran seemed busy inserting his shirt arm. Because the shirt was previously soiled with blood, Nick quickly found a replacement at a nearby boutique.

The stunned Mary was instantly stunned as Gibran's voice broke the daydream. "Until when are you going to stand there? Come." Comehere."

"A-i?" Mary pointed to herself.

"Who else is there in this room besides you?"

"Coko," answered Maria innocently.

Gibran looked at Maria flatly. This made Maria blink quickly as she hurriedly approached. "Why? Koko needs help?" ask Mary carefully.

"O-Ooh .. yes. Here, I'll help you put it on." In times like this Mary is required to widen the level of sensitivity. Because waiting for Gibran to speak long and clear is an impossibility.

Carefully Mary inserted the sleeve of Gibran's shirt to the right. Inwardly he grimaced with restraining horror. Approximately, what it feels like to be exposed to hot lead that rips meat to the blood. Just looking at her made Maria's hand shake.

"Did Koko have any enemies? Or is there someone who doesn't like Koko out there? Why would they do this to their fellow men?" maria grumbled as her hands were busy buttoning Gibran's shirt.

"Although so I'm sure he's not a sniper. If you want to finish, why not shoot head or heart? Why an arm? It must have been a missed shot."

"You wish I were dead?"

"Te-Of course not. I mean I'm grateful that Koko survived."

Gibran doesn't speak anymore. He let Mary put the buttons on her shirt one by one.

"By the way, why did Koko refuse the nurse's help? Isn't it the same as asking for help?"

"Focus on your work. You got the wrong button" Gibran said flatly.

Mary's hand stopped, "Omo! Excuse me. I'm gonna fix this. Hehe ..."

Maria was too nervous to focus. His heart's slipping in there. His blood rippled warmly until it flowed to his head. The thing Mary feared the most was that Gibran had seen her red face.

How not, the stomach that had stolen his focus was now right in front of his eyes. Maria only wished her hands would not touch that tantalizing skin.

Gosh darn. Gibran really poisoned his brain. This must be because Mary rarely worshiped and prayed. His heart became weakly treated to the temptation of sensuality.

"Done!" Maria breathed a sigh of relief. His behavior is exactly the person who has just done the heavy work.

Right after that Nick came in and opened the door. The man approached, bowing to Maria before facing Gibran, who was sitting on the bed.

Maria snorted, not knowing what made Gibran immediately placed in the ward instead of the ER. Didn't the man look fresh as a shooting victim?

"Have you guys caught the guy?" ask Mary to Nick.

Nick, the man immediately glanced at Gibran who was also looking back at him casually. Next to his eyebrows raised sucks. Of course Nick could only hold on to it and smile at Maria. "Here you go, madam."

"really? Who her? What's the motive for doing that?"

Silent. For a moment Nick was silent to think, before then he laughed crisply while occasionally glancing at Gibran. "Custom, Mistress. Your rival in the business world. Hahaha ..."

Maria's forehead wrinkled, "Lantas why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Your boss just almost lost his life."

At once, Nick also immediately shut up. He looked down and apologized to Maria. While Gibran, the man sighed as he got out of bed.

"That's it. We go back to the hotel now" he said, starting to walk to the door.

A moment Maria glared at Nick, making Nick dashing down as a sign of respect. The woman then followed Gibran who had come out first. Leaving Nick who immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The man shook his head to the door, where neither Mary nor Gibran had vanished.

She grimaced, "The lady doesn't know you told me to shoot her to distract."