His Purpose
32. Swings

Mary opened her eyes. His small wriggling body stretched the stiff muscles after sleeping. He lay on his side while blinking, silent for a moment staring at the movement of someone.

Gibran's broad back became the first sight he saw. Her tight and loamy muscles made Maria involuntarily unable to distract. The man was wearing a shirt while looking back at him, staring out a window that displayed the landscape of a Thai metropolis.

Long Mary silently watched Gibran. A second later, he woke up and jumped on the bed. His sleepiness suddenly disappeared when Gibran grimaced a little for accidentally touching the wound on his arm.

"Coko's okay?" Maria rushed down and approached the man.

Gibran turned his head for a moment, "No."

"Seriously? Obviously it was in pain," Mary denied.

"That's just a reflex," Gibran said, which Mary certainly did not believe. But the woman chose silence.

Maria's eyes shimmered to the rest of the room. His gaze fell on the sofa bed on which there were blankets and pillows. He knew last night Gibran slept there. One of the reasons that makes Mary difficult to be closed.

I don't know why, but his concern for Gibran is pretty big. However, Mary had a humanitarian side, Gibran was her husband. Of course, her instinct as a wife that leads her to behave like that.

Although the sofa looks big and comfortable, almost like a bed but more minimalist, still Mary felt bad to see Gibran as a shroud there, too, while he snuggled comfortably in the bed that should be enough for both.

He looked at Gibran, the man was buttoning his shirt casually. "Shop slept there last night?" Something unquestionable. The answer is clearly real.

"Hm."

"It's definitely uncomfortable, right? Does Koko's body feel sore?"

"No. The couch is pretty big."

"It's not even a bed."

Gibran stopped his fingers buttoning his shirt. He looked up at Maria. "You want us to sleep in bed?"

Of course Maria was immediately flirting. "Bu-Not like that. I mean, my body is much smaller. It'd be much freer if I slept there."

Gibran did not respond. He returned to his dressing focus and ignored Maria.

Maria pouted in place with no intention of helping Gibran at all. Let the prestige guy be his own trouble.

Suddenly Gibran made a sound. "With frowning you better prepare. We'll be gone in a minute."

Mary's eyes widened. He stared at Gibran. "We're going? Where to?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

The man sighed right after his last button was attached. Then walk towards the sofa, where his fancy watch is lying on the table.

"You'll know later. Quickly go take a shower and clean your thick eyes."

Maria touched her eyes which turned out to be very sticky. "Gosh," he whispered embarrassedly.

Instantly he swallowed his saliva and scooped up the tissue to clean it. I want Maria to scream right now. Maybe he forgot to wake up.

Oh my God, this is embarrassing. Maria must have looked ugly with messy hair and pillow face. His breath must have stained too. And he confidently continued to speak to Gibran.

Gibran, who had finished installing the watch, turned around when he heard the sound of a door slam behind him. He found Mary had disappeared from where she was standing. The woman must have entered the bathroom.

"Good morning, sir." Nick answered on the first ring.

"Morning. Contact all clients now. Tell me, our meeting place changed."

"Don't ask. Just do it immediately."

He closed the call unilaterally. No matter what, maybe Nick is confused in his place right now.

Moments later Maria had finished her bath and prepared. Since Gibran had her dress modestly, a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt below the knee became an option.

Maria looked graceful with her hair draped and slightly tied back. He also deliberately likened his clothes to Gibran. I don't know, he just wants them to look in tune today.

"Yeah!" Maria Exclamations. His smile was merrily staring at Gibran.

Although Gibran did not reply, Maria did not care. He was happy because he was finally able to come out and not just stay in the room. For the first time after her marriage to Gibran, Mary again felt what a walk was.

Apparently Gibran took Maria to an outdoor dining area in Phra Nakhon District. It is located exactly a few meters from the Grand Palace or the palace of the king of Thailand.

He was happy, even though Gibran's goal was to come here for work, at least Mary could let go of her boredom because the place was amazing.

A large garden with a large fountain area as a striking icon managed to make Mary amazed. Various colorful flowers complement the beauty, making anyone feel at home for long even though just silent.

After several times his experience on vacation to Thailand, only now does Maria know there is a place as beautiful as this next to the Grand Palace. Previously he only visited certain places that were famous and talked about by the world.

While Gibran was having a meeting after breakfast, Maria took a walk of her own around the park. Even so he knew Nick was watching and watching him from afar. It's okay, Maria understands that Gibran's aide is worried that he's lost.

Maria is unlikely to escape, she does not hold a passport and other identity cards. Somehow they took care of the flight yesterday. At once even though it is a private plane, it still requires the objects above.

Maria looked back. His gaze was fixed on Gibran who looked serious talking to several other men in suits.

He smiled a little. Gibran is a man of high prestige. He also knew, behind his cold and indifferent figure, Gibran actually kept a little care for him.

Maria caught the attention of the man, albeit small. Surprisingly, it was able to make his heart rustle.

Maria knows she can't keep avoiding Gibran's charms. He was well aware of the possibility that one day he would fall and be carried away by the current.

And when that happened, his greatest fear was none other than his own heart. Maria was afraid, when the feeling was fully anchored, Gibran already had another pier on which to base.

Mary blinked as Gibran turned his head. He smiled and waved a little before turning around and continuing his steps through the park. Leaving Gibran's complicated gaze behind there, which he had unknowingly stared at for quite a while.

"Mrs. Wiranata?"

"Mrs. Wiranata, you hear us?"

Gibran jumped and turned his eyes back to his colleagues. He cleared his throat, "Sorry. Please continue."

Nick looked at Gibran. It is not usual for a man to lose focus while working. Is it because Mary was with him?

It was then that Gibran gave him the cue to go from there, following Mary who was now quite far from their reach.