His Purpose
4. Cry of Longing

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"Mrs, can I help you put it on?"

"A-Ah .. ti-not necessary. I can wear it myself, really." Maria gave an awkward smile.

The waiter nodded and smiled back. Maria had just finished her bath after waking up from her long sleep. His heart still wonders where he is now.

Mary knows this is Gibran's house. But where is it? Which area? Which town? Which county? Jesus, Mary really needs enlightenment.

Half lazy he entered the dressing room. Maria didn't know when they were preparing this complete wardrobe room. By the time Maria came in, everything was available.

Thank goodness the size fits.

Maria came out after wearing her preferred midi dress. He deliberately chose a thicker material because he was not used to the fairly cold weather.

It seems like there are mountains around here. Or maybe the building itself is located in the hills. I don't know. To be sure, for Mary who was born dabbling with the heat of the capital, the air here really made her shiver.

Even his teeth were grinding when he first came out of the bathroom earlier.

Maria stared at the skincare line at the dresser. All are well-known and expensive brands. But not what he used to wear. It's okay, the skin is not a sensitive type and can be said to be suitable for using any product.

It's just that he's lazy to do the treatment. He only smears body lotion and facial moisturizer so as not to dry. Then comb the hair that has previously been dried.

"Mrs, let me take you to the dining room."

Maria nodded. He followed the waiter who took him out of the room. They stopped in front of the elevator. Enter after the elevator door opens.

Throughout his steps his eyes did not stop combing around. From what he has so far observed, this Gibran house tends to take on a classic and luxurious Mediterranean style. But it does not leave a modern impression with a variety of exclusive advanced facilities.

They got to the ground floor. The waiter took her a little south, passing through a few passageways to get to the dining room.

It was Marta— the butler who approached as soon as he was seen from several meters away.

Marta bowed for a while, then invited him to sit in the dining chair.

Maria stared at the table before her which was full of different kinds of dishes. He looked at Marta.

"Is this not too much? Where's Ko Gibran?"

Because to him Gibran was an older brother, he called him Koko.

"Master left the town early this morning."

"Oh ... I see."

"Lantas, what is this much food for? Are there any other family members here?"

Martha kept smiling calmly answering Maria's question. "Nothing, Madam. We just don't know what food suits your taste."

Maria nodded. Apparently so.

"I'm not worried about food. Except for vegetables, I don't like."

Marta nodded. "I will remember it well. Please eat, Madam. If you need anything, just tell the waiter here. Excuse me for retreating. Come on, Madam."

Maria nodded, not forgetting that she was commenting on a slightly forced smile. The people here are friendly. But, Maria still felt unfamiliar and unaccustomed.

"Sir," called Mary to a servant who might have been assigned to wait for her.

The waiter came closer. "Yes, Madam? You need anything?"

Maria shook her head. "No. I just wanted to ask, did the waiters get their breakfast?"

"Yet, Madam. Usually we will eat after the host has finished eating. Why?"

For a moment Maria was silent. What kind of rule is that? Did Gibran trigger it?

"It's okay. This ... please take all this back, okay? I won't be able to spend it. Share with all the servants or other workers who work here."

"Yes? But-Mr ..."

"Please" said Maria.

"I ate enough of this lasagna. Come on, what are you waiting for? Tell everyone to eat."

"Well, Madam." Half in doubt the waiter left, calling his friends for help transporting all the food at the table.

Maria shook her head. He still doesn't think. You could say he was born from a golden spoon. But, never once did the waiter in his house cook with a portion of one RT like this.

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After breakfast, Maria was confused as to what she wanted to do. He was bored because there was no activity. The waiters were busy with each job. Gosh, this kind of atmosphere makes him melt back. His mind was again filled with Gabriel who suddenly left.

Maria looked at the vast expanse of grass from above her room. Unlike yesterday, today's weather is very sunny. But it was inversely related to his heart. The blue sky does not necessarily make Maria out of loss.

Mary took a deep breath. He gulped when his eyes blurred. The memory of Gabriel always managed to make his chest feel claustrophobic.

Without being able to prevent various memories running in his brain. From the start of their first meeting five years ago, to the sweet moments of courtship that they had passed together.

Gabriel is the ideal male figure that many women expect. He is attentive, understanding is mature. His gentle and loving attitude could make anyone feel at ease.

Gabriel always knows the limits. He knows who he can look out for. Gabriel will be a little careless and bodo time on women. It was because he appreciated and kept Mary's feelings as his lover.

Maria always told Gabriel not to be too kind to people, especially women. The woman has a weak heart and tends to bring feelings if given attention. Moreover, people who pay attention have a proud title. No one can refuse it.

Like Gabriel. Gabriel has everything others expect. And now, Mary was expecting her presence.

"El, where are you really? Are you all right? I hate you for ruining our marriage. But, I can't stop worrying either."

"Where are you, El? Have I been making you less happy all this time? Or maybe your feelings have changed? Is that why you don't want to get married?"

"If so, why not just say it in the first place? Why did it have to be a moment before the blessing began?"

"You knew? Because of you, I have to marry Ko Gibran because Papa's company is threatened."

"What am I supposed to do now? Should I wait for you, or study sincerely with the destiny I've already chosen?"

"Say. What should I do now .." he said to the sea of air and the sky above him.

Mary was crying looking at the trees out there. Both of his hands clutched tightly at the edge of the window. Trying to hold back the heart that returned without being able to prevent it.

"You're bad, El. You're evil ..." he muttered in the middle of the sedu sedan.