His Purpose
42. Indignations

"I-I ..."

"Master, here's the oil."

Maria breathed a sigh of relief at Laura's arrival. He almost died of confusion. Gibran's question was completely unexpected.

"This is massage oil belonging to Ms. Martha, sir. He said it's guaranteed to be effective for sprains." Gibran received the massage oil Laura gave.

The next thing Gibran did was remove the heels that Maria was wearing. Then gently rubbed Maria's ankle, trying to target the veins that seemed to be in the wrong place.

Gibran's touch gave Maria goosebumps. His feathers seemed to stand in response to every movement of Gibran at his feet. The man began to pour some oil and knead it slowly.

"Shh ..." Maria grimaces.

"illness?" gibran asked almost like a whisper.

Maria stammered. Instead of answering, he looked at Gibran from above. The man was so painstakingly massaging his legs, making Maria subconsciously stare long at his hat-clad head.

Suddenly he nodded. The hat had fallen on Mary's head. Its large size made the object saggy to cover almost half of its face.

"I-It ..."

"Heat" Gibran said in a low voice.

Mary lifted the hat slightly to look at Gibran. However, the man had already returned to his knees and lowered his head without even returning the gaze of Maria who was now flashing with a smothered face.

Cretek!

"Aaww ...!!!"

Mary's screams ended Gibran's practice down there. The man took off Maria's legs, then looked up at the wife who now put on a look of crying.

"Try gerakin."

Maria tried to hold back the stuff that came without being prevented. What Gibran did suddenly made him shocked as well as in pain.

The base has no heart. Why not slow down?

"Still sick?"

"Slightly," sniffed Mary with a frowning face.

Then Gibran put a pair of house slippers that Laura had brought along with the oil earlier. "Wear this," he said.

"No way."

Gibran's rails are getting flatter. His eyes could not be seen Mary full of warning. But Mary remained reluctant and stubborn.

Instead of obeying Gibran, the woman preferred to walk barefoot. Maria took off the remaining heels, took them and got up from the chair. Passing over Gibran who was still crouching before her, Maria exclaimed to Laura who was standing like a statue.

The girl was faced with a difficult choice. It would be very rude if he went ahead of Gibran while the man was still silent and made no sound. His sharp eyes were just staring forward. However, it actually issued awkwardness for Laura who was only a servant.

Laura gulped nervously. He bowed to Gibran before deciding to run after Mary.

The mistress was seen walking limping through the streets earlier to return to the mansion. It seemed, he was reluctant to pass on his initial intentions to the greenhouse. They will arrive soon. But, yes, Laura knew Maria was in a bad mood after meeting Gibran.

Their steps immediately stopped. Without any sudden warning, Gibran was in front of them, and kept the pair of sandals at Mary's feet.

The man did not say a word. He went straight past Mary without even a single glance or look at her.

Maria is on the spot. His body stood stiff while looking down at the slippers Gibran had placed.

Something unexpected happened.

Duk!

Laura glared with her mouth wide open looking at what Maria had just done. As for Gibran, the man immediately stopped in his place.

The wind cannot break the tension. The atmosphere turned silent as Maria threw her shoes right behind Gibran's head.

Nick who saw from a distance came running closer. Leaving a number of people on the field who also stopped their activities and switched attention to the couple.

Mary stood with breath. Once again he threw his shoes until they hit Gibran's silent back with the body as stiff as a board.

The woman looked at the husband full of emotion. His hands clenched with lips trembling with anger.

"Why should you care?" exclaim Maria. His breathing was irregular, even his eyes glazed against Gibran.

"I never told you to care about me, God damn it!!!" Maria screamed as her tears rolled free.

"Why do you keep troubling my life with your indecisive attitude?"

"You come closer and then you stay away. You kissed me and left me like a fool!"

"You sold the car I bought. You're not letting me out of the house. You're treating me arbitrarily. Wh why? Do you think I'm a stupid woman who deserves to be played?"

"You hate me for forcing you to marry me? Just so you know, if you don't think about Papa's company, I won't marry you either!"

"Fuck your arrogance, you son of a bitch" whispered Maria. "Be a stranger there!"

Maria kicked the sandals under her feet and left with a limped step, leaving Gibran, still unresponsive to his anger.

Laura was only able to sculpt with a face of shock. Consciousness struck her when Mary was already a little away. Kontan he rode after the madam.

Sometimes his head looks back. Gibran stood rigid like a statue. The man did not move a bit from his place. So did the assistant who seemed to be in confusion about what to do.

"Look carefully," said Laura as Maria walked haphazardly.

The problem is that the woman is not wearing footwear. What if there is a pebble or worse yet a thorn?

Maria ignored Laura's existence. He continued to walk without caring about the state of his legs that had just sprained. His heart was completely filled with sickening turmoil. He couldn't stand it. Perhaps, after this he could have filed for divorce.

The wedding has been going on for 2 months. There's nothing strange about them splitting up, is there? Some people get married in a matter of hours or days. Two months is still reasonable according to Maria.

Let her be a widow. The important thing is that he can be free from that little bastard Gibran who likes to curb and is unstable. Sometimes indifferent, sometimes attentive, sometimes good, and then changed. The man had also dropped his pride.

Maria tried to deny that she was still disappointed by the rumors with the pretentious maid named Jesi at that time.

No. gabe. That's not jealousy. It was just a feeling of anger because she felt verbally abused as a wife. Mary lost her face a little in front of the servant.

Leaving Mary who was now entering the mansion with Laura, Gibran still faithfully stood in her place. Nick also approached trying to reprimand because the man was like there was no intention to move.

However, his eyes immediately widened when he found a red liquid flowing from behind Gibran's hair.

"Oh my God-Tu-Master! Sir, your head is bleeding!" Nick exclaimed in a stern tone. He tried to hold Gibran's head but did not dare.

While Gibran, the man was flat and remained indifferent. Instead of worrying about his head, he bent down to pick up Maria's shoes lying under his feet, then passed from there.

Nick gawked, "Gosh, are those shoes more expensive than his head? He almost died because of it."