His Purpose
47. Fruit Market

Mary was glued with her mouth slightly open. His eyes flickered staring in disbelief at what he saw ahead.

Laura, Jill, and Dean stand behind, waiting for Maria's reaction ten minutes ago to just sit next to Gibran's luxury car.

"Really ...?" still with the body sculpting.

Laura approached slowly, she leaned over to whisper to Maria. "Mrs, until when will we stand here? People are watching us."

Laura is wrong. Since arriving and parking the car on the side of the road, they have indeed become the center of attention. Pairs of eyes glanced blatantly. Curious rails overshadowed and mostly led to the car.

The bright red car was so flashy. This is in stark contrast to the current environmental situation Maria is facing. Mary breathed out from her open mouth. His head hung out for a while before then he massaged a forehead that suddenly felt dizzy.

"Are you kidding me? Why take me to a place like this?"

Maria thought she would meet a big mall with famous brand shops. But instead of Hermes and Chanel, Maria was stranded in a traditional market that sold only fruits and vegetables.

Gosh darn. What are they really thinking? There's no way the Gibran Mansion is lacking in groceries, right?

Dean nodded, then opened his voice. "Sorry, Madam. Your residence is too far from the city, while Master only lets us go no more than 10 kilometers."

Mary again harrumphed in disbelief. "That's right!" His feet were upset.

"From the lobby to the gate alone the distance is almost 3 kilos. Then after that we pass through the forest, plantations or whatever, the distance is not much different .. 2 kilos," melas Maria. "I haven't even found a residential area yet. Now you have to stop here? In this market?"

"Oh my God, my head seems to want to break."

"What can I do here? Did that crazy guy not think at all? Let's not say he didn't give permission."

"Sucks." Maria kept grumbling with what she was going through.

His breathing was repeatedly long. Angrily he opened his coat and slammed it into the hood of the car. Laura immediately took the coat and tried to put it back on Maria.

"Madam, don't open her coat, the air's so cold. Isn't Madam's body sensitive to low temperatures?"

Maria shook Laura's hand, ignoring the girl's worries. For what sake, he wanted to cry right now. Gibran is fucking. That man could have played him.

"Now I am sure I am living in the interior" murmured Maria.

"Say, where is this? Sumatra? Borneo? The moluccas? Bali's? Of papua? Or the coast of Java?"

"Ah .. that's not possible. Borneo and Sumatra make more sense. Can't you tell me where we are now?"

Seeing the three who were silent, Maria snorted while sneering. "You're really Gibran's followers."

Before long a grandfather suddenly bumps into Maria with his wagon, prompting the woman to be shoved along with Laura's screech which immediately restrains her body along with Dean and Jill.

Maria was surprised. What misadventures now?

But compared to that, the fruits that grandfather brought were falling on the ground. Brightly the grandfather immediately stood facing Mary, his hand pointing boldly at the woman.

"Based on the rich are useless! Why do you have to stand in the way like that? Look, my fruits are broken and falling," he scolded Mary.

Maria is getting angry. He also straightened the body that previously rested on Laura and Dean.

He pointed to himself, "I? Why am I being blamed? Grandpa pushed him too far."

Laura grimaced, whispering in Maria's ear. "The lady was blocking the road."

"Basic young people don't know the rules. Your whereabouts and your car have disrupted our activities. Get rid of it, rich people are troublesome," dumel the grandfather while picking up the fruit.

Maria snorted half a snort. He turned back to decide to go back to the car. His feet stopped as he opened the door.

Maria looked back again, seeing the grandfather cleaning up his scattered fruits.

"Hey, guys. Help, gih," he said to Jill and Dean who were immediately embraced by both of them.

"Laura, buy all the merchandise."

Laura blinked, "What? But ..."

"I knew Koko was supplying you with cash. Use that now."

"But the fruit in the house is still very much, madam."

"I don't care. Just share it with everyone who passes in front of your eyes."

Maria closes her car door leaving Laura scratching her head. He turned to Jill and Dean who were busy picking fruit with the grandfather.

Laura can't argue, can she? Mary's word was her duty.

It didn't take long for the trunk of the car Jill and Dean were packed with a big sack of fruit. While Laura entered the passenger seat of Maria's car with irregular breath and sweat.

Maria nodded at that. Seeing Laura who was angry he even followed his own sultry.

"Have you?"

Laura nodded, "Here you go, Madam. God, the grandfather didn't thank me at all even though his merchandise had been bought."

Maria did not respond to the grunt, she asked Laura to immediately put on her seat belt while starting to run the car, followed by a luxury sedan driven by Jill behind her.

Both cars left the market area, without knowing the eyes of the fruit seller's grandfather followed with a view that is difficult to interpret.

A moment later a well-tuned man approached the grandfather. "Master, in an hour you have a meeting. We should be right back."

The grandfather opened his shabby hat and turned to the young man who was looking down. He chuckled, "Gosh, you can't let me have a little fun."

His body turned around and began to step away from the spot, "Give the wagon back to its owner. Say all the merchandise has been sold," he said, holding out a thick envelope filled with money. The amount even exceeds the actual price.

He looked back again. Maria's car and her female bodyguard are gone in the distance. Again he clucked while shaking his head, "Aeuuhh. The boy was not playing games apparently. He really married that woman."

The grandfather's eyes turned to the young man who was his assistant. "Why are you silent? Quickly give me the money and return the wagon."

"Sir." The young man held out a stick that the grandfather immediately received.

"Go."

"Good, Sir."

The young man went to carry out the decree of the grandfather. While the grandfather himself walked leisurely with his cane, leaving behind a crowd. His mouth occasionally muttered a song. His head was darting to the rhythm that was held.

"Durgan grandson ... She didn't even invite me to her wedding ... Ho ho ho ..." That sentence he sang in the original tone.