His Purpose
49. Blue Lake

"God .. is so clear ... My shadow even looks pretty in there." Mary admired her reflection on the surface of the water.

"Waahh .. so wicked is Koko. He won't let me go to town, but secretly keeps a beauty like this near his house."

"At least let me know if there's a good place to unwind. Not even telling me to go to that boring market," scowled Maria.

He tilted his head to the left and to the right, watching the water ripples that displayed the look of his pouting face.

"Look, a face as beautiful as this is not even able to bring real love" Mary said slightly pensively. His breath was long. "Does that love really exist? Can I get it from someone other than Papa?"

"Unreserved love, which will not be lost in time."

"Is it like that?" Either Mary asked who.

"Gabriel also said she loved me. But why did he leave me?" fengut Maria.

"It looks like only Papa won't leave me in any condition."

Maria shook her head. "That's it. Why am I even sentiments like this?"

His head was looking around the lake. The rustling of the wind that touches the foliage elicits a soothing sound reflection. Mary's eyes were closed in peace. The corner of his lips was pulled upwards forming a single smile.

"Jeez .. it's very convenient ..."

The simple birdsong seemed to complete the beauty. Being used to living in the capital makes Maria excited when in a natural environment.

Actually, Maria quite liked her current residence. You could say he started to feel right here. In addition to the natural atmosphere that is still awake, the air is fresh has not been contaminated, until other reasons that Mary herself does not understand, it turns out that the silence here sometimes makes her feel so calm.

I don't know, his feelings are hard to explain. To be sure, this place wasn't as bad as he thought. But that can change at any time. Depends on his mood. Come to think of it, most of the triggers for his frustration were none other than Gibran.

Tuh, right. Just remembering it makes Maria reflex pursed her lips. Gibran is a bitch. But, there were times when the man made Mary's heart pound. Especially when kissing.

"Gee!" Maria shook her head in an attempt to cast off the thrilling shadows.

But Maria could not prevent her cheeks from immediately giving off a red hue due to the heat on her face.

"Huaa .. scram. Please get out of my head .." whine Maria as she began to sit on the ground.

No matter the clothes will get dirty later, the point is that Maria wants to enjoy her own time. Without servants, without bodyguards, without anyone's supervision.

Mary put her legs forward. His eyes examined the area of the lake that was not so large but riveting. The color was beautiful in Mary's eyes. He had intended to throw himself if he did not remember his swimming ability which was far from good.

"Why should he hide such a beautiful place?"

"Basic stingy."

"Who's stingy?"

The baritone's voice made Maria instantly jump. He looked back quickly and stuttered when he found Gibran there. The man stood about 5 meters from where he was sitting.

Why is Gibran here? The question was spinning in his brain.

Gibran approaching. Maria frowned when she realized the man's breathing was a little irregular.

"Coko ran away?" Maria looked up to look at Gibran who was now looming beside her.

Instead of answering the man gave him a piercing look. "Why do you always have to be troublesome?"

"What?" Mary blinked in wonder. Cih, what the fuck is that man came - came immediately angry.

"Other people are busy looking, but it turns out that the one sought is busy keeping quiet here." Gibran snorted, "It's amazing" said the circus.

"What, anyway? Can't Koko stop pissing me off? I'm still mad, you know!" Mary threw her face towards the lake.

The man sat beside her. But Mary acted indifferently and ignored Gibran's existence. Not even looking.

Gibran pulled out a cell phone calling Nick. "Stop search. I've found it" said the man briefly and then closed the call.

Maria grins. You are the commanding officer, his lips in heart.

For a while they were silent at the lake, though Mary occasionally rolled her eyes at Gibran, staring at the visual of the man from the side who inexplicably looked so charming in Maria's eyes.

His face was firm with a perfect jawline. His nose is very symmetrical with a sharp squinting eye shape. It really intimidates anyone who comes into contact with it.

And damn, Mary is experiencing that now.

Maria turned her head in any direction when Gibran suddenly turned and caught her behavior.

Oh, my God, that's a shame.

"Can't you stop disappearing all of a sudden?"

"Don't go recklessly, let alone unattended."

Gibran's voice drew Mary's attention. The woman blinked staring in embarrassment mixed in wonder. "Why? I'm not a toddler to be watched," he grinned in a soft voice.

Gibran returned Maria's gaze. For a moment their eyes were glued to each other, making Maria immediately attacked by nervousness.

"You won't know what kind of danger lurks out there" Gibran said.

"-What danger? All the 26 years I have lived, my life has been safe, tuh," he replied, turning indifferent.

Silent. Gibran said nothing. The man looked straight ahead with an expression that was hard to decipher.

"Sorry" he said suddenly.

Maria turned her head immediately, so quickly her neck felt like it was about to break. How not, Gibran just took out the most impossible word from his mouth. Maria even had to blink a few times to make sure the man was still in his sane state, in the sense of not sticking.

It could be that there are creatures that inhabit the forest that enter Gibran's body.

"Maa .. maa ..." It was Maria's turn to say nothing.

And he swore it looked stupid in Gibran's eyes. But strangely Gibran was mediocre, neither sneering nor grunting as he usually did.

The man looked. Although her gaze looked flat, but at first glance Maria saw a foreign spark in her eyes. Maria doesn't know what it is.

"I can't give you my best yet."

Maria gawking, "I mean ... Koko?"

"Say. That's the good thing you mean."

Did Mary say that she hated talking while looking into Gibran's eyes? This made Maria unable to focus.

"B-Crs ..." Maria scratched her neck in confusion. He himself did not know what to answer.

Gibran is still waiting. But that only made Mary confused herself.

'Jeez, what did I say in Koko's study earlier, huh?'

Maria can't keep her mouth when upset or angry. He tends to say the origin and bring out whatever comes to his heart.

As a result, now he was even in trouble because apparently Gibran quite baperan.