His Purpose
5. Blue Book Cover

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He smiled, enjoying the wind blowing. It hit the face, flying every strand of her hair back. His eyes were peaceful. Especially when a hand is outstretched embracing his shoulder. Transmitting a flowing warm feeling, infiltrating the cold crack that pierced the surface.

He leaned back until the hand held a hug. Inevitably the smiles of both of them broadened. Their eyes glittered at each other. Staring at each other with a look of adoration.

The man made a sound. "If your heart is troubled, look at the sky above. His glory as a creation of God. Then you will feel that all the burdens that come upon you are nothing compared to the horizon."

Maria frowned. "Times?"

"Hem. Just try it."

"But, so far I don't have such a burdensome burden."

The lips lined with thin whiskers smiled. "You should be grateful."

"El ..."

"Hem?"

"Saranghaeyo ..."

Those eyes blinked slowly. "What do I have to answer?"

Mary's lips pursed. "You love me not really?"

"Yes love. But you speak alien language. How do I answer?"

"Isa. That's Korean tofu." Maria hit that burly bicep softly.

"I don't know, honey."

"Thou, ah. Here's his hand."

"Make what?"

"Handle, hold the photo. I'm going to show Ayang off. Let's get people."

The sweet laughter fell on Mary's ears. "There-there's you. Yes, here I take a photo."

Maria sumringa. "Well, that's dong."

"Marya."

"Hem? Why?"

"Aishiteru."

"What do I have to answer?"

The man laughed, kissing the lightning of Mary's temple. "Not answer. Because I know you love."

Their togetherness is complemented by a friendly kiss. Sweet things that will be hard to forget. Mary smiled at the man's lips.

Her love. Gabriel Wiranata's.

Where are you, El?

"Mistress?"

"Mistress?"

The slow-pitched call brought Mary from her deep sleep. He opened his eyes, pensive with an empty look.

It turned out to be just a dream.

But, why can he dream of their sweet memories during a courtship? Is this the effect of his yearning on Gabriel?

"Mrs? Do you want to take a shower now or later?"

Getting the question, Maria glanced at the window. The sky is starting to darken.

"Now, Ma'am."

Maria used to shower before six in the afternoon. They rarely wash themselves at night. Because his body will definitely have a fever.

"Yes, I prepared the warm water."

Maria nodded. Although he tried to prohibit, the servants here still kekeh serve him. Even the smallest thing. Prepare water before bathing, for example.

"Ec ... Ma'am?"

"Yes. Why, Madam?"

"Is there a place I can go to in my spare time?"

"Yes?"

"I'm bored and need activities." Maria needs a mind-shift.

The waiter thought for a moment. Maria did not expect more. He realized this was not his home. Of course he can't be as willing.

"Maybe Madam can try reading in the library?" said the waiter then.

"Library?"

"really. To the north of the Mansion was a fairly large library. Maybe some books can be read there."

Library, huh? God, why the library. Maria is not very happy reading, let alone reading non-fiction books. If it was a romance novel, Maria could even spend it in one day.

But, yes it is. Who should demand more.

"Yes already, Ma'am. I will try to go there" he said with a smile.

The waiter nodded. There was a happy look as his proposal was well received. Maria is getting worse if she refuses.

Maria took a breath. "The smell of roses yes, Ma'am."

"Okay, Madam."

***

As the waiter suggested, Maria went north of the mansion after dinner. Gibran has not returned from out of town. Reportedly the man will be home in two days.

Maria walked through the hallway following a waitress she had recently known named Laura. Laura guided him in front. Sometimes Mary's eyes looked at some of the paintings on the wall.

The taste of Gibran can be too. Not bad. Different from his war that often makes people afraid, it turns out Gibran has a high artistic soul.

Before long they reached the corridor with rows of windows towering on each side. The grandeur of this house really makes Maria wonder— as rich as what Gibran really is?

"Here, Madam."

Laura's voice shifted Maria's attention.

"Oh, yes."

"By the way, Ko Gibran allowed it, didn't he?"

"Of course, Madam. Master says Madam is free to read anything here."

"Thank God .." murmured Mary.

"Please, Madam." Laura opened the door, allowing Maria to enter.

"Would I get you something for a snack?"

"Emmm .. doesn't seem necessary. I'm still full of dinner last night."

"good. Then I'll just get you a drink, okay?"

"All right ..." Maria gives up and lets Laura do her job. He really didn't want to eat or drink anything.

Maria stepped deeper, staring around the library with high bookshelves looming. Laura said, The library is quite large.

It consists of two floors with stairs that make it easy for us to reach the top of the bookcase. There is also a set of sofas and tables that seem comfortable to relax during the day or afternoon. It is located right next to a window that leads directly to the park.

Not knowing how long he was reading, the night grew late and the air grew more piercing. Maria grabbed the blanket she had brought before she got here. Not big. Just a thick shawl is warm enough.

He closed the book he had just read. Then grab the cup of tea that was served by Laura. The tea is cold. It indicates that Mary has been there long enough.

His eyes glanced at the clock standing in one corner. A classic clock that will make a sound every 30 or 60 minutes. Honestly, his voice was very disturbing on a night like this. The atmosphere was impressed with horror. Especially here deserted, there was no one but Maria.

Mary got up from her seat on the sofa. He walked towards the shelf to return the book to its original place. Intentions want to hurry and get out of there, the eyes of Mary instead attracted to a book that looks different and different.

The cover is orange gradation blue. Its location slightly above makes Mary not so clearly see it. He approached trying to read the title.

Elegy Dusk?

It looks like a fiction book. The cover is pretty and refreshes the eyes. Mary was curious and wanted to read it. But it was so late and he was sleepy.

All right, he'll read it tomorrow.

Mary finally left the library. Walk through the hallway she was in with Laura. The glowing garden light pens into the window. He illuminated Mary's every step before she passed the other passageway to reach the elevator.

Along with his body entering the elevator, a shadow shot out without him knowing.