His Purpose
51. Grandfathers

"Warm?"

"Hm."

Maria scowled, "Jawab with words. Don't just mumble. Koko has a mouth, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh." Maria surrendered. Gibran is the loudest.

Suddenly Mary remembered something. He pulled his chin away from Gibran's head, then examined the man's hair from behind. "Koko, the sewing wound was healed?"

"It."

"May I see?"

Gibran did not answer. But Mary's silence was regarded as 'yes'.

He also traced Gibran's trimmed hair neatly, trying to find while remembering the location of the wound in question. Small rows he found at the top a little to the middle.

Mary silently grimaced. What already? His injuries only slightly began to improve from the last he remembered.

Even so Mary chose silence. Maria was afraid Gibran would be annoyed if he overreacted.

In the sudden silence Gibran's phone shook. Call from Nick. The man then lifted her up to inevitably Maria loosened her embrace. Even so, one hand Gibran still actively stroked Maria's feet.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, come back soon. Someone is waiting for you and the Madam in the mansion."

It was Nick's sentence that Maria vaguely heard. Mary looked at Gibran from above. The man had already closed the call and had his phone back in his pocket.

"Let's go home." Gibran moved from his seat.

Maria looked up, "Now?"

"Hm."

"There's a guest, huh?"

Gibran only nodded in response to the question. Mary, who understood, put her shoes back on, followed Gibran back to the mansion. Although along the way he desperately walked normally given Gibran's wide steps.

The heels that Maria wore were incompatible with the terrain she was passing through. Several times his legs slipped and made Maria almost toppled if only his balance was not good enough.

Suddenly Mary questioned why she had arrived in the forest safely.

Suddenly Gibran stopped. He turned to look at Maria who was a little far behind him. The man clucked watching Maria's feet and the way she walked was so strange.

"Other times wear sneakers or sandals if you want to come here. At least not the sharp-heeled."

Maria clucked, "I knew I'd be here before. I was just a prankster and accidentally found this place."

Gibran was only able to sigh and resume his steps. The difference is now that he is walking slower than before. Even so Maria still remained far behind.

Several times Gibran turned his head only to find Mary grumbling in a low voice. He who could not stand the cash just went straight to the woman who now seemed busy cursing the ground under his feet.

"Women are always a hassle" Gibran snorted before crouching down in front of Maria.

Spontaneous Maria stopped her steps. Hearing what Gibran said, his knee immediately elbowed the expensive suit's back slowly. Again Gibran said it was troublesome.

Fucking guy. A moment's good, a minute's a bitch. It was very desirable for Maria to throw Gibran's body into the lake earlier.

"Then why would Koko want to carry this troublesome woman?" upset Maria.

Gibran glanced at him for a moment. "You walk like a loris. Quick ride."

Maria whimpers. The slow loris is the only animal in the world capable of traveling less than 0.03 kilometers, or if counted around 30 meters per day. And Gibran analogized it like that animal? Superfluity.

Maria stomped past Gibran just like that. Making the man instantly snort in disbelief.

"Kokooo ...!!!" His feet were kicking in the air.

"Duruniiinn .. gosh my head is dizzy ...!"

Gibran's ears are deaf. He ignored Mary's protestations that repeatedly asked to be sent down. Until they arrived at the neighborhood of the mansion, all eyes looked at the two curious, especially Laura who immediately ran followed Jill and Dean.

Gibran just dropped Maria off when he got to the front lobby. For a moment he restrained Mary's limp body from losing balance. The woman looked breathless with a slightly unfocused look. As soon as her eyes caught Gibran, Maria immediately launched a barrage of beating the man with hysteria that caused an uproar.

Nick who had just come out of the house reflexively approached was about to pull Maria's body from Gibran. The mistress seemed so doomed, the thing that made Nick worried because it seemed like Maria's punch was not playing games.

The wound on Gibran's head isn't completely gone yet, what if there's another new wound?

"Mrs, please calm down. You can hurt Master again later!" nick exclaimed while trying to stop Maria's hand.

The woman looked at him, "What? What wounds?"

Gibran stared intently at his assistant who was now grimacing at the back of the neck. It was as if the man was looking to die, pointing at his own head, sealing the location of the wound on Gibran's head.

Mary gaped, "So, the wound ..."

His eyes shifted to Gibran who was now closed to hold back his anger. The two of them soon looked at each other. Maria who was overcome with worry and sudden guilt confusion.

He took off Gibran's grip, lowered the hand that had previously beaten the man, and closed his mouth with his eyes wide open.

"Why is Koko silent? Why didn't you say I was the"

"Is that important?"

"While I said, you won't be able to treat it" Gibran continued. The man started to step into the main door.

Maria chased behind, "At least I wouldn't beat you if I knew it!"

"You already know."

"But I didn't know I caused it!"

"Shop!" Mary cried out when Gibran ignored her.

The man stopped, the unprepared Maria immediately smashed into Gibran's back, her hands reflexively hugging the man in search of a grip as her body staggered.

"Oh jeez. You surprised me," muttered Mary neutralizing the breath.

The atmosphere of silence suddenly felt strange to Maria. He looked around and found Martha and the servants bowing, Mary thinking they were paying their respects to Gibran.

But all of that was broken when a low echoing voice broke the silence.

"You're coming too."

Mary felt Gibran's body stiffen. Curious, he bows his head past Gibran's back to see who dares to intercept and stop a polar bear in front of him.

An elderly man who still looked fit stood before them. Maria blinked, she was still trying to digest the situation until she was not aware of her risky position.

The man cleared his throat. At first glance his eyes glanced at Mary's arms that were coiled in Gibran's stomach.

"How are you, my grandson?"

A granddaughter?

Just sec. That's Gibran's grandfather?

Mary kept wondering in her heart. His dreamy expression did not escape the attention of the man.

"Is he my son-in-law's grandson?"

Gibran still did not answer. Mary herself did not know how Gibran looked now. All he knew, the interaction of the two men was too strange to be the size of his grandfather and grandson.

Have they never met before?