His Purpose
52. Destruction Family

"It turns out your relationship is quite harmonious."

Romanjaya Wiranata sat his old body on the sofa, with the help of a cane that he always carried everywhere.

Gibran did not respond to the statement. He sat across from the man with an indifferent look. They are currently in the Gibran workspace on the third floor.

Gibran looked straight at the man before him. His legs and hands crossed as usual, arrogant and powerful.

Seeing that even Romanjaya was unable to hold a smile. He nodded, mixed and proud to find the grandson growing up to be a strong man, just as he had heard from Abhimanyu.

Although it was a pity that the hue of his eyes was so empty as without a soul. Inevitably it made Roman's heart sliced painfully. He did not know what Gibran had gone through when he was far from him and Abhimanyu.

"You know who I am?" roman asked Gibran, who was silent. He smiled blandly when there was no response from the young man.

"You're still the same as I last remembered. You were 5 years old."

A few minutes still no meaningful response. Gibran faithfully kept silent as if reluctant to open his mouth. Not even a little movement from him. His gaze was firm unshakable.

Roman sighed, looking patient as he leaned back on the sofa.

"I was so excited when I heard your arrival in Indonesia. How were you in America? Several times I went there but never once could see you" Roman murmured at the end of his sentence. His gaze turned a little sad when he looked up.

"Your mom ..." Roman's words stopped when he heard a sharp snort coming from Gibran.

The man grinned thinly while taking his eyes off. Gibran again snorted as if something sounded funny to make him want to laugh.

His eyes shifted to look at Roman who seemed stunned in his place. "What's your real purpose?" Gibran asked in a cold voice.

"Gibran" said Roman slowly. His eyes flickered before then turning on the black shiny table in front of him.

The atmosphere turned gripping with silence that felt so stabbing. Roman felt something was beating his heart to cause a crisp pain.

The reality of Gibran who considers him a stranger is natural, considering the 25 years they have not met, but still it makes Roman seem slashed.

The man took a long breath. "I just want to see my granddaughter, see you after all this time we haven't seen each other."

"Grandfather misses you so much, son."

Gibran smiled cynically, "Grandson?"

"I don't feel like I have family here."

"Don't big head. I'm here to achieve my goal, not the relationship between father, son, grandfather, or whatever it is. It's laughable" snorted Gibran.

The man moved out of his place. His hand crept in both of his pants pockets, then stepped towards the window and stared blankly at it.

"Go away. Your presence is not needed here."

Roman stared softly at Gibran's silhouette which was struck by twilight. The cracks of the Abhimanyu household became a big trigger for their family to fall apart. I don't know who to blame. The decision of his son who chose divorce, or his son-in-law who was too selfish monopolized Gibran for himself, so that he and Abhimanyu could never once meet the child.

Something surprising happened when the man who had been in charge of overseeing Gibran in America gave the news that the man would leave for Indonesia. It was two weeks before Gabriel and Maria's wedding.

Who would have thought the narrative would end with Gibran marrying Maria. I don't know how Gabriel suddenly disappeared after being swallowed by the earth. Even until now the second grandson of Roman was no news at all. But one that Roman knows, at least Gabriel is in good shape wherever he is.

"All right, Grandpa's home today. But please allow Grandpa to visit again next time. Actually your father was very eager to see you, but he was afraid that you would be uncomfortable with his presence."

In a gaze far forward, Gibran's two hands clenched tightly in his pockets.

***

Maria went back and forth in the room. His head was full of questions about Gibran. The life of the man was still very mysterious for Maria. Moreover, the Wiranata family relationship that seems to be not okay.

Although Maria and Gabriel dated for a long time, but never once did he hear clearly the story of his family. Maria only knew that Gabriel's parents divorced when he was a toddler. He also recently found out about Gabriel who turned out to have an older brother.

Come to think of it his destiny is so funny. Instead of marrying Gabriel, Maria is stuck with the older sister of the man himself, who was only as late as Mary had heard. Her name is often Mary forgets because it starts with the same letter as the lover.

"Oh, jeez. What kind of life is this?" whispered Maria holding her head.

His feet stopped when he thought. Mary took off Gibran's coat, which was still wrapped around him, and threw him on the bed. He then passed out of the room with wide steps entering the elevator to the third floor.

Mary waited impatiently. The elevator door finally opened. He was about to swing his legs out when he saw two men standing there.

He was Gibran's grandfather, also a young man whom Maria suspected of being an assistant.

"Ha-Halo," said Maria, nodding briefly.

They looked at each other for a moment. Before Grandpa Gibran tapped his wand into the elevator, without returning his greeting just now.

Mary's reflex shifted sideways until she and her grandfather stood side by side. His assistant stood at the back.

Gosh darn. Maria blinked, her lips slightly pursed in wonder.

Maria's body stiffened nervously. His hands squeezed into each other as his brain raged over whether he should open the conversation with his grandfather-in-law.

Mary silently glanced, the grandfather seemed to be rolling his eyes as if he was reluctant to look at Maria. But that's when Maria felt something was awkward.

Maria tilted her head trying to see more details of the grandfather's face. Unconsciously his face was getting forward until the grandfather frowned back his head, looking at Maria in wonder.

"What are you doing?" ask grandpa a little.

Maria blinked, she distanced her face with a hard thinking look. "It seems I've seen you. But, where, huh?" He asked himself. His eyes drifted upwards trying to remember.

The grandfather dyed his eyes, but he only found the top of the shiny elevator reflecting his shadow which somehow looked ugly there. "Gosh, is this elevator made from cheap materials? Why is my face so wrinkled in there?" his murmur was unclear.

Suddenly Maria stomped her feet loudly while exclaiming, surprising the grandfather as well as his assistant who immediately stared in wonder.

"I know!" exclaim Maria.

"I know where I've seen you."

The grandfather blinked, in his heart he was alarmed by Maria's advanced sentence. "In ... where?"

Maria smiled broadly, "I saw you in my papa business magazine. Hehe ..."

"Oh, gosh .. It seems that he is a little stupid," said the grandfather was relieved.

"What?"

"It's nothing" the grandfather sneered. He thought Mary recognized him because she had met him at the fruit market. Apparently not.