His Purpose
53. Rustling Gyms

"Get this back to the library." Mary pointed at the pile of books on the table.

Laura who just finished arranging Maria's clothes in the wardrobe room was approaching. His forehead is deep. "Just this way, ma'am?"

Maria ruffled her waist, "What does she have to be?"

Laura scratched her forehead accompanied by a ringing, "Considering that my Madam borrowed more from this?" he said not sure.

"you reckon? I forgot to keep it where. Never mind, you just bring the one."

"Will you not be angry? I'll be blamed later, too."

"Why should you be blamed? Who lost the book was me, not you."

Laura scowled. Mary did not know how Gibran was. Seeing from the way the man had treated Maria all this time, it was impossible for Gibran to scold the mistress just because of the matter of the book. However, the man would definitely take it out on all the servants and blame them all.

Jesus, Laura just realized that Gibran was as gentle as that to Maria. The soft version of Gibran is certainly different from the soft version of other men. Unfortunately Mary could not see that.

Having no reason to refuse the order, Laura took the books on the table and returned them to the library. He just hopes that after that it will not be sprayed Gibran.

***

"Master, Your Grandpa ..."

Gibran glanced sharply at Nick who immediately also rectified his words. "I mean Mr. Romanjaya. A few days ago, he met Madam at the market."

"But, it seems like the Madam did not recognize him because Mr. Roman was in disguise."

Gibran removed his hand from the pull of the pulldown that he had been exercising for a few minutes. He got up, grabbed a small towel to wipe away the sweat. His breathing was a little heavy when he opened the bottle cap and downed the drink.

The man slightly slammed the bottle on the table, then rested his arms there. His eyes looked straight ahead. I don't know what Gibran is thinking, sometimes Nick can't guess.

"Evan. Has he found this place?"

"It can be confirmed yet, sir."

"Looks ... Your father worked with the relevant government to block the movement of foreign nationals who want to visit Indonesia, especially this area. I heard some of them include blacklists."

Gibran snorted, the corner of his lips raised cynically. His hand throws a towel over the table, then turns back to resume his delayed exercise.

While riding on the treadmill he said, "Call Mary here."

Nick blinked, "Mrs? Wh-wh-what for? He doesn't like this kind of activity." he said reflexively.

However, a second later he was silent to find a deadly glance from Gibran. Nick goes out and searches for Mary at Gibran's behest.

Apparently the woman was wandering in the lobby. They walked in front of the elevator. It was clear Nick immediately conveyed Gibran's word to Maria.

Maria seemed to blink for a moment. He pointed to himself in astonishment, puzzled and curious. "Me?"

"Why did Koko call me?"

Nick lowered his head, "I'm sorry, but I don't know, Madam."

"so. Yes, I have, thank you. I'll go first."

Nick nodded, "Together, Madam."

Maria enters the elevator and throws a brief smile at Nick just as the door closes.

Arriving on the second floor, Maria headed straight for the gym where Gibran was. He tried hard to push the heavy glass door because calling Gibran who was behind him was a futile act. The man won't hear because the room is soundproof.

"Oh my God, that's heavy. Why not replace it with a lighter one?" I don't know who it was.

His legs swung toward Gibran, who was running on the treadmill. He stood aside to draw Gibran's attention. The man glanced at him.

Really?

Gibran stopped his activity by shutting down the device. Then he went down and walked towards the small round sofa without a backrest located at the end of the room, precisely next to a tool that Mary did not know his name.

The man sat there, resting his elbows on his knees.

Maria gulped trying to eliminate her indecent thoughts as a result of seeing Gibran's unusually sexy appearance. Oh, my God, that guy could've just been wearing pants with no top. I don't know how many times Mary has been presented with this view from Gibran, and she's still not used to it.

"I have a meeting later" Gibran said immediately.

Maria's eyes immediately rounded looking at the man. Is Gibran still sane? Or did he hear wrong? Gibran sent him here to discuss the meeting? Hell, what does that have to do with Maria?

"What-What?" Maria sure.

"To town. You wanna come?" ask Gibran.

A moment Maria blinked, "Ke ... to the city?"

"Hm" nodded Gibran.

"K-Koko took me?"

Again the man nodded.

"Se-seriously?" Mary still did not believe it so she wanted to keep asking.

This time Gibran did not answer. The man sighed as he got up and walked past Maria, approached one of the sports equipment and prepared to continue his activities.

"If you don't want no problem" he said cuek.

"You!" Maria's haste to attack.

Half-run he approached Gibran. His smile broadened as he occupied the pulldown beside the man. His eyes sparkled watching Gibran who was lying down lifting the barbell.

"Serious shop want to take me?"

"That means I can go for a walk?"

"Only today" said Gibran.

Maria grimaced, "Alright, no problem .." she resigned.

The important thing today is that he does not get bored at home.

With her lips slightly pursed, Maria observed the tool she was sitting on. Maria looked up at the elongated handle above her head. He raises his hand to pull it. But unexpectedly the tool turned out to be so heavy that Maria was almost interested.

Reflexes he let out a small scream in surprise. This succeeded in attracting the attention of Gibran who now began to remove his barbell and then approached Maria. The woman was busy rubbing her hands with a scowling face.

Gibran. "You can't just pull it off."

Mary's voice grew even more wry, "I never used it. It's only natural not to know" he said.

Gibran sighed. However, his body moved behind Mary, took the woman's hand and then he led her to grab the handle above.

Maria's heart throbbed. Gibran's body heat that hit the area behind him makes Maria as if running a marathon. Sweat suddenly poured as if he had been exercising for a long time.

A few seconds ago, his body was still cold.

Slowly Gibran helped him pull the handle down carefully. Instead of paying attention to her movements, Maria focused instead on Gibran's moist, shiny burly arms.

Oh, my God, licked must be salty.

Maria shook her head. "What the hell," he said reflexes.

Gibran frowned faintly. He noticed the strangeness of Mary from above the woman's head without a sound. But that's when her eyes caught the sight of Maria's dress unfolding to display almost all of her thighs.

Why does that woman have to sit so easily?