His Purpose
55. Changed

"Thank you, Mr. Gibran. Hopefully we can continue to work together in the future."

Gibran welcomed his colleagues' hand, "Together."

His eyes then glanced at the empty seat next to him. Maria hasn't returned since asking permission to go to the toilet. He stood up in his coat before coming out with the others.

It was then that Gibran stopped Celine's steps by patting her on the shoulder. "Sorry, have you seen my wife?"

Not without reason Gibran asked, because he knew the woman also had time to go to the bathroom.

Celine looked back at Gibran, she raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Yes, we talked for a while in the toilet. Don't know where he's going now."

"Why? He didn't tell you?"

Gibran did not answer, he left Celine who was now grunting shrugged.

The man rushed to the ladies' room and contacted Nick, who was at the bottom. He thought the possibility of Maria had gone down first and was waiting for him in the car. However, Nick said he had not seen Maria coming out of the building. Where is that woman now?

Without a second thought Gibran opened the toilet door that ended up causing a commotion. The women there screamed in surprise at Gibran who suddenly entered.

"Sorry" he said, again closing the door.

"Basic perverted man!"

Gibran paid no heed to all the insults that led to him. He called Nick again and ordered the man to deploy the four bodyguards they had brought in to find Maria.

Gibran entered the elevator and checked all the floors he passed. One by one the outlets he went to, until almost an hour of his search has not yielded results. Mary was not found anywhere. Similarly, Nick and his other aides, they saw no sign of Mary's presence even though the whole place had been traced.

"Damn it," Gibran sighed gritting his teeth.

"I don't want to know find him until I can. If not, I'll cut off your fingers" he said sharply.

Another Nick is the bodyguards, they looked down in fear of getting a serious-sounding threat from Gibran. It didn't take long for the four to re-dissociate looking for Maria who was suddenly difficult to find. Either the woman's hiding where. To be sure, the figure of Mary determines their life and death.

"Master, the Madam is unlikely to escape. He did not know the ins and outs of this area. We've even manipulated Google Maps on his phone. So you don't have to worry."

A waist-rigged Gibran looked at Nick, "Are you that stupid? What if he asks people? What if someone helps her? It doesn't rule out the possibility he's at the airport right now!" lambasted.

"Sir, you doubt me?" This time Nick was serious.

"You take it easy, Madam will not run anywhere. He cannot leave this area. I risked my life."

Gibran breathed out loud. He looked away from Nick. For a moment his eyes glanced at the watch on his wrist, then clucked realizing there had not been any information from his adjutant.

"Sir Gibran?" Someone approached.

Gibran wanted Nick to look at the source of the voice. Celine, the woman walked towards them with a step made as graceful as possible. His hands crossed in front of his chest.

"Still looking for your wife?"

Gibran glanced indifferently. He tried to be calm disguising his anxiety.

"I know where he is."

But Celine's next words managed to attract the full attention of the man. Gibran lowered his hand from his pocket, starting to stare at Celine seriously.

"My family?"

Nick and Gibran glanced at each other. The two focused on Celine who could not help but carve a smile on her lips that were covered in red lipstick.

Looking at Gibran who was nodding briefly, Celine's smile widened even more. Although he knew Gibran did not fully believe and doubt.

Nick followed the woman with the master. Celine directed them to an alley not far from the mall. Precisely a small street flanked by two classic buildings in the form of a bakery and flowers.

Gibran frowned, he turned to Celine who nodded confidently. "Come in. He's inside."

For a moment Gibran was silent observing the building before him. Not wanting to waste time, he entered with Nick who was also curious. If the madam had indeed been here since then, why had her aides not also told her? Is their performance declining?

Gibran circulated the view throughout the boutique room. A few seconds later his eyes stopped in one corner, not far from the locker room about ten meters from where he was standing.

Maria stood behind him. The woman looked to the side without realizing Nick and Gibran.

Gibran's jaw hardened, his highlight sharpened as soon as his feet swung with wide strides. She immediately grabbed Maria's rough hand, making the woman immediately look at her with a surprised look.

Maria was stunned, their neutrals met and glued to each other. Gibran's sharp-wielding eyes so froze Mary to her joints.

Not yet had Gibran to speak, the voice of someone who had just come out of the dressing room attracted the attention of Maria as well.

"Oh, my God, does this suit me?"

Roman lowered his head to observe his own appearance, not knowing that a pair of eyes were looking at him unhappily. Gibran glanced at Roman and Maria for a moment. His grip on Maria's hand tightened to the point of making the woman grimace and turn with a half-awakened look.

"Coko, sick," said Maria.

That whisper managed to draw Roman's focus on them. The man was surprised to see Gibran.

"Gibrans?" His old eyes emitted a happy twinkle.

Contrasted upside down with Gibran staring at the man as sharp as an eagle.

"What are you doing with him?" That's a question for Maria.

Maria quickly replied as a gripping aura began to cloud the atmosphere. "So I accidentally met Grandpa at the mall. He was with his assistant looking for clothes. Not finding a suitable one, I took her out to look for another shop."

Maria looked at Gibran. He bit his lips trying to resist the nervousness that suddenly overflowed to the surface.

"Coko's done the meeting?" ask Mary carefully. He tried to attract the attention of the man who had not been able to look at Roman with a thick aura of hostility.

Mary had no idea what was the matter between them. He was just uncomfortable being in this stressful situation.

Roman smiled stiffly, his body moving awkwardly before Gibran. Before long the man's assistant came as if to be a savior.

"Sir, our colleague is waiting. You want to leave now?"

"A-Ah ..really? It's a pity, even though I want to talk to my granddaughter." Roman glanced at Gibran with a smile that was made as light as possible.

"Then I have to go."

"Ah, wait a minute. Does this suit me?"

The young man lowered his head, "More than suitable, Sir. Young Madam picked you the right outfit."

"Is that so?" Roman's eyes glanced at Maria for a moment. Her lips were a little throbbing, a mixture of pleasure and prestige.

Sontak Maria giggled amusedly. The man still sniffed at her. I don't know what reason Grandpa Gibran was hostile to him. But instead of fear, Roman's attitude was impressed like a child.

After Grandfather Roman's departure, Mary's attention was entirely on Gibran. He looked up at the face of the husband who was still stiff like a wooden doll.

Maria commented on the smile touching the gentle man's hand, "What's the matter? Why does Koko look so angry?"

"Ah .. I know. Koko must have been looking for me. Sorry, I didn't say I was leaving. I'm tired of hearing about work."

"It's over, right? We're going home now?"

Gibran looked down, looking at Mary in wonder. Is it just her feelings or is Maria's attitude a little strange?