His Purpose
6. Drowning in the Darkness

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"No, Papa. Maria is fine here. Papa don't have to worry."

"Really?"

"Heem."

Silent. Rayan did not speak anymore. While Mary desperately bit her lips withholding tears. How should he say that he is lonely here. He felt strange and uncomfortable. He wants to go home, wants to hug and coiled in the arms of the father.

But Mary must take responsibility for her own decisions. He decided to marry Gibran. He must endure and live it with all his heart.

"Yes, Pa. Maria breakfast first."

"Yes already. But remember Papa's message. If you can't, go home. Papa's house is always open for you."

How can he go home if he doesn't know where Gibran's residence is. Ask the waiter for free. Their answer remains the same, no one explains in detail the geographical location of this area.

"Yes. It's yes, Pa. Bye ... Mary dear Papa."

"Papa loves you more."

Connection interrupted. Maria took her phone down from her ear. He looked at the flat thing. It was a lucky thing that he could call Rayan. Since yesterday the signal on his phone seemed to disappear in the wind.

Is it true that his position is now in the interior? Why is the network suddenly difficult and lost arise?

Looks like Maria has to ask what prepaid card is suitable to wear here.

After breakfast Maria takes a walk in the garden of the north part of the mansion. He remembered that this park was directly opposite the library. It turns out the environment here is very clean and beautiful. Comparable to the cold air. And Maria who is not used to the weather difference should immediately find herself suffering from a cold.

Just when she woke up this morning, Maria felt her heavy head, as well as her watery nose. Fortunately, there are no signs of cough symptoms that will make it difficult to swallow.

Maria purposely went to the garden to sunbathe. The morning sun was warm and made her feel better. Laura faithfully accompanied him everywhere. Either he was commissioned by Marta or indeed his own initiative for seeing the lonely Mary as a lost child.

What is certain is that the existence of the girl is very helpful as a guide. Gibran's house was too big and twisted to the point that several times Maria was made to stray, including last night on her return from the library.

This house is made its own map. Its design that almost matches the labyrinth fits perfectly with Gibran's intricate character. Don't make it the man himself.

"Laura."

"I, Mistress?"

"Where do you sleep at night?"

Laura understood, you guys Maria meant were servants.

"We slept in the south pavilion not far from here, Madam."

"Ooh .. It is appropriate that the night is very quiet. Turns out the worker here has his own house, huh?"

"Yes, Madam. We usually work until 10 p.m. But Madam can still call us if you need help. There's a special phone line connected to the Madam's room and the other room."

"That's how it looks," murmured Maria.

But a moment later his forehead creased. "But last night it seemed like I saw someone. If ten o'clock in the night you've already made it to the pavilion, then who's hanging around the house?"

Apparently, Laura who heard his words frowned. "Someone?"

Maria nodded. "Yes. Never mind. Maybe it was just my feeling. Last night I was also a little scared because it was quiet."

Laura still seemed to think. "Maybe one of the maids, ma'am. Because sometimes we can also enter the mansion if needed."

Maria smiled wryly. Who needs a servant when in fact in the house only one Mary remains. And he didn't feel like calling anyone last night.

Reluctant to think more, Maria asks Laura to get her a snack. Maria didn't like biscuits very much, so she asked for something that was soft textured but not too sweet.

Laura hurried away to convey her wishes to the Chef. Maria who returned alone, sighed. He looked up at the sky. His eyes closed soaking in the warm sun that seeped into the skin.

For a moment he was pensive to remember the words of Gabriel who yesterday had approached his dream.

"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 opened her eyes. "You're wrong, El. My anxiety did not go away even though I stared at the sky for a long time. In fact, you alone dropped that heavy burden on me," she said with a flat face.

Maria sighed, shaking off the tears that again wanted to burst out. He stood up. His feet were off the park.

He tightened the sweater that covered his body. His steps were slow and lethargic. This feeling of loneliness really bit him. The mountain longs also gnawed at his heart.

Compared to that, Maria was more unable to deny her hatred for Gabriel. He hated it because Gabriel had left him. Dumped him for no reason.

Making him trapped in a pseudo marriage that he does not know the end of.

Are you that bad, El?

I didn't know that you weren't like the asshole guy out there.

Damn, I still worry about you.

Maria kept going in an uncertain direction. He wants to run away from the shadow of Gabriel who often haunts him when alone.

Instead of succeeding, he finds himself lost on the second floor. I don't know how long he walked. I knew he was far from the park. Jesus, Laura must be looking for him.

His head turned left. There's nobody there. Stupidhead! Already know this house prone to make people lost. Still walking while daydreaming.

Mary cursed cursing in heart. If so, who should he ask for help? Neither did the cell phones carry.

Maria tried to find a way out. No, if he stays forward, it will make him even more lost. The best option is to turn around. Let lika turn the aisle he thinks about later.

Mary turned around as she made her decision. However, Mary forgot that calamity could come at any time. Somehow the story goes that Maria's legs could have fallen out with each other.

As a result, his body rolled to the side, hitting a large pillar until it slipped through the corridor guardrail. The surprised and lost-balance Maria failed to put her hands on hold. He was only able to close his eyes and surrender to whatever fate would pick him up down there.

Byuuurr ...

In the end, he drowned. Whether it was a wound or life, everything seemed to race to swallow him in the dark.

Maria stared blankly at the light bias up there. The longer it gets away. Just as his consciousness was thinning as the drained energy ran out.

He's limp. If she could, Mary would sleep forever.