His Purpose
61. Meet After a Long Time

Abhimanyu looked coldly at the woman before him. His body firmly occupied the single sofa, with both hands resting on his knees that crossed. Elegant and charismatic. The charm of the middle-aged man seemed reluctant to leave his age that was no longer young.

"You haven't changed much. Still as handsome as I last remembered." Sandra smiled in anguish.

"But .. I don't know if you're still as powerful as you used to be in bed" he continued in a half-sniffed voice.

"What's your goal?" Abhimanyu ignored the provocative sentence.

He did not waver even in front of him was Sandra, the ex-wife.

"No patience as usual" snorted Sandra. "alright. I know you don't like wasting time."

Sandra's voice slowly turned stiff, "Return my son," he said low but sharp.

A long silence enveloped them. Abhimanyu and Sandra both look strong with their respective auras. Sandra looked straight at Abhimanyu, and Abhimanyu replied with a similar look.

"What?"

"Don't pretend not to know. Gibran disappeared from New York, it must have been you and that old fucking Jackfruit."

Abhimanyu knew that Sandra meant Old Bangka was her father, Romanjaya. A small snort slid from his nose. "Do you realize what you're saying?"

Abhi locks up Netra Sandra full of warnings. "Your mouth is as rotten as ever, Sandra."

The corner of Sandra's lips twitched faintly, "Rubber, but I was the one who took your walk for the first time. Remember that."

"Omong empty. Whatdoyouwant?"

"My mother? I told you I wanted my son back."

Abhimanyu snorted a laugh, his expression looking cynical as he looked away. "What's going on? Where's the best army until Sandra Willis has to bother looking for me to find her son?"

"He's your son too" Sandra's chimpanzee was no less flat.

Abhimanyu looked back at Sandra. "My son?" The corner of his lips lifted up in a slant, "But I've never had an item once to meet him for these 25 years."

Silent. Netra they met each other and fixated for a moment. Both have the same high ego.

Sandra's small snort turned her gaze out the window. "You knew the risks from the beginning" he said coldly.

"You're blocking it."

"We look after him" Sandra said, not wanting to lose.

"Key? What do you want to take care of? More precisely you purposely blocked our meeting."

Sandra doesn't talk anymore.

"Gabriel is also missing" the Abhimanyu fishing rod.

But all he got was silence. Sandra looked unconcerned, the woman actually rose to grab her handbag on the table, then stood up while looking at Abhimanyu.

"While you're not saying where Gibran is, I'll find him in my own way."

That sentence was his last words before waltzing away. Abhimanyu stared flat at the table in front of him, then he made a sound, stopping Sandra's new steps a few meters past him.

"I don't know where he is. Why do you have to ask me who never even met him?" Abhimanyu's voice sounded without ripples.

Sandra silently listened.

"Gibran left definitely out of his own will. Can't you just let it go?"

A moment before Sandra replied, "She's getting engaged."

After that Sandra actually left the Cafe, leaving behind an expressionless Abhimanyu.

Jo, the assistant came in as soon as he saw Sandra's departure. The mid-40-year-old approached Abhimanyu who was still sitting at his desk.

He did nothing, just waiting for Abhimanyu who seemed to dissolve in his mind. Before long the man got up, tidied up his suit and took Jo out.

Jo opens the rear passenger door for Abhimanyu, while he turns to open the door next to the driver. For a moment his eyes scanned Abhi from the rearview mirror in the car, then he asked, "Do you want to go straight to the Airport?"

"Good, Sir." Jo nodded obediently.

Abhimanyu is in Chicago for work. But unexpectedly he actually met Sandra, his ex-wife after a long time.

***

"Mrs, until when are you going to grumble there?"

Laura who had been accompanying Maria in the library long ago felt bored because since then the woman continued to struggle with various swear words.

I don't know how many swears Mary made to Gibran. The lady looked so upset at her husband. Laura did not know why Maria's mood was so easy to change.

Yesterday the woman seemed to flower like someone in love. Then the following days his look turned full of whimpering.

"To this day I am still upset. He could have talked about Gabriel after the night we had a great fuck. Ooh .. geez, that's a pity," murmured Maria.

"Basic stiff guy. It just ruins the mood."

"He asked me if I had forgotten Gabriel or not. Did he not think why I would want to be touched by him?"

Maria continued to grumble, and still with the same sentence that Laura had heard these few days. He memorized the whole thing so bored.

"I think it's natural, Madam." Laura suddenly replied.

Mary glared at the girl, "What?"

"It's only natural that you ask the Madam like that, considering that the Madam's lunge with her sister cannot be considered ordinary."

"Especially the Madam and the Second Young Master had been in contact for quite some time, I think it's only natural that Mr. Madam had not forgotten about it."

"Worry?" Maria snorted with her mouth open, "Hey, Laura. If you'd seen how he looked back then, you'd have thought he was a bitch, too."

"Worry from where? He even threatened me," Maria continued muttering.

His lips curled downwards, he still remembered how frightening Gibran was when he claimed Mary as his own.

Maria was happy, but couldn't the man say it more gently and romantically? Maria feels like the candy that a child claims to be.

Laura rolled her eyes lazily, "Mrs are more mature and experienced than me. But why is something like this you don't understand?"

"Madam, before Madam thinks Mr. sucks, you better understand first how His nature and character."

"The man is not a romantic man, he is also a man who has a high ego, quiet, does not talk much, and tends to rely more on action than words."

"With all of His character and personality like that, you should not expect anything grandiose. Maybe that's how you express your love."

Maria blinked, "Does Koko love me?" ask more of yourself.

They had spent the night together twice, but Gibran said nothing. The man only claimed Mary as his own.

But it is extensive. To have does not mean to love. Mary belonged to Gibran because she was his wife. So did Gibran who asked Mary to have the man as husband.

Thinking about it made Maria come back moody. What does Mary mean in Gibran's eyes?

Laura sighed, she clucked faintly and chose to continue reading the novel. For a long time his head is influenced if he continues to give advice but is not considered. Mary seemed to be transformed into a foolish woman every time faced with Gibran.

Geck, tok, tok.

The sound of knocking managed to pull the two from the daydream. Maria and Laura both turned towards the door. Nick stood there with a polite smile and gesture.

"Mrs, Mister is calling you," he told Maria.

Maria frowned, "Why did she call me?"

Laura elbowed Maria's waist until the woman grimaced small and glared unhappily. But Laura did not care, she hinted for Maria to quickly rise up following Nick.

"Come on, Madam .. stop stalling. If the Master is unable to express his love, then the Madam must shower him with love" Laura whispered in Maria's ear.