His Purpose
66. Talk Bedroom

Jordian grimaced on his bed. The man's body was covered in bruises and bruises that made his face almost unrecognizable. His swollen eyes glanced at a nurse on duty.

"Suster," call Jordian in a whisper-like voice.

The nurse turned, "Yes, sir? You need anything?"

"Please get me my phone."

The nurse seemed silent for a moment. "But, the Doctor advises you not to hold your phone. Your eyes are still in treatment."

Jordian clucked, "This is important, Sus. Just for a second, okay. Can, huh? Or Sister help me find the number on that phone. I want to call you."

After a long time of thinking, the nurse was finally willing to help Jordian find a number with the direction of the man, then handed the flat object to Jordian when the call was successfully connected.

The nurse came out, making room for Jordian who seemed to be about to have an important conversation.

"Hello." Jordian was trying to hold back the incipient ringing as his mouth moved.

"What's wrong?" tell someone across there.

"I managed to find them."

"really? You know the consequences if you dare to lie, right?"

Jordian touched his chest which was painful, painfully he answered and remained focused on the conversation.

"really. I'm one hundred percent sure that he's the Gibran Wiranata you're looking for."

"Where?"

"Father. I'll send you the place."

"OKAY. Your pay's coming soon."

The call ended. Finally Jordian was able to breathe a sigh of relief and rest in peace. He risked his life to follow this mission. It's okay now he lies miserable as a patient, the money earned far from the word worth, exceeding his honor as a racer who often follows the championship.

"Sorry, Maria. I didn't mean to bother you. It's all your fault, why marry a man who's a fugitive for his own family."

***

Maria squeezes her fingers nervously in her lap. His eyes repeatedly glanced at Gibran who was still reluctant to make a sound. Maria knew the man was quiet, but this time it was different, as if Gibran had deliberately avoided a conversation with her.

It's all because of Laura. Why is that little boy still unable to keep his mouth. Maria was hit again.

"Nority ..."

They are having a break and lunch at the project. Gibran seemed indifferent and indifferent to his call.

"That's .. said Laura boho—" Maria stopped her speech when she found a sharp glint from Gibran.

"Okay, that's right. I met my friend yesterday. We just eat and talk. I also refused to see her again," scowled Maria in the middle of her lowered head.

I don't know why he felt the need to explain everything. Though not necessarily also Gibran silenced it because of that. Oh, my God, trust Maria.

Angrily Maria grabbed the cup of tea in front of her and sipped it quickly, not realizing it was still hot and burning her tongue.

"Aw!"

Maria's reflexes screamed back her teacup. Mary's tongue felt instantly numb and sore. He fanned his lips with both hands, while Gibran who was eating cash immediately kept the plate half slammed.

"Crackly," he hissed as he moved his chair toward Maria.

The man reached into the handkerchief in his pocket, put away Mary's hand and began to gently rub the woman's lips. His eyes glanced at Nick, "What do you see? Get some ice!" her screams shocked everyone, including Maria who was aghast on the spot.

"Koko—"

"Shut up," cut Gibran sharply. Maria immediately shut up.

Nick returns in haste with a chunk of crushed ice. Gibran immediately took the smallest piece and asked Mary to open her mouth.

Gibran said, "Don't chew. Just leave it like that."

Maria clenched her ice melulum lips in her mouth until it bulged.

"Odwi's Town ..." Maria said it unclear. But again he stopped when he got a sharp glint from Gibran.

The man put the drink in his glass, got up and left Mary. He asked a woman who had no role as what was there to wait for Mary. While Gibran and Nick return to observe the construction of the project.

Mary's eyes narrowed sharply against Gibran's distant back. Irritatedly he chewed rough ice in his mouth and swallowed it round and round. Then take another piece of ice for then he ate like just now.

***

"How's it?" Sandra asked her men.

"Yes, Madam. Tuan Muda is in Indonesia, more precisely now he is in Papua for a project."

Sandra smiled obliquely, "I told you. The boy must have conspired with his father to hide from me."

"Abhimanyu .. You think you can fool me?"

"Just wait, and see what I'll do ..."

Sandra grinned before sipping her tea gracefully. His eyes were full of strategy. Gibran is his, and he will take back his son no matter what.

"Make sure the kid keeps sending information before we fly there."

"Sure, Madam."

The big man lowered his head before then resigned.

Sandra again sipped her tea while staring at the window.

Any minute. Wait for Mama in a minute, Gibran.

***

Maria sat on the bed, rolling in a blanket that wrapped her whole body. He tried not to leave a single inch for Gibran. The woman's sternness was still bent in annoyance. His eyes continued to follow Gibran's movements which seemed unaffected by his defensive stance.

The man was busy pacing around regardless of Maria who had been staring at him. Walking to and fro with the file and cell phone in hand, without even once glancing at Maria for a second.

Sucks.

Mary's lips pursed. He hugged his bulging body wrapped in a thick blanket. Mary secretly tries to attract Gibran's attention. But indeed Gibran's base was insensitive, the man continued to focus on the file and the laptop in front of him.

Suddenly Maria hated both of these things and was hostile to her.

"Coko's not tired?" ask Mary with a voice made as soon as possible. His eyes also glanced to and fro, although it ended up in Gibran.

"Nope" the man replied briefly. Occasionally his hands allowed the glasses.

"Ish," hissed Maria.

"It's already night."

"Hem."

"Say it."

"Hm?"

"Anu."

Silent. Almost ten minutes passed and Gibran did not reply again.

Maria's upset. He rolled his body on the bed and lay his back to Gibran.

"I slept first!" ketus.

"She said every night. Whereabouts? He himself was busy at work," murmured Maria.

Amidst the engulfing gerrymandering, Mary vaguely felt a movement behind her. Then shortly afterwards an invasion of warm breath greeted the ears, making Maria reflex shriveled with carelessness.

"I can't ignore my passionate wife, can I?" whispered Gibran.

Mary snorted, "What? Why am I passionate?"

Gibran chuckled briefly, "You've been trying so hard to get my attention."

"Alright, Mrs. Wiranati. Where should I start? A lip? The neck? A chest?"

"Say, which one should I kiss first? Or ... Do we go straight to the core?"

Maria could not help but turn her red face to hear Gibran's frontal questions.

What the fuck is that guy!