His Purpose
67. Jealousies

"Mrs, did you end up fighting? Why are there so many red marks?" ask Laura.

Maria rolled her eyes, staring at Laura lazily. "Don't ask too many questions. I know you're mocking me. Quickly cover everything. Let no one be missed."

Hearing Mary's faint tone, Laura complied. He patted the sponge to flatten the foundation at Maria's feet. However, his mouth remained as if there were no brakes.

"Some of you are weird. Why make love red-red should be up to the feet?"

"Where do I know! I didn't make it!"

"Yes, yeah. It seems that Master is too passionate" said Laura seemingly thinking.

"By the way, why does Madam have to rent? Just normal, dong. Wasn't last night very burning? You should be flowering this morning."

"flowers?" Maria snorted, "How can I flower? Not knowing himself he left me like a piece of trash in bed. He's good fresh fit. Lha, me? My body even felt crumpled dimly," he murmured indistinctly.

"What did the lady say? Agar-agar? You want gelatin?"

Can Mary cry over Laura's stupidity? Could it not, anyway, his mouth was replaced to be more quiet?

"It's nothing. Never mind, just buy some trousers, there."

Deploring. Maria was long annoyed that covering Gibran's former kissmark took quite a long time. When will this be when he can have breakfast?

"Mrs, where should I buy pants? Mall here is very far ..."

Oh, mercy. Maria forgot.

"Not to go through the stone. Madam, I don't want to go that way anymore ... Scary to know ..."

Maria slapped her forehead, she let out a sigh of resignation. "Yes already ... Let's cover it up again."

He extended his foot forward to Laura, letting the girl continue her work covering Gibran's hot trail.

Almost nearing lunch time, Maria catches up with Gibran to the project. She looks beautiful and elegant as always. Its existence is so striking that it inevitably attracts a little attention.

Mary stared at Gibran in the distance. Beside her, Laura stood holding an umbrella to ward off the hot sun that was so hot as to burn the skin.

He had intended to approach the man, but the presence of a woman beside Gibran made Maria stop and hold her step a little far.

For no apparent reason his heart heated up until the sultry feeling in his body increased rapidly to the crown. Draining the anxiety that instantly made his mood deteriorate.

Unknowingly Maria stomped. Laura who understood the feeling of the mistress tried hard to improve the mood of the woman.

"Mrs don't be jealous. What master would a model woman like that," he said.

Mary said, "Who's jealous?"

Laura closed her mouth to smile, "Still unwilling to confess, huh?" whisper to yourself. Mary's denial is often anxious one.

"You don't have to be jealous. I'm sure the master is loyal, really."

"Know where?"

"Feeling."

The innocent impressed answer made Maria snort. Feeling, said. Laura doesn't know that Maria Kapok relies on feeling. As a result he clung too much to his feelings, he had no support when he finally had to fall into the hole of separation.

Mary looked at Gibran long ago. Will it be the same this time?

He turned around and began to move in the opposite direction. This made Maria follow.

"Eh, where are you going?" he was chasing after Maria. As much as possible his hand held the umbrella stably.

Maria did not answer, she re-entered the car and closed the door violently.

Laura was outside. He shook his head as elus chest looked at the behavior of his master. "If you're jealous why not say it, anyway? Why should I be buried?"

"Tok, tock, tok ..." Laura knocked on the car glass.

"Mrs, this lunch—"

"Throw away," Mary cut. The window that opened a second later now closed again, swallowing the sebald look of Mary that immediately made Laura gawk.

"E-Eh, but ..."

Suddenly he saw Nick walking not far from them. Spontaneous Laura waved and exclaimed to call the man.

Nick looked astonished before approaching with a curious look. His eyes occasionally glanced at the dark glass of the car. Though invisible, he knew Mary was inside.

The conviction made Nick bow briefly, saluting Maria.

"Omo .. it's smart that he guessed," muttered Maria who was quite surprised by Nick's polite demeanor.

Back to Nick.

"What's wrong?" The man asked Laura.

He frowned as Laura stretched out a paper bag that turned out to contain food.

"This what?"

"Yes, it's food."

Nick sighed. "Who do I mean?"

"Oh ... Hehe." Laura grimaced scratching her nape.

He thinks hard. Should he say this food to Gibran?

But, looking at the upset Maria, she somehow got annoyed too. As if supporting Maria's mood, Laura felt herself needing to do something.

"That's it, for that Mas!" point it at a man.

Laura had no idea what she was pointing at was one of Gibran's fellow entrepreneurs.

Nick followed Laura's line of sight. His forehead felt strange. "Seriously?"

"Be serious, Mase!"

"Have gone there. Don't forget to give me the food! Say it's lunch from Madam!"

After saying that Laura went straight in after Maria, leaving Nick still stricken with confusion in his place.

"Not for Master?" nick whispered to who.

"Ah, that's it. Maybe the Madam really wants to share."

***

"Please pay attention to the depth and condition of the soil. Make it as accurate as possible according to the calculation."

Gibran takes the work of workers seriously. Not to forget he also threw a little advice and commented on anything that he thought was not appropriate.

"It turns out you're a perfectionist, yes. Exactly what people say" said the woman beside Gibran.

She is Morena, the only female entrepreneur to have invested in her project. Actually he's not that great, just lucky enough to have someone supporting him from behind.

"If it's like this, it seems I won't regret having worked with you" Morena continued with a lip pull.

His eyes could not hide his interest in Gibran. But alas, it seems Gibran did not care at all about the codes that Morena tried to lay down since.

The man turned away from the construction. Of course Morena followed and occasionally tried to open the conversation, although Gibran did not even look at him.

Suddenly Gibran stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Morena followed Gibran's point of view, who was observing Bagas, their co-worker, who was also in Papua.

Looks like Bagas is having lunch.

"Sir Gibran wants lunch? I happen to be too. Want together?" ask Morena confidently.

The woman did not know it was not the food that made Gibran fixated, but the logo of the handkerchief lying next to the lunchbox that Bagas was eating.

That's his handkerchief. If he had not given it to himself, only one person would have the authority to do so.

Gibran's jaw is slightly hardened. What did Mary mean by sharing lunch with Bagas?