His Purpose
7. Misunderstand

The eyes were moving slowly. His forehead creased faintly as a beam of light infiltrated his fertilizer. The originally blurry vision slowly began to clear. Maria blinked looking at the ceiling of the room above her.

Is this Heaven? Why does it feel familiar?

All those questions were answered when a figure of face suddenly appeared blocking his attention. Maria was stunned, of course she recognized the always intimidating frozen look.

Her blinking goal was trying to clarify her vision. This is the room in Gibran's house. Apparently he's still alive.

"You're hoping to be in Heaven after sillyly trying to take lives?" said the figure, cold.

Is correct. He was Gibran, an impromptu husband whom he had not seen for almost two days.

The man stood beside the bed. His eyes drew sharply at the newly awakened Mary.

Maria gulps. No doubt he was nervous not playing. This was the second time they looked at each other after the wedding altar.

"Ko-Koko ..." - Ogre Maria hoarse.

Gibran looked away. He glanced next to her, gesturing to Marta through the glances of the eyes.

Martha who understood swiftly approached Mary. He reached out his hand, grabbed his shoulder with the intention of helping him to sit down. Then he took a glass of water in the nightstand.

"Drink first, ma'am," he said softly.

Mary received the glass and gulped it down until half was left. Occasionally his forehead is wrinkled when the pain attacks the nose and throat.

It's really uncomfortable. Moreover, his head was dizzy and heavy, as if there was a large stone that overcame him with tons of weight.

Gibran who saw it was a faint grunt. While in her place, Maria looked down not daring to look at Gibran. His hands were shaking each other nervously. Only a few days left, he had already made a mess.

But really, yesterday's events were not of his own accord. He did not expect to fall to the bottom of the pool from the second floor.

"I-I ..."

"Call the doctor to check again" Gibran interrupted.

Marta nodded obediently. "Good, Sir." Then he went out of the room. Leaving the overwhelmed Maria under Gibran's gaze.

The man looked at her flatly, expressionless as usual. Both are equally silent. Gibran never opened his voice, while Mary did not dare to speak.

Adroitly Maria ran her head towards the window. Staring at the orange sky with a bright red color.

It's exquisite. Maria was amazed and forgot Gibran's existence for a while.

Without knowing it the man looked at her. His sharp highlight seemed to be about to pierce Maria's head with a special bullet named threat.

Until shortly Marta returned with a middle-aged woman dressed in casual clothing. However, Maria could guess that the woman was the doctor Gibran had been referring to. He had a stethoscope around his neck.

Maria kept letting the doctor check on her. Her motherly roar was able to shed a little of the tension in Mary caused by Gibran.

How not, the existence of Gibran a able to freeze the entire contents of the room.

"How, Doctor?" ask Marta.

The doctor smiled. "Mrs is fine. He was shocked by falling from a height. It will soon recover."

Marta nodded, smiling with relief. "Thank God."

"It was fortunate that he was rescued as soon as he entered the water. Otherwise, the odds would be much worse than this."

"really. You saved the madam in time" said Marta.

Mary looked at the woman. What did he mean by that word just now? Mister? Who is the Master in question? A gibran? It was Gibran who saved him.

"Then I can go home, right?"

"Oh, of course. You stayed here because of our concerns. I'm sorry if our service is less pleasing to you."

The doctor smiled shadyly. "Absolutely not. I sleep comfortably here."

They came out after the doctor confirmed Maria's condition once again. This made Maria awkward again. Gibran is like a statue that just stands without making a sound.

"Why? You disappointed?" ask the man suddenly.

Maria jerks. Reflex he looked up. "Why?"

Momentary silence. The two of them throw each other face to face in their own sense. Mary frowned when she saw Gibran turning around to leave her.

Fucking weird.

"Never think of suicide here. If you want to die, at least find somewhere else," he said and left.

Whahuh?

Maria looked up, staring at Gibran's missing back swallowed by the door.

"I-I didn't intend to commit suicide. Who would want to fall like that?"

Maria's upset. Gibran could have thought narrowly and accused him of being one-sided. It turned out that the man was indeed much more annoying than he thought.

***

"Mrs, I brought you lunch."

Laura walked in with a trolley full of dishes. Maria rolled her eyes. How many times did he say not to overcook. The ends were not eaten and were thrown away.

"Mrs, this is your order. Who can we oppose?" laura said as she threw a protest.

Yes it is. This is not Maria's business. The loser is not himself, but Gibran.

After lunch Maria took the medicine. It was better than when I opened my eyes. His sense of urination began to diminish. Mary was grateful there was no sign she was going to have a fever. It can be troublesome until it falls.

"Laura."

"Yes, Madam." Laura said while cleaning the old dishes she ate.

Laura also ate because Maria forced her to.

"Ko Gibran when to come home? Didn't Miss Marta say it was two days away?"

"Yesterday morning was a bit of a mess, ma'am. Didn't the madam hear the helicopter? Exactly a moment when he entered the mansion, he suddenly appeared carrying you who were already soaked."

"You fainted then. Master said you drowned in the pool. I'm really sorry, Madam. It's all because of me. If I hadn't left Madam alone, it wouldn't have been like this. I'm really sorry, Madam." Laura sobbed with her head lowered.

Maria nodded inexhaustibly. Why was that girl crying.

"Laura. Hey ..."

"Stop crying. This isn't all your fault. It's purely my fault. You have absolutely nothing to do with that incident. I was wrong. After all, it was I myself who told you to go to the kitchen to pick up a snack."

"But I am still guilty. I left Madam too long. If only I had quickly returned, Madam would definitely not be as reckless as yesterday."

Laura said that without any burden. He did not realize that Mary's countenance had turned flat.

"Laura. Do you also think I'm doing a suicide attempt?"

He really doesn't think out. Apparently not just Gibran, but Laura as well. In any case, all the residents of this mansion assume that Mary did intend to take her own life yesterday.

Laura looked up with a puffy face. "Didn't it?"

"If I said no, would you believe me?"

Laura blinked. "It's hard to believe. Because while here the madam looks unhappy."

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