His Purpose
70. The Happiness Pair

Morena moved awkwardly in her seat. Just across the table, Gibran was leaning against the screen. While in front, Bagas is presenting a tour project that is currently underway.

There is little change caused by environmental conditions and so on. Therefore this impromptu meeting will not want to be done.

However, the participants of the meeting were a little surprised by the tension between Gibran and Bagas. Especially Gibran who had since seemed to deliberately suppress the man before him. He relentlessly threw questions that made Bagas cornered and overwhelmed. Even his eyes did not come off staring at Bagas sharply.

Gibran seemed to hold a grudge against one of his coworkers.

"How confident are you with the prevention of that risk. Can you guarantee its safety?"

The corners of the lips of Bagas twitch bland. He was not insensitive to what Gibran was doing. Obviously the man was trying to humiliate her.

"Of course, Mr. Gibran. I will bear all the losses if this strategy fails." Bagas replied confidently and firmly.

Gibran nodded. "Okay, that's enough. Today's meeting is over. Mr. Bagas holds all the risk responsibilities that can happen at any time. Isn't that right, Mr Bagas?"

"true."

"alright. Our meeting ends here."

For a moment Gibran circulated his gaze to all the members of the meeting. He then got up to button his suit, then sauntered and let Nick clean his dossier on the table.

Gibran came out and fell silent as he found Maria sitting on the edge of the window. It seemed like the woman was catching up and waiting for him there.

Gibran had promised to accompany him for a walk. Fortunately today's schedule is not so crowded, so he can muffle Maria's annoyance that will surely sulk if again he refuses.

"It's been a while?" Gibran approached Maria.

The woman turned her head and immediately smiled seeing his whereabouts.

Mary shook her head, "There's not even half an hour. Nick told me the approximate time for his meeting, hehe."

Gibran nodded, he grabbed Maria's arm, helped the woman up and invited her to start moving from there.

It was with pleasure that Mary got up and embraced Gibran's arm spoiled. His lips were endlessly carving out a smile, even as his eyes gushed out full of excitement. Finally after all the persuasion he could drag Gibran both streets.

Amidst the joy of her heart, suddenly Mary's eyes caught a figure who had been staring fixedly at her. As Maria fell silent, her smile slowly receded changing into a strange and awkward expression.

Maria's forehead was slightly wrinkled, she had a glance down to make sure her appearance was fine.

There's nothing wrong. So why does the man keep looking at him?

Suddenly Mary remembered something. Yesterday Laura said she gave her lunch to a handsome man. That was probably the man in question.

What's-her-name? Gibran also talked about it yesterday.

A milkyo? Darma?

"Why did you see Bagas?"

The sharp whispers coming from Gibran managed to make Mary aware. Oh ... So his name is Bagas?

Maria grimaces. Pimply. Seeing Gibran's stiffened look, Maria was sure the man was holding back.

"Who saw him? I wonder why that guy saw me."

Gibran snorted, "That's because you gave him lunch yesterday."

Maria scowled, "It wasn't me, Laura gave it."

Looking at Gibran, Mary continued. "I'm upset that Koko is with another woman. So .. yes so. I told Laura to throw away that lunch. Uh, she knows she loves other people."

"That's it. Why should we talk about him? Don't we want to go for a walk? Not because of this Koko cancels the plan, yes," said Maria.

Mary put her hand on the man's arm. "Coko don't do that ... I'm not guilty. If you want to blame someone, blame Laura. Why would he give lunch to that man."

"Come ... Even though last night Koko was satisfied with my game. Now it's Koko's turn to be satisfied I shop. Yes ...?"

Maria flinched trying to seduce Gibran. "We'll try somewhere else later" he whispered sensually.

Gibran snorted turning his attenuation in the other direction. Inevitably Maria's offer was indeed quite evocative of his desire.

"OK," Gibran agreed.

Maria cheered small. He dragged Gibran to walk faster into the car. Without them noticing, Bagas still focused his attention on Maria. The corner of the man's lips twitched slightly forming a smile.

"It turns out his attitude is indeed that blanket."

Suddenly Morena appeared and stood beside Bagas. The woman scuttered away the snoring. "Waw ... What is this? Are you interested in someone's wife? Pretty brave too, yeah."

Bagas turned his head raising his eyebrows asking, "Why? We are free to like anyone."

Again Morena snorted, the corner of her lips twitching obliquely. "I remind you before you regret it. Gibran is not an easily overcome figure, nor is his wife. They're both crazy."

How not, Morena still clearly remembers the live broadcast last night that she was sure Maria deliberately showed her.

Because he had caught a grin as well as a glint of Mary that seemed to mock Morena who was then silent like a statue.

Maria even confidently displayed her naked body that Gibran was peppering with. In just one look Morena could tell that Gibran had indeed been beguiled and completely controlled by Mary.

That means, whatever concerns the woman is a priority for Gibran. And Morena was certain Gibran would not let anyone touch or even get close to his.

Bagas Included.

Morena looked again at Bagas. He patted the man's shoulder as a form of sympathy, because according to Morena Bagas would not be okay if still desperate to keep the interest in Maria.

***

Maria pressed the camera button that had been set using a timer, then quickly ran over to Gibran.

"Shop, look there," he said, turning Gibran's head to the phone he stood on with the help of a tripod booty from Nick.

Gibran frowned, "What are you doing?"

Maria clucked, "Of course take a picture. We don't have any photos yet. Marriage pictures are so stiff and ugly."

Gibran snorted, he refused to see the camera and instead fled his gaze around the cliff that presented a view of the open sea. Maria did not take to the Mall, because she said the stuff there was boring.

Gibran just follow what the woman wants, after all he is not so happy to be in a shopping center, let alone escort women hunting goods, it will take a long time.

"Coko, uh! Look there ..."

"No way."

"Don't tell me Koko's anti-camera? Koko must die of style if you take a picture?" guess Maria.

The man ignored and instead focused on looking at the sea. Maria thinks. This is a great opportunity that I love to miss.

Finally Maria again set her phone and ran to the side of Gibran who now stands back to back with both hands sinking in his pocket.

Just as the count of the two Marys on her tiptoes and lightening Gibran's cheeks. The intimate portrait was successfully immortalized, along with other portraits such as when Mary smiled broadly at Gibran, as well as a number of poses that were taken candidly.

In some of the photos, there is a moment where Gibran looks gently at Mary who is laughing.

Without Mary knowing Gibran wondered in his heart. Could it be that Mary could laugh this wide if she knew who Gibran really was.