His Purpose
71. Bagas and His Reality

"Jiang, Ma'am ..."

"Jiang ..." Maria smile.

Some of Gibran's colleagues, who knew Maria, greeted her politely.

Today Maria returned to visit the project to deliver lunch to Gibran. But for almost half an hour Gibran has not yet seen the trunk of his nose. Though the male colleagues had already been milling out the project.

"Which shop, huh? It's not usually that she's letting me wait this long."

Amidst his worries, suddenly Bagas came. The man stood in the way of Mary's attention in search of her husband.

"Hey?"

Maria flinched, she looked up. "Eh? Mr ..."

"Bagas." The man reached out his hand to shake his hand. His smile was wide staring at Maria.

Maria got clumsy herself being stared at like that. Wow, that's really Laura. He's made people's children baper. How's this. True Gibran said, surely because of lunch yesterday Bagas became interested in him.

You weak man. Just being given attention just like that already felt flying. How about more? Mary didn't really want to give him lunch.

Mary is not a woman who understands nothing. From the look in Bagas' eyes he already knew the man was looking at him unusual.

"Eh, yes, Mr. Bagas, hehe ..."

Maria returned Bagas' hand. Just for a moment, even he was just a little bit of a pinch on the man's fingers at a glance.

Bagas smiled, "You're waiting for Mr Gibran?"

Maria grimaces awkwardly. What did that man mean to approach her? There's no way she wants to tease Maria blatantly, right? In a place where Gibran is? Search dead indeed.

"Haha ... Aye." Yeah." Maria doesn't know what to do but nod.

It's his fault that he let Laura act arbitrarily. It is itself difficult.

"While waiting, can we talk for a minute?"

"Huh? Oh, bo-get."

Oh my God, my God ... What do people want, anyway? Please tell Maria how to resist subtly.

Maria moved awkwardly in her chair, her eyes circling to look for Gibran's whereabouts, turning on a hand-held fan which she then brought close to her neck. The weather was very hot this afternoon, and Maria was stupid to wait at a table that only had umbrellas.

He also regretted keeping Laura away. Know this mending he waited for Gibran in the car only.

Bagas sat before Mary. The man put his hand on the table. For a moment he glanced at the lunch box there, no doubt his lips immediately turned to smile.

"You are attention. Exactly what your father said."

Hearing that Maria kept turning her head, "Pak Bagas .. know my Papa?"

Bagas smiled, he nodded with a friendly look. This bagas is a type of gentle gentle man who highly upholds manners. He has his own charisma that can make someone feel comfortable around him. Of course Mary was not included, she was even agitated for fear Gibran misunderstood.

Maria gawked a little unexpectedly. For what reason did Bagas know his papa?

"You may remember the matchmaking a few years ago? You refused because you had a choice."

Maria gnashing. Wait a minute, what is this?

"really. The man you rejected was me" continued Bagas complete with his trademark smile.

"I had heard of that person from the Wiranata family. It was unexpected that it was Mr. Gibran. And now that we meet in person, I know how the figure of Pak Rayan's daughter who used to make me curious. It was as pretty as it was said."

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm impressed. But I don't have any intention. I just want to say hello to you. And if we're lucky ... maybe we can be friends?"

Maria was still riveted with a slight look of shock. Is this what the world means just as wide as moringa leaves? Why is there such a coincidence?

"Oh ... Haha ... I see, huh?" That was the only response Maria could give. He did not know how to respond to Bagas's statement which was quite surprising.

Suddenly the fan around his neck seemed to lose function. How not, since that tiny thing blew the wind around her neck, but why was Mary's neck still sweating?

Duh, where is Koko going?

"Please do not hesitate just because of this fact. If one day we meet again, I hope we can still greet each other well."

"Yes, of course ..."

Bagas smiled. They were silent for a while until Mary captured Gibran's presence with Morena. The lips that were about to fall suddenly were replaced by an unhappy look.

Maria took her fan down from the neck. Bagas, who noticed the change in Mary's countenance, turned his head. He soon understood when he saw Gibran and Morena approaching.

Not much different from Maria, Gibran's eyes glared sharply when he looked at Bagas. Bagas replied to that with a calm smile. He got up with the intention of getting out of there immediately.

"Because Mr. Gibran has come, then I'm leaving. It's nice to talk to you for a while. Come, Miss Mary, Mr. Gibran." Bagas gave a slight nod before actually waltzing from there.

Morena did the same and quickly followed Bagas leaving the husband and wife tension.

Mary was still frowning as Gibran stood before her. The man glanced at the dining box on the table then snorted. He stepped into the chair beside Mary, folding his arms with his legs crossed as usual.

"A pleasant conversation?" Gibran asked the circus, repeating a bit what Bagas said.

Maria did not answer, but the woman still threw away her face.

"You look so familiar" Gibran continued.

"Coko was familiar with that woman too." Finally Maria looked. But his look was not friendly.

Maria jealous.

Gibran looked into the wife's eyes intently. "You're so sexy when you're angry" she chirped immediately, and didn't connect at all.

Maria again threw her gaze in the other direction, "Basic is not sane," he murmured.

The corner of Gibran's lips lifted up looking at the red hue that suddenly appeared on Maria's cheeks. He lifted his fingers and stroked slowly there.

"What's up, Plum? You jealous? Nervous? Your face is red, dear."

Maria brushed off Gibran's hand, trying to be expensive even though she was actually happy because Gibran rarely behaved like this.

"This is because the weather is so hot. Because Koko was too cool with the Smell Flies, I had to wait a long time. It's so hot, too," ketus Maria. He brought the fan closer to his neck to reinforce the reason.

Gibran spoke no more, he took over the fan and held it with his elbow resting on the table. Gibran's position was facing Mary.

Of course Maria is not playing the prayer in such a way. He tried to avoid the hunch of Gibran's eyes that often drown.

"We're looking for somewhere else. It's hot in here" said the man.

On the other hand, Bagas thanked Morena. "Thanks, you're ready to hold Gibran. I can talk to Maria."

Morena snorted, "I just pity seeing you who's like a sadboy."