His Purpose
72. Fact in Past

Maria opened her eyes. He looked back and frowned when he could not find Gibran beside him. The woman lifts her back from the surface of the bed, raises the blanket to cover her innocent body that was not wearing clothes.

His head was flowing into a whole room. There was no sign of Gibran. Where's the guy going?

Maria glanced at the clock that showed at 1am. He was silent for a moment before lowering his foot on the floor. Mary opened the bathroom door and called out Gibran's name, but there was no word from there.

Maria closed the door again, thinking. Where's her husband at night like this?

Maria glanced down the floor looking for clothes, but she was made to snort to find the tangled lingerie that had stretched here and there. He came closer to the closet and shifted the door, then took a satin kimono and put it on directly without bothering to wear a bra and such.

For a long time he just stood still and kept breathing. The room was brightly lit, which meant Gibran was indeed out. The man knew Mary was afraid of the dark. As if it were customary, Gibran must have turned on the lights when he was about to leave Mary.

Elsewhere, Bagas staggered to rub his forced-awakened eyes. I don't know which madman knocks on the door at a clock like this.

"Attent ..." he said lazily as the beat became more intense.

Clamps.

Bagas was silent when he managed to open the door. His roar turned serious as the drowsiness slowly disappeared.

"Sir Gibran?"

He lifts the body. "You ..."

Buk up!

Bagas had not finished speaking, a punch dropped by the side of his face.

Gibran entered slowly, staring expressionlessly at Bagas who now seemed surprised to hold his jaw with a ringing.

Gibran kicked the door behind him. He then approached Bagas who had suddenly retreated with an incomprehensible look.

"Attent. Mr Gibran, what is this? Why did you suddenly attack me?"

"What do you mean, approaching my wife?" Gibran's aura looked gripping.

Secretly Bagas swallowed his saliva. He glanced at the door behind Gibran which was tightly shut. It is unlikely that others will see them.

Bagas straightened his body trying to be calm. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

Gibran snorted, "You want to act like a fool."

Gibran drew nearer, "I remind you to stop, or you will never suspect the consequences" he whispered sharply.

Silent. Long both of them were silent, until when Gibran turned around to come out, Bagas suddenly laughed while holding his stomach.

"So this is how you throw the men out? Maria. You got him dumped many times." Bagas looked up, the corner of his lips grinning at Gibran who was slowly turning his head.

There is no friendly look that has always been his trademark. Bagas seemed to change in an instant.

"I know everything."

"I know all about you."

"About your past and Mary's. I know everything, hahaha ..."

Gibran's eyes drew flat, as if unaffected by Bagas' shocking statement. He wondered who Bagas really was. Why would Gibran miss something so small.

Bagas leaned his side against the wall. He smiled triumphantly at Gibran who looked unflattered.

"How does Maria feel when she finds out who you really are? Ah .. I'm also curious about her reaction if she knew what you did to Gabriel before."

Silence stretches behind the condemnation of both. Gibran wants Bagas equally undaunted by each other. Leisurely Gibran turned his body facing completely at the man.

"Secretly you put a third person in their relationship."

"With purpose you made your sister cheat on another woman until she finally left Maria, as you expected."

"Am I right?" Bagas smiled obliquely.

Instead of answering, Gibran asked, "What do you want?" His voice sounded without ripples.

"My mother? I don't know. I'm just glad Maria finally got away from you."

"Maybe Om Rayan failed with his mission with Jesi, because the woman was too stupid," Bagas snorted.

Not long after Gibran nodded, "So you're Old Man's man. I can understand."

Gibran glanced at the clock in Bagas' room, it had been almost an hour he had left Maria. He turned around, "Tell my in-laws, as much as he wanted to separate us, as much as I wanted to ensnare his daughter."

Gibran opened the door, but Bagas's exclamation riveted his body.

"You have already confirmed Mary's sin!"

Bagas' breathing was irregular when he said that.

"You impregnated him. You depressed him to the point of losing his dream of going to college in New York!"

Gibran. There was no reaction from the man. However, no one knew how hard his heart beat was at the moment.

Gibran stepped out regardless of Bagas's shout behind him. His feet swung firmly into the elevator, just as the double door was closed, Gibran could see the shadow of his hardened face there.

Slowly, without being asked a twisting shadow filled his or her attention.

I'm pregnant.

Gibran was glued to read a message that came in on his phone. He was silent for a long time. His voice was unpredictable when he finally turned to look at the large window that displayed a panoramic view of New York City.

Shortly after, someone came in to him. "Your grandfather took care of everything. You can continue S2 in Switzerland. In a few days we'll be off to see your campus."

Gibran did not answer. He looked pensive with an empty look.

"What's wrong? Why don't you look excited? Isn't it your dream to go to college there?" Sandra asked confusedly.

Gibran was still in his place. He breathed, "Yes already. Mama knows you may be heavy because it is still plagued by the euphoria of the American atmosphere. You might find some differences there. So, please spend as much of your time here as possible."

Sandra turned out of Gibran's room.

A few days later ...

"Senior!"

"Senior wait!"

A girl chased after him and grabbed his arm from behind. The girl gasped when Gibran finally stopped. He looked up at Gibran with his beautiful face. His voice looked worried and worried.

"Senior, why didn't you return my message yesterday? I know I might be presumptuous to ask for your number without permission. But, this is very important. We need to talk."

Gibran turned his head for a moment with a flat face. "I'm busy."

After that he walked back to take off the girl's grip on him.

The girl did not give up, she continued to chase after Gibran and managed to grab his hand back. "But I'm pregnant!"

"What am I supposed to do? What would happen if people found out about this?"

"Senior, please listen. Don't you care about our son!"

Gibran stop. Again, he looked up with a flat look. "Then throw it out."

Silent. A sense of shock overshadowed that pure innocent face. His eyes glistened with a surprised look. "A-What? Wh-Why?"

"Because it's going to be troublesome. You want me, we're still both trying to reach our goals."

"just drop. That's my advice."

After that Gibran continued his delayed steps, leaving the girl who seemed so shaken.

"Why should it be so ..."

"Senior!"

The girl was chasing after Gibran, who had now crossed the road. Gibran ignored him continuing to step without even a second looking back.

Until ...

Braaakk ...!!!

The sound of the impact so loud managed to attract the entire attention of the occupants of the road. The screams of the people and the earthy horn triggered a riot around him.

Gibran. Slowly he turned around with his breath beginning to shake. His eyes were looking for someone. And not far from where he stood, a girl lay covered in blood in the middle of the road.

People began to gather around him. While in front of Gibran, a container truck stopped with the roar of the engine still on.

Some time called out banging on the steering door of the big car. Police sirens began to be heard in the distance. And faintly, Gibran heard the voice of a female scream that was followed by an uproar.

"She's pregnant! She's pregnant!!!"

Gibran trembled on the spot, his face looking dazed. Slowly his legs swung close to the scene, and his breathing was instantly congested when he saw blood seep out from between the girl's thighs.

In the shade of the sky that began to turn yellow, as well as red sparks soaked the asphalt, both of them witnessed the loss of a life that had not even seen the world.

Gibran was stunned with a stifled breath, he staggered out through the open elevator door. His body trembled and limp, even his eyes were empty without direction.

The man stumbled against the wall, he leaned back there with his face drenched in sweat. He gulped like a lump of stone, and before long, a soft sob accompanied the tremors on his shoulder.

"Mrs ..."

"Papa—"

Gibran was unable to continue his sentence. His hand lifted squeezing the chest that felt pain, even though his breath was overwhelmed.

In that lonely passageway, a Gibran Wiranata was crying over his past.