His Purpose
75. Affection

"Where have you been?"

The question was raised as Maria entered Gibran's ward. Maria lifted her head, finding the man sitting on the sofa while reading the magazine that she had thrown this afternoon.

And again, the man had reused the patient's pajamas as well as infusions in the hands. Maybe there was a doctor when Maria wasn't around.

Maria scatters her nose which is still a little wet to make a sound. It's no mistake that she just finished crying not too long ago.

Gibran kept his magazine and focused on looking at Maria. While Maria, she avoids Gibran's gaze and melengos intend to go to the bathroom to wash her face.

But as soon as he answered, "Park."

Maria's feet stopped as she passed the nightstand. He glanced at Gibran's lunch tray that was still intact untouched, even though it was already afternoon.

"Coko hasn't eaten yet?" Mary could not help herself to ask.

"Wait for you."

Gibran's law immediately made Mary look over. The man beckoned for Maria to come closer.

Although her face looked cloudy, Mary still complied and slowly swung her legs. Arriving in front of Gibran, the man pulled him gently to sit between his open thighs.

Gibran raised his free hand rubbing Mary's cheek, wiping away the dried up tear marks there.

The man breathed. His hands hugged Mary's waist, and his chin rested on her shoulder.

"Sorry" he whispered with his eyes closed.

"Sorry to worry you."

"I'm fine."

"Don't cry anymore. I don't like to see it."

Gibran broke free and turned Mary's body to face him.

"I don't like to see this swell up" Gibran said, touching his thumb on Maria's eyelid, rubbing it slowly before then tucking it.

"It's red too." He touched Mary's nose, gave a kiss there.

Finally Gibran kissed Mary's lips. Getting such treatment, Maria even more wanted to cry. He was back in front of Gibran. Trouble Mary stopped her crying in the garden, now her defense collapsed again only to be treated gently by Gibran.

Some say, if someone is acting strange and not as usual, it means that the person wants to die.

Kontan Maria is crying. He was like a child who felt threatened by something frightening. Gibran who found it then frowned. He was also told not to cry.

"Plums?"

"Hiks ..."

"Why?" Gibran got rid of Maria's limp hair. Feeling the head of the wife being much warmer than usual, Gibran asked. "You hot?"

Is correct. The warmth that Gibran felt was like the warmth that had just been exposed to the hot air. He could also smell the sun from Mary.

"The plum? Hey?" Gibran grabbed Mary's face so that she would look at him.

"Shhtt .. don't cry anymore. I don't know what you're doing outside sweating like this."

"That's enough. If you keep this up, not only am I sick, you can also get sick."

"If you get sick who will take care of me? I can't possibly ask for a nurse while my own wife is seriously jealous."

Usually Mary would reply to Gibran, but this time no, the woman was just getting frowned upon as if it was difficult to appease.

Eventually Gibran decided to shut up, letting and observing without a sound. The more she spoke, the harder it was for Mary to stop her crying.

I don't know how long they've been silent. The atmosphere of the room was only filled by the sobs of the Maria sedan which slowly began to subside. Occasionally Gibran rubbed Mary's head, wiping away the sweat that flooded her forehead.

Maria squeezes Gibran's waist out channeling her uneasiness. He scratched his face, rubbing Gibran's clothes wet. Gibran let it all go without protest. He knew Maria needed an impingement.

"I don't want Koko to go .." said Maria Parau. "Don't leave me .. hiks, I'm afraid of myself."

Gibran clasped his arms, rubbing Mary's back as gently as possible. "I'm right here. I'm not meeting."

Gibran did not know, what Mary meant to go had a different meaning.

Maria did not make a sound, but her body was still softened. Gibran straightened Mary's legs until she pressed her thighs, massaging her gently until she felt Mary's head tighten.

The woman is sleeping. For a moment Gibran glanced at his one hand that was fitted with an infusion, clearly he could not carry Mary in such a condition.

He also clucked and pulled the infusion hose off. It was installed just a moment ago. Gibran moved Maria and laid her on the patient's bed, then climbed up and lay on his side.

His head rested on his elbows, staring at Mary with a fixed gaze while occasionally wiping the child's hair that stuck because of sweat. The highlight dimmed with a stifled breath. Gibran kissed Mary's forehead long before then dropping her head on the same pillow.

Suddenly a shadow flashed.

"Senior, no! Aakkkhh .. sakiitt .. mmphh ..."

"I can't hold this. Ahbh ... Goddamnit!" A swipe came out as his body stomped roughly.

Gibran's eyes were tightly closed. He hugged Mary and buried his face behind her hair.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered as smooth as the wind.

***

That evening Gibran's nursery was filled with swerving coworkers. Nick seemed confused about what to do when he saw Maria was still sound beside Gibran.

This reminded Nick of the day the woman was taken to the mansion. Just like now, Mary slept like a dead person who was not even bothered by any noise.

"A-Anu, Sir. Do I need to move Madam?"

Gibran looked at Maria for a moment, thinking about Nick's offer just now. Although he did not like the woman to be touched by another man, but how else, the situation and conditions required him to move Maria.

"Yes, be careful. Don't let him wake up."

"Master forgot, huh? Madam if you sleep won't wake up even if there's a rainstorm."

Gibran grunting. No doubt that fact made him ticklish. Indeed Mary a little strange, there are times when the woman slept so soundly that it could not be awakened, but sometimes Mary also easily woke up in certain conditions.

When Nick managed to lift a little Mary's body, the woman actually toppled herself and re-cuddled hugging Gibran. Kontan Gibran's assistant was flabbergasted.

"Gosh," he murmured in disbelief.

He tried once again but the results remained the same, Maria reluctantly separated from the husband who now also looked at him in wonder.

"Sir, is Madam really asleep?" Nick suddenly doubted this.

A curious Gibran grabbed Maria's head, looking at her closed face with her mouth slightly open.

"Sleep" he answered Nick's question.

Nick scratched his head, "Lantas, why is he so hard to move?"

Gibran did not say, he was surprised by it.

"Let it be like this" she broke.

The man apologized to all his colleagues who came to visit, whether it was from the same project or who happened to be in Papua.

They also understand. Instead of being upset, someone just interrupted, "Mrs Wiranata turned out to be this funny, yes. She could not escape her husband while asleep. Hahaha ..."

While among those people, Bagas snorted while turning his eyes. The man had a friendly face on anyone, but no one knew how much he hated Gibran.