His Purpose
76. Imagination

"Why didn't Koko wake me up? I didn't shower all day." Maria scowled, occasionally she kissed her body which gave off an unpleasant smell.

Where last night slept in Gibran's arms, that man must be uncomfortable with his scent. Maria is ashamed. Suddenly his confidence dropped in front of Gibran.

"You look good."

In fact, Gibran did not want to wake up, from the afternoon and when the doctor did the examination also Gibran had time to reprimand the woman. But it is Mary who sleeps like a dead man, or indeed the woman does not want to be separated from him. Nick has trouble moving Maria.

"Yes at least Koko told me to move. Must have been aching all night hugging me. Aye, right?" maria asked sadly.

Mary was supposed to take care of Gibran, but she was troublesome.

"No. I'm fine" Gibran said a little indifferently. The man was reading the graph on his tablet.

Mary manyun. He stomped into the bathroom after previously carrying a change of clothes. Gibran diverted his attention from the tablet, glancing at the now closed door swallowing the wife.

He snorted and then shook his head in amusement. Either just the feeling alone or indeed Maria is getting more and more spoiled.

Nick entered the room and saluted. He approached asking something, "Master, do I need to follow up on Bagas?"

Gibran was still focused on researching stock movements as he replied, "No need."

"But ..."

"Leave it. We'll be out of here soon."

Indeed, their time in Papua is only a day away.

"What if he says a no-no to Madam?"

For a moment Gibran looked pensive. "Maybe it's time he found out" he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

It doesn't seem to matter, but Nick believes Gibran is also feeling restless.

"Wouldn't it be very dangerous if Madam knew this sooner? Memory—"

"Know what?"

They were startled by Maria's sudden voice. The woman poked her head between the open bathroom door.

"Koko, can you come here for a second?" great-grandson Maria accompanied by ringisan.

Gibran. Although surprised, he still got out of bed while taking his infusion bag without a pole. Gibran walked over to the bathroom door. "What's wrong?"

Instead of answering, Mary pulled him inside. Seeing that, Nick became his own rage. The man cleared his throat and decided to get out of Gibran's room.

"Geez, they're not gonna do it here, are they?"

Inevitably Nick so think the no-no.

Inversely with the actual event. Maria dragged Gibran to the water, showing him the faucet and shower hanging there.

"Koko, this is why there's no water?" whinek Maria while twirling the tap handle.

Gibran's forehead wrinkled, "Time? Try moving aside."

Maria got out of the way and let Gibran check. He hopes to worry because it has actually been kebelet want to wash themselves. Different from the area where the Gibran Mansion lives, Maria is less at home because it turns out the air here is quite arid.

Maria so long for the coolness of the house of Gibran that every day there is always a fresh wind, already fragrant. Yes, although she must always wear a coat so as not to be cold, but Maria felt since living there her skin looks much younger.

Or is it just a suggestion? Looks like coming home from here Maria should get treatment right away. He felt his skin slightly darkened because it was often hot.

Especially yesterday, so willing to stop crying, Maria recklessly sat in the hot sun for quite a long time. And amazingly until now he has not taken a shower.

I don't know what Gibran did, which obviously not long after the splash of water was pouring out of the shower.

"I'll have Nick protest at the hospital. The president's classroom is like this? The faucet's ugly."

Mary silently clucked in her heart. It's ugly compared to the tap in Gibran's house. The quality and price are also very different.

"Please ... Koko is great at doing anything. I feel so lucky to have a husband like Koko. Hihi~"

Gibran snorted out a laugh. He rubbed Mary's head before leaving. Ignoring Mary who was unable to blink with a heart beat crazily.

"Coko is sick, she hasn't taken a shower. But, for some reason he remained fragrant and handsome" whispered Maria as she felt his newly touched hair.

"I'll be jealous."

Maria snorted her nose as she smelled her armpits. His tongue poked out like he was about to vomit.

"My deodorant is less expensive" he said.

Maria started undressing until her body was plain. He stood under the shower singing quietly. His eyes closed enjoying the freshness of the water that flushes his hair to his feet.

The smell of soap fills the sense of smell. And unfortunately, he even imagined Gibran as well as his touch that cradled.

Jesus, was he just excited?

"Haish! Keep away from you, perverted devil! Hush, hush!"

Just be right. Gibran was sick, when Mary was thinking indecently.

As Maria tiptoes to reach for the shower above, it accidentally falls on her head. "Aw!"

Mary let out a small scream rubbing the stumbling part. He grimaced with pain that might seem trivial.

Suddenly he fell silent. A foreign memory passed without asking.

Maria saw the exact same raindrop as the flowing shower. Then, a man with a blue umbrella appeared next to him. His jaw was firm with a flat lip line.

Maria recalled, at that moment her heart was racing smelling an intoxicating masculine scent. Mary looked at the man for a long time. Until the man turned his head and handed his umbrella to Maria, Maria still could not see her face clearly.

All Maria knew was that the man went through the rain with the backpack he was using to protect his head.

Mary's mouth opened to call the man. He did not know what was coming out of his mouth. This made Maria frown at once curious.

"Plums?"

Geck, tok, tok.

"Plum, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Gibran's voice out there managed to pull Maria from the alien's shadow. He was stunned, for a moment he could only silently stare blankly at the ceramic wall in front of him.

"Plums?"

"L-yes! I'm fine!" reply Mary exclaims.

Gibran no longer knocks. Perhaps the man had gone back to his bed and lay there. Unlike Maria who was still fluttering on the spot. He squeezed the shower in his hand, before continuing his bath and trying to ignore the incident just now.

What was that?

But his heart was still wondering. The shadow, the rain, the umbrella, and the man. The three continued to float over Maria's head.

Just as he came out of the bathroom, Gibran who was apparently still standing in front of the door immediately turned to face him. His eyes went up and down observing Mary who was fully clothed.

"Really, are you okay? You screamed. What's up?" tanyanya.

Mary silently did not answer. Instead of opening his voice, he looked up at Gibran's jawline which inexplicably reminded him of the man in the shadow.