His Purpose
8. It's hard to understand

"Mrs, what are you doing here? Breakfast is ready." Laura emerged from the doorway.

Maria who was standing in front of the shelf was slightly jumped. Just be surprised, her heart.

He turned his head, "Laura, do you see the orange graded blue-covered book here? That night I wanted to read it. But there's nothing now, huh?"

"Blue cover book?"

"Yes. If it is not incorrectly titled Elegi Dusk. See her?"

Laura thought silently. "I don't know, Madam. Because the one in charge of cleaning up the library isn't me."

"So, yes .." murmured Maria. He was curious and wanted to read it.

"But even so, the servants are not allowed and no one dares to read and take books from here, Madam. Because this is Master's personal library."

That means it's most likely in Gibran's hands. Haih, so lazy. Better find another reading.

"Mrs, don't read. You haven't had breakfast nor have you taken any medicine."

"Come on, Laura. Why take medicine again," said Maria lazy.

He felt his body was fine. His strength also slowly began to recover.

"Madam, the doctor said the cure had to be spent. And also the Madam must keep eating, with or without taking medication."

Maria rolled her eyes, "Laura, have you switched professions to become a doctor's assistant? Or nurses?"

"Madam, I am indeed in charge of being a nurse during your illness."

Maria clucking. He just found out that Laura can sting this. He also breathed.

"Bring the food here" said Maria.

Laura immediately nodded. "No, Mistress. Master's been waiting for you in the dining room."

Maria's forehead wrinkled. "Ko ... Ko Gibran?" tanyanya doubt.

Laura nodded. "of course. We have no other master but him."

Also true. But, what was Gibran waiting for him in the dining room for? It's impossible just to have breakfast together, right?

Because Laura did not stop forcing, inevitably Maria also came out of the library. He went there to avoid Gibran. It's good that the man has accused him of being tired of living.

Arriving in the dining room, he found Gibran sitting reading a newspaper. In front of him was a cup of black coffee and a croissant. Unlike before, the dining table is currently not too full and there are only a few dishes.

Good thing, if too much instead of wanting to eat, Maria was already full just by looking at it.

"What's wrong?" maria asked quietly after a while just shut up. He sat himself before Gibran.

Before this he had wanted to curse, but after meeting in person even became intimidated. Gibran was silent and did nothing. Her aura really made Maria squeak.

Gibran folded the newspaper in his hand. Then grab a cup of coffee and sip it slowly. The man looked up, making Maria unable to be aghast by his sharp eyes.

Can the man soften his gaze a little? Maria feels like she's dealing with a hit man.

"Laura says you're not comfortable with her room." Gibran said while staring flatly.

Mary opened her mouth, but a moment later she closed it again. Basic Laura. He said he liked blue more than red. But the girl had complained something. Just embarrass me.

"Bu-not like that. The room is very comfortable. I just don't like the color mix. That's all."

Gibran nodded. His body rests on the back of the chair. His arms are crossed over his stomach. For a moment he glanced at the clock circling his hand.

"I've contacted the interior designer. Maybe in a few hours they come" he said immediately.

And Gibran just raised an expressionless eyebrow. God, how could anyone stand that face? While itself too often surprises people.

Interior designers, he says? Maria even just said the color problem to Laura yesterday. It was a bit past and not so serious.

Actually, what did Laura say until Gibran immediately moved quickly like this? Mary should be more careful in speaking. It can be troublesome if the joke is taken seriously.

Gibran stood up from his chair. It made Maria sober up and reflexes looked up.

"Where is Gibran going?" ask him unconsciously.

He immediately grimaced softly hitting his sassy mouth. But unexpectedly Gibran answered.

"To office. You just wait for them to come. No need to worry, Marta will accompany you," said the man then sauntered with elegant steps. Leaving the grimacing Mary in her place without knowing what kind of response to give.

"Mrs, are you okay?" ask a servant who is not far from there.

"Ac..haha. Ja. Sure do. I'm fine." There was nothing more crisp than his words now.

Mary ate her breakfast half daydreaming. How not, the aura of Gibran is still left behind even in solitude. Makes Maria feel watched even though the man is gone.

Where's Gibran's office?

***

"Do you want to overhaul the overall design of this room?"

Maria shut up for a moment. He looked around his room with a glance. As Gibran said, a few hours later two people from the interior designer service arrived at the residence. Both of them were handsome young men. Although not as handsome as her husband, anyway.

Oh, my God, it looks like Maria's brain is getting stuck out.

"It doesn't need everything. The position of the goods is right. It's just that I want to change the red color scattered on some sides. And if you can, also include ornamental plants to add beauty, huh?"

"I want this room to look fresher" continued Maria.

"Well, we will try hard to realize your wishes. And we make sure, this room will turn out much more beautiful than you can imagine."

Maria nodded. "I leave everything to you then. Ah, please drink the tea."

"Thank you, Madam."

Moments later Maria sighed, laying her body on the bed. It meets the ceiling with a gilt. The designers had already gone in between Marta in the future.

What has he done? Make his room comfortable, as if Mary would stay here a long time.

But Gibran himself brought those people. Maria could what if the host had already acted. It is like an outsider who has no right to refuse.

"Madam, the spa room is ready. Come on, didn't you just say you wanted a massage?"

'Jeez .. I just asked you to massage my legs. Not my whole body ..' Mary screams in my heart.

His legs were a little sore because they stood up for too long and walked to and fro. He forgot, he shouldn't have complained to Laura. Because that girl would definitely respond to him excessively.

"Laura, why don't you just send me a wheelchair so I don't have to walk?"

Laura blinked innocently. "You need it?"

"MORAL ...!!!" erang Maria is upset.

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