His Purpose
81. The Voyage (Go to New York)

One month later, the relationship between the two is getting closer despite still living in separate rooms. Maria was reluctant to leave the new room because she was already comfortable there. After all, it took months to renovate the room. It would have been a waste if in the end he moved to Gibran's room which he thought was very gloomy.

Maria did not like the dark feel of her husband's private room. The dim light with a luxurious black glint gave Maria goosebumps as if she was in the death chamber. Similar to the mafia rooms that Maria often sees in Hollywood movies.

However, Mary herself did not believe that was where their hot relationship began.

Although he and Gibran make love almost every day, in fact it is still not enough to know Gibran as a whole. But, strangely, Mary felt right and right beside the man, as if that was where Mary should have been.

Maria felt comfortable which can be said to be familiar. I don't know when he experienced this feeling, a sense of dust that overflows to sometimes make him weak helpless. Because Maria's heart was beating, she almost thought it was a disease that required her to consult a specialist.

Mary felt that she was completely dependent on Gibran. His existence affected Maria every time. He can not calm down if he has not seen the goods for a day.

Perhaps, the foreign message he accidentally read was one of the many triggers of anxiety that Maria experienced.

As of now, Gibran had suddenly expressed plans to go to New York. Along with Nick the assistant, the man seemed to be in a hurry to pack clothes. I don't know what made her so anxious, but Mary could see the one anxiety Gibran was trying to hide.

Is this about work? Or is there something else so bad?

"Why can't I come?" frowning Maria who is now sitting on the sofa of the wardrobe room table.

Gibran was busy sorting suits and other clothes into suitcases. The man switched on the watch drawer and picked up some. In fact, without this hassle Maria knew Gibran was much more than able to afford his preparations without having to bother packing.

"I won't focus if you come along" Gibran said, closing his briefcase.

Mary's face grew cloudy. He spoke no more and chose to observe Gibran in silence. Free, from now on he had whined to come along, but the man did not budge.

Actually Maria was also surprised, why she became excessive about anything that concerns Gibran. Since returning home from Papua Maria seems paranoid about whatever the man did.

Maria was well aware that her feelings for her husband could not be considered ordinary. The thing that made his heart muddle with an uncertain fear. Not without reason, because every time he dropped a heart on someone, God actually wants another by taking away all the flavors that he has knitted.

Mary was afraid that if she had been frank Gibran would have gone as well as the others.

"I promise I won't interfere. It's okay if Koko wants to lock me up in a hotel room."

Maria seriously said that, but in contrast to Gibran who immediately grinned at Maria's proposal. "You mean you've started opium with my touch?"

Maria clucked while stomping her feet. His lips were pursed to the idea of Gibran who seemed confident.

Seeing this, Gibran could not resist the urge to bite the lips of Mary, making the woman immediately move away and slap her jaw slowly which was more impressed like an elusan.

Gibran chuckled, he lightened Mary's lips as he stared at her murky look. "I'll be back soon."

"Promise?"

"Hem."

"How long?"

Gibran was silent for a long time. This made Mary's doubts even stronger. Gibran took Mary's hand, dyed her fingers against her cheek.

"It won't be long."

Maria flinched in disbelief.

"Plums?"

Silent. Either it's just a feeling or indeed Maria is getting more and more sensitive. Gibran found some differences in Mary's attitude. The woman becomes much more welcome to him, even tends to show a spoiled nature and leave a passive nature that was previously lodged in the beginning of marriage.

"Coko didn't cheat, did she?" cetus Maria suddenly.

Gibran blinked out of the reverie. "What?"

"Why are you asking like that?"

"Answer. I know our relationship isn't like marriage in general. Our relationship begins with coercion. But didn't Koko say she was serious about this marriage? I'm serious too. Ever since Koko asked me to forget Gabriel, I've done it even long before that."

"So, may I ask Koko to be faithful?"

Silence echoed in between the two. Mary glazed with a spotlight accompanied by restlessness. Gibran's rails gradually softened, his gaze could not be separated from the wife who now had a red face withstanding the turmoil that suddenly enveloped the atmosphere.

Gibran took off his grip on Maria's hand, turning to encapsulate both sides of the woman's face while gazing at her shaded net.

"What are you thinking? What kind of man do you think I am that can do such immoral things?"

Maria replied with quivering lips, "Because I don't know what Koko looked at me as."

"I don't know if I mean enough as a wife."

"Or ... Koko just think of me as a stupid woman who can be used as a satisfied when tired?"

"I ..."

"Enough" Gibran flat.

"I'm not sure what makes you so emotional that you say such nonsense."

"One thing you should know, I'm going to New York to work, not one or all of the reasons you just laid out."

"I don't have time to play around let alone double up like you're accusing. Because I prefer money over parasitic women who seek pleasure and profit."

"So, Koko would rather have money than me?" little Maria was a little sad.

Gibran almost clucked and rolled his eyes at Maria who he thought was insensitive.

"You're my wife."

"But .. I also like fun and profit."

Breath came out of Gibran's mouth. "It's obviously two different things."

"The thing is, you have every right to do that to me. Seeking pleasure and profit, I am obliged to provide it for you. Understood?"

Maria blinks, "Of ..."

Gibran threw out his breath hard. He rested his hands on the sofa, left and right of Mary. Unknowingly Gibran whispered faintly, "You have always interpreted words."

"What did koko say?"

Gibran straightened the body standing up. His hands pretend to allow for arm buttons and a circular watch. "It's nothing. Come on, the chopper's coming."

Mary sneered, she followed the husband who came out of the room. The two headed for the back garden, where Gibran's helicopter was parked waiting for the master.

A sudden noise greeted the ears. A strong wind blew away Maria's hair that was walking to take Gibran to the middle of the field.

Nick was standing there, with a number of bodyguards bowing as he and Gibran came before them.

Gibran. The man grabbed Maria's head and put a kiss on her forehead. Long enough before turning to thin lips that he might miss for the next few days.

"Nothing is more attractive than these lips" he whispered.