His Purpose
82. Hearts Instability

"Mrs, let's go back. The day started late afternoon. The air is getting colder too." Laura rebuked her who was reading by the lake.

Blue lake in the middle of a beautiful and shady forest. Instantly reminds Mary of her friendship with Gibran. Five days the man had gone, and until now Maria could only hear his voice over the phone, as well as the video calls they often made when Maria was about to sleep.

If it wasn't for Maria sulking and threatening not to eat, which led Martha to report to Nick, Gibran would have been silent until now without giving her any news.

That damn guy is very good at hanging someone's feelings. After sweetening before leaving, he will be lost like swallowed by the earth. But, Maria knew for sure Gibran was always watching her through the spies that were here.

Maria looked up at the darkening sky. As Laura said, the day had turned dusk, Maria could also feel the sharpness of the air piercing the skin. He grabbed his coat before standing up and handed Laura a book, leaving the gazebo behind in the low-light forest.

Too late to read the novel makes Mary forget until time as if not felt. Maria also just realized she hasn't called Gibran. Usually in the morning, afternoon, evening, he would ask the man in a row. But, yesterday Gibran consciously contacted him first. Why not now?

"Laura, was there a call from Koko this afternoon?"

Laura who walked behind him shook his head in doubt. "It doesn't seem like it, Madam. If anything, maybe Martha already connected it to us."

Maria looked in her steps. Inwardly wondering what Gibran was doing to not have time to tell.

Koko, hope you don't forget that I'm waiting for you here.

I don't know if you're leaving purely because of work, or if there's anything else I don't know. Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

"Laura, it looks like I'm not going to soak. My head is a little dizzy, I want to quickly lie down and sleep."

"Are you sick, Madam?" Laura asked worriedly. He hastened the steps to be at par with Mary.

Maria nodded, "No. I'm doing fine. Maybe my eyes are tired from reading for too long."

"Relatedly? Your face is a little pale."

"I'm fine."

***

Maria opened her eyes slowly, just as the phone screen next to her blinked displaying the name she had been waiting for her appearance.

His eyes fell on the number at the top of the screen. Eight o'clock at night. That means New York is still early.

Maria swiped the button to receive the call, and saw Gibran's handsome face meet Mary's attention. The man was tidy in his expensive suit as usual, highlighting Maria with his flat yet understanding gaze.

"Laura said you were sick?"

Maria nodded reluctantly to answer.

"Sorry, I didn't get to contact you. Nick forgot to wake me up."

Seeing Gibran's tired look, Mary's face spontaneously softened. He felt guilty for demanding to be contacted at all times. Though he knew the difference in Indonesia and New York time must be difficult for Gibran.

"What's wrong. From now on it's just day and night." This is better.

Gibran commented with a faint smile, "I'll keep trying to reach you even at midnight."

"Eat before going to bed again. You haven't had dinner."

It is not surprising that Gibran knew everything he did at the Mansion. Laura and Marta have been routinely reporting. Base them on that.

"I have no appetite" cried Mary in a sleepy voice.

Gibran's eyes sharpened, "You must eat, Plum. I don't allow you to get sick."

Maria sneered, "Who is Koko to forbid the pain from coming at me?"

"Don't be stubborn. Quickly get down before the servant returns to the pavilion."

"don't want. I told you I don't have appetite." Maria closed her eyes to go back to sleep.

"Marya," pressed Gibran in a flat, firm voice.

Maria is not pinched. Gibran breathed a sigh of patience. "Wakeup. Laura's coming in here with food."

Maria looked at Gibran upset, "I said I didn't want to!"

"Must do."

"No."

"should."

"Whatever!"

Maria got off the bed and walked towards the door, locking it so that Laura or anyone could not get in.

"I told you I don't want anything. My head is dizzy, I don't have appetite, don't you understand?" he stared at Gibran fiercely.

Silent. The highlight of Gibran looks complicated, while Mary desperately holds back her soaring emotions from the first moment she hears Gibran's voice.

"I'll get a doctor, okay?" Gibran's voice began to soften.

But Mary shook her head, the woman lying down again with a lethargic face.

"Don't refuse. At least we can know your health condition like ap—"

"I don't want to! Why doesn't Koko understand either? All I need is Koko, not the doctor! When will Koko be home? He said just for a second. It's been a week ..."

Maria wiped her suddenly wet eyes. Fucking eyes! Why do you have to put out water at a time like this. His pride again fell before Gibran.

"Group ..."

"Don't call me Plum!"

Maria rubbed her eyes while sobbing. Defense's collapsed. Want to be held as hard as he can still not deny the mounting longing for Gibran.

It's only been five days, what if the guy's been gone for months? In fact, Maria already knows and is used to living with her father. Rayan often travels abroad or the city. Maria understood the father's seemingly endless busyness.

But now, somehow he was so emotional towards a man he hadn't even known for a year.

"It's very uncomfortable .. hiks ... Why I don't feel good ..."

Seeing Maria's cry, Gibran involuntarily squeezed his phone tightly. The man closed his eyes for a moment. There was something strange, he was not sure what happened to Maria. It seemed, after this he had to confirm something.

"My stomach feels full. I can't eat. And somehow I hate the smell of my own soap .. hiks."

"Eat him every shower I use Koko soap ... I don't know what happened to my nose ... My head is also dizzy .. hiks."

Maria kept talking about how she had been feeling for the past few days. The woman cried as she pleased, occasionally drowning her face in the pillow, ignoring Gibran's seemingly confused gaze on what to do.

Gibran's eye angle is dropping. He hugged Mary but could not. He is also not good at words. Gibran used to do anything spontaneously. Calming someone with sweet talk is not his skill.

"Hiks ... I miss Koko ..."

Mary covered her face with both hands. The sedu sedan sounded heartbreaking in Gibran's ears. But it also brings a warm feeling to the heart. I don't know, it's hard to explain. Gibran was pleased that Mary was so dependent on her presence.

Without Maria saying anything, Gibran knew the woman had started to love him. Like old times.

"The plum? Listen."

"Hey, listen to me, please."

"I'll grant you whatever your request is when you get home. On one condition, how?"

Mary put away her hand staring at Gibran. His face was really puffy and ugly. "Anything?"

"Hm. Whatever," nods Gibran convinced. "But there are conditions."

"What?" Mary had trouble regulating her breath and her gasping voice.

"You should eat regularly."

Silent.

"agreed?"

Maria worried. Maybe if under normal circumstances it doesn't matter to him. However, lately his mood turned upside down, his appetite also rose and fell erratically.

"agreed?" ask Gibran again.

But Gibran's offer is a pity to miss. Who knows, Maria can realize her desire to meet Hollywood actors who she had been dreaming of.

"alright. But Koko can't break a promise."

"Not going to."

"So, you're willing to eat now, right?"

Half-hearted Mary nodded. Gibran smiled with satisfaction at it. Right after that the sound of the room door being opened was heard from the back of Maria.

The woman woke up. "Wait, why did Laura get in? Didn't I lock the door?"

Gibran chuckled across there, "You underestimated your husband too much, Sugarplum."

It seemed as if Maria was unconscious, Gibran secretly communicated with the house person during their talk.