His Purpose
84. Weird Feeling's

"Uhuk! Jesus, Madam why are you spraying her perfume again!" Laura shook her hands in front of her nose.

"It stinks here too, Laura. I think I'm gonna puke."

"Well .. this is fragrant." Maria closed her eyes inhaling the scent that pierced her sense of smell. Her lips turned to smile when that calm feeling came.

While Laura frowned inside. Fragrant what? This is already too much.

"But the Madam finished off the perfume, sir. God, it's an expensive perfume! Not a fragrance in Stella's class room! Mistress could have spent 5 bottles in two days."

The more the day Mary's attitude gets weirder. The woman suddenly loved to spread perfume everywhere. The only perfume used is Gibran, not others.

Laura wanted to cry to see her master's stock thinning over Maria. His poor soul thrashed. That's a one-bottle perfume worth hundreds of millions. How not a headache, Maria sprayed it for free.

"I know the Madam misses Mister. But not like this either, right?"

"Silent you. This is my husband's perfume, why do you have to bother?"

"If you are angry how?"

"He will not be angry" replied Maria lightly.

"Know where?" ask Laura to doubt.

"That's easy. If he's angry I'll just slam him into bed."

Laura glared, "Mrs pervert!"

Mary glared with a frown, "What's the volume? I slammed him into the bed to force him to accompany me to the drama. Ahh ... would definitely be very fun watching a romantic drama both."

Mary's eyes seemed to sparkle imagining the activity. Maria thinks Gibran's attitude is stiff because the man lacks the intake of romance. Who knows if Maria invited him to watch the drama Gibran can turn as sweet as gulali.

In contrast to Laura who grimaces and creeps if the fantasy of Mary occurs. Gibran's fierce face shadow that was forced to stare at the screen instantly made Laura want to pee.

Like a thug wearing a Barbie suit, it seems a bit impossible.

"Mrs, we better get to the dining room. You haven't had breakfast. Didn't you promise Mister to eat regularly as long as He's not here?"

Mary glared, she just remembered the promise.

"Good God, I forgot! Thank you for being reminded. Come on, I gotta eat. A little late, my plan may fail."

Maria hastened to escape her legs entering the Mansion. Laura who saw that instantly glared. "Madam, Master said you must not run! Jeez ... how many times do I have to say?"

"What other strange order is that?" sumput Mary.

"Obviously you are forbidden to run. Whether it's inside or outside the Mansion. Come, Madam .. have mercy on us as servants. Master can fire anyone especially me if something happens to Madam," implored Laura with a slashed face. He tried to align his steps with Mary.

Is it just Laura's feelings or is Maria a little more active than usual?

Maria clucked in a step, "I'm not a toddler, Laura. Why should the road be arranged?"

Laura sighed, "Do not ask me. Ask the Master who declared the order to the butler."

Maria frowned, "Soddy," he murmured softly.

Laura grunts. Not the weird Gibran, but Maria. Maria's new hobby overwhelmed everything. I don't know what use the woman went down every corner of the Mansion just to spray her husband's perfume.

A house that covers hectares was suddenly dominated by the smell of Gibran. Instead of being calm like Mary, they are servants and guards just overwhelmed with tension because wherever they go the boss often follows.

That is quite difficult considering Gibran can come at any time. It could be that the man is now in New York and seconds later appears without warning.

In the afternoon, the Mansion had a guest who was none other than Romanjaya Wiranata. Gibran's grandfather made the visit without confirmation as usual. Funny thing this time he carried a pair with an ash-colored British Shorthair cat with striking copper eyes.

"Geez, what's this smell?" Roman fanned his nose which immediately conicaled as soon as it entered through the door.

Martha and the other servants could only bow. While Maria smiled broadly at the old man.

"Grandfather? Why don't you tell me you want to come here?"

"Don't I have permission to go to the grandchildren's house?" sahutya.

Maria shook her head with a grin. "No, anyway. But the last time Grandpa came here didn't end well. Is there a problem between Grandpa and Ko Gibran?"

Either Maria was insinuating or indeed the woman was too innocent. Roman scowled to throw his face to the side, turning to greet the cat he was carrying like a baby.

The cat meows spoiled. Her body her bully wriggled as she glanced at Maria. From the look on his face it seemed like the cat was quite arrogant.

Maria giggled when the hairy animal sneezed nearly five times. In contrast to Roman who clucked and asked again the pungent smell that had disturbed his nose.

"It's Koko's perfume. Isn't it very fragrant?"

Roman frowned, "I can't believe my granddaughter sprayed this much perfume. Did he spill it?"

"The lady sprayed it, sir. He even spent five bottles on it." Laura who could not bear it finally replied. No matter Mary who immediately swerved full of warning.

"You?" Roman's view goes back to Maria.

Suddenly the granddaughter-in-law grimaced scratching her red cheeks by the blush. Basic girl menor, Inner Roman.

"Hehe, I miss Koko. I can't smell anything other than the perfume she used to wear."

"Hindu? Where's Gibran going?" ask Roman curious.

"Lho, did Grandpa not know Koko went to New York?"

Roman was stunned, his grip on the cat even loosened, making the fat animal come down and run to the back of the Mansion.

"New York's? Since when?"

But to her surprise, Mary answered. "A little over a week now."

Mary had no idea what the strained Roman expression meant. Why did Gibran's grandfather appear to be overwhelmed with anxiety? It's like Gibran shouldn't have gone there.

"Master, our chef just cooked a delicious treat. It's a new recipe. You want to try it?" Suddenly Martha interrupts offering food.

Roman flinched, "Hood?"

"Rubber. Your favorite sweet snack."

Bak sprayed water his old expression instantly turned full of twinkle. "Byeah," he exclaimed, which was immediately responded to by Martha's relief.

The butler took Maria and Grandpa Gibran to the dining room. Inevitably Maria swallowed her curiosity about the surprised expression Roman had shown.

What happened to New York? Why does the name of the city sound strange in Mary's ears? Maria realized, she had never once stepped on foot there. Whenever you want a vacation to the Land of Uncle Sam, Rayan always forbid with various reasons.

In fact, Maria was very eager and curious to visit the country. Unfortunately Gibran also did not allow him to come. Those damn men managed to impress her like a village.

Jesus, Maria is ashamed at this age of never having vacationed in America. Her father forbade her, now her husband. It seems that they are not only working together in business, but also in managing Maria's life.

"Sucks," Mary grumbled.