His Purpose
85. Maria's Behavior

"Why can I have a daughter-in-law's granddaughter as weird as her?" roman murmured while stroking Jeki's fur, the British shorthair kingpin who was licking his feet in Roman's lap.

While Roman, the old grandfather could not be separated to observe Maria in the middle of the room. No, Maria is not a sport, but planting a pine tree that she had no idea where she had come from. He said it would look beautiful if it was placed on an empty land.

"Gosh, won't my granddaughter get angry when she finds out her golf course has been wrecked?"

"Jeki, you don't go near that woman. It could be that your soft fur is shaved."

Miauw ...

Jeki looked up plain wink staring at the employer, then back cool to clean up that he really did not need to do, because every day Roman set aside tens of millions of money for his care.

"Laura, get me the hoe!" Mary's voice was screaming in the distance.

Before long the waiter named Laura approached. They were involved in a little quarrel that again made Roman shake his head.

"Not this hoe! That little hoe what's that name? Anyway, you look there!"

"Look, he's very fierce. Anyway you don't come any closer" whispered Roman somehow to the number of times.

"By the way, why did Gibran suddenly go to New York? Does the boy want to see his mother and grandfather? Substantial. Though Abhi has been hard-earned to block foreigners from entering this area. At the end of the day he's back there."

"But there's no way Gibran can stay in New York anymore. He changed his nationality before he got married. He will definitely come back here, especially if he has a family. Even though his wife is so annoying, that doesn't mean I'm expecting their relationship to fall apart."

"Grandpa!!!" Maria's cry slightly jolted Roman.

The woman waved at him. Roman with his expensive selling attitude immediately turned his head to look away, refusing to meet with Maria. He acted to invite Jeki to talk even though the fat cat never responded.

"Why did he turn out to be such an innocent and innocent child? Whereas when at the fruit market he was so arrogant and haughty," Roman snorted while fondling Jeki.

Indeed, the impression of their first meeting ended less well. The spoiled and infuriating image was already inherent in Maria in Roman's eyes.

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At exactly 7pm Romanjaya Wiranata left the Mansion. Still with his tone as usual the man said good night to Maria. It was because Maria was blocking her steps that were about to enter the car. If not, maybe Roman will look even reluctant to just rebuke.

Maria still did not understand why Gibran's grandfather was hostile to her. Every time they intersected, his face turned wry. Did Mary ever do anything wrong? However, Roman was already so when they first met.

Maria is not upset, even he thinks Roman is so funny with his expensive half-sell attitude. From the light of her eyes only Mary knew Roman a humble and loving person.

Evidently when they had dinner last night. Mary, who had inexplicably lately become sensitive to any smell especially food, could not resist the nausea in Roman's presence. Although at a glance Maria could see a hint of anxiety in her gaze that was mixed in wonder.

Maybe that also makes Maria not so dizzying unfriendly attitude of her grandfather-in-law. Because she knew behind her strict attitude was the sincerity that Mary could feel.

"Good night, Grandfather-in-Law ..."

"Sir chauffeur, please be careful with the car, yes. Don't let my grandfather-in-law do anything. If there's a slight scuff I'll look for you to hold you accountable."

Roman snorted loudly. He pressed the end of his stick on the lobby ceramic. Maria's familiar attitude made her amused herself. He subconsciously compared his granddaughter who had a hard disposition also tended to be cruel. Roman was curious how they were together.

However, as the name implies Roman is quite fond of romantic stories. No exception the story of the love of the grandson who from the beginning often makes him curious.

Roman entered his car after being opened by the driver. His eyes glanced at Maria from the window. The woman smiled broadly waving her hands as the wheels spun out of the grounds.

He turned. "Laura— Aw!"

"Mrs! You all right?"

Laura and the other servants immediately approached her anxiously, including Martha who was also there.

"That's because the Madam is walking too much. Today the lady didn't stop moving" said Laura.

"Do you want me to call the doctor, ma'am?" ask Martha chimed in.

Maria immediately shook her head. "no need. It seems like just lie down."

"Yes, Laura took the madam to the room."

Laura nodded according to Martha's orders. He immediately guided Mary into the Mansion.

Maria brushed off Laura's handle. "I'm not an elderly man, Laura. You don't have to lead me like this."

"Oh my God, what does Madam want?" decak Laura's upset. "I was worried. Madam can't say. Many times I ask the Madam to rest, is this what it is? Madam's body is sick from being too active."

"The name of the living must be moving. How the hell are you."

"But lately Madam is weird. The Madam's activity was a little unnatural. Usually, the lady prefers to relax reading a book. Why do you love to go around the Mansion? I spray perfume here and there. Then earlier, Madam planted pine in the field? Oh, my God, is Madam really still sane?"

Maria looked fierce. "So you think I'm crazy?"

Laura scowled, "Yes that's not it. I mean if you get angry, how?"

Maria snorted, "If she dares to be angry I'll divorce her."

Laura glared, her head spinning glancing around. "Jeez, madam, don't talk carelessly. Someone will listen" he whispered.

"Why indeed?" Maria frowned.

"Ck, if anyone reports, you'll become more possessive and lock the Madam up here. Or worse lock the madam in the tower" decak Laura.

"What tower?"

"Mrs don't know yet, do they? In the middle of the forest is a tower. Hear-hear Sir put in place a special security team to monitor the Mansion for 24 hours."

"Not only that. There is also a basement there. You will not hesitate to throw anyone a betrayal and punish him in a cruel way."

Silent. The sudden atmosphere was so much colder that it felt like it was piercing all of Maria's pore cells.

For a moment he shook before being distracted by the sound of the elevator doors opening on the third floor.

Maria stepped out followed Laura. "Ah, don't make it up, you. Koko's time is that bad. Although he's cold, but he's pretty sweet, really."

Laura almost choked. What say? Sweetie? Where can Gibran be called sweet? Jesus, it looks like Maria has been blinded by Gibran's charm.

Yesterday complained her husband was too stiff to plan to take her to watch together. Now suddenly turned to complimenting him. Why is Mary so unstable?

"Madam, it looks like your love powder managed to make the Madam complacent" Laura said. His eyes blinked with his mouth half open.

Maria nodded with a strange frown. "What kind of love powder? You think this is a magician's fantasy novel?"

Laura rolled her eyes lazily, "Mrs don't know figuratively, do they? That love powder that came out of Master's property when you made love."

Maria frowned, again she had to think long enough to digest word for word from Laura's sentence.

"You mean sperm-ma?" He asked innocently. "It's liquid and thick, not powder."

Laura groaned loudly. His hands clenched with a fierce look as if he was about to bite Maria. "Or, uh!"