His Purpose
9. Spa Room

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"How, Madam? Did he eat his body?"

"Help ...." Maria just muttered. His eyes closed enjoying the massage that targeted his body.

What can be done, Laura has prepared everything. Spa room with masseur. So Maria just enjoy it.

"Laura, the book I asked for you to bring to the room, right?"

"Here you go, madam."

Maria nodded small. "Okay, thank you then."

"Together, Madam."

Before she could get to the dining room, Maria did ask Laura to bring her selected books to the room. Although the blue cover book still makes Maria curious, but what can be done, the book does not exist.

Maybe later after Gibran or anyone returns the book to its place, only Mary will read it.

"Oh yes, Laura. There's no mobile network here, is there? Or is there a special provider that can include? It's been a few days that the signal on my phone has gone missing. Sometimes they disappear, nothing at all. Usually Telkomsel network is extensive."

A few seconds passed without an answer. Maria frowned.

"Laura?" call him, slightly turn his head back.

And he even found Laura's expression gaping half .. amazed?

"Laura!"

The girl closed her mouth. "I-Yes, Madam. Why?"

Maria took a breath. "I asked why there is no internet. What are you doing out there?"

Laura scratched the nape, "Ti-No, Madam. I was just amazed by the silky skin of the Madam. Must be expensive treatment."

Maria rolled her eyes. Laura and her silly behavior.

"And regarding the internet network, there is indeed no single operator that can reach this area. But the madam is calm. I can help if Madam really needs it."

Unreachable? What is the area he occupies now? Mary became increasingly convinced that Gibran's residence was in the far reaches.

"Can you help us get an internet signal?" ask Maria.

"Can, Madam. Can I borrow the phone for a minute?"

Maria held out a cell phone lying beside her. Pasting her finger for a while to unlock, then letting Laura fiddle with her for a while.

"Here you go, madam."

Laura gave me back her phone. Maria accepted it with a slight hesitation. But the doubt was lost when the notification clink appeared in a row, also a WiFi-like signal lit up in the corner of the screen.

Oh, my God, there really is. Turns out Gibran does have a special WiFi to connect the network to all phones and gadgets in this house, huh?

"That's satellite internet, ma'am," said Laura as if answering Maria's curiosity.

"What's? What satellite?"

"Satellite internet, Madam. Internet network accessed from communications satellites in space. This signal came directly from the sky. That's what you said."

"Nhuk ..." Unknowingly Maria coughed. Laura immediately got a drink. Swiping his naked back covered in a piece of cloth.

"Ouch, Mistress. If you want to swallow it carefully. Choking is ..."

'I choked because of you, Laura, ' her inner self.

What's that explanation? Space out? Coming from the sky? Maybe not entirely wrong. But, the choice of sentences made Laura successfully made Maria want to laugh.

Did Gibran give such an explanation to his servants?

Geck, tok, tok.

The sound of knocking on the door distracted them. Maria who is being massaged with the prone position automatically can not freely see who comes, because the position of the door is behind her.

Long Mary waited for Laura to return, but for a second there was no sign of the girl making a sound. The woman who was massaging him had suddenly stopped with her activities.

"Laura?"

There's no answer.

"Sir, how do you stop massaging?"

Still no sound.

The curious Mary also frowned. Slowly he got up while justifying the cloth that enveloped his body. He sat down before turning to face the door.

But he was made to jerk when he found one figure standing there. His hands were staring straight at Maria.

"Ko-Ko Gibran?" shaken surprised. "When did you stand there? N-dude. Why is Koko here? Didn't you just say you were going to the office?"

Maria panic. He could not hold his mouth to ask.

He squeezed the cloth link over his chest. Shit, this is embarrassing. He could only hope that the thin cloth did not print his body that was wet with oil.

Gibran did not answer. Instead, Laura invites her masseuse to get out of there. With an eye signal, the girl who had been serving him for the past few days gave a signal for them to immediately run away.

Gosh, what kind of servant did he let his master into trouble?

Only Mary and Gibran remain. In contrast to Gibran who seemed relaxed, Maria actually almost fever so awkward. His body was wearing nothing in there.

God, what kind of situation is this?

Mary silently groaned in her heart. Moreover, Gibran's gaze seemed to lock it to sculpt in place.

"Ko-Koko ... What's wrong?" great-grandson Maria with her head half-down.

For a few moments he found silence. Until then Gibran approached, making Maria flounder herself because of panic.

The man stopped next to the small bed he was in. Maria did not dare look up let alone look at Gibran's eyes. His hands squeezed each other over his chest, trying to hold back the only cover he could rely on.

"The book you picked up in the library, is in your room?" ask the man, flat.

Maria flashes. Reflexes she looked up at her husband. "I-yes. I intend to read it after this," he replied hesitantly.

"Why? Can't I take it to the room? But I'll give it back when I finish reading it, really," continued Maria. His voice looked a little anxious. Gibran was afraid that he would get angry because he took something that was not his without permission.

For a moment Gibran fell silent. Unknowingly the two were staring at each other. Suddenly Maria felt the air around her turn heated. Oh, my God, she's not some innocent woman who doesn't know anything. It's a shame, but Maria has to admit that Gibran's presence next to her is currently capable of making something in her turbulent.

She's a normal woman. Anyone would agree if the charm of Gibran did make the women fret. Including himself.

Basic cheesy. Remember, you have Gabriel, Maria!

"Come to the room" Gibran said suddenly.

Mary who was daydreaming, flinched. "Ma-You what?"

With a flat face Gibran replied. "Take a book."

Short, solid, and clear. It seems that it is indeed a characteristic of Gibran.

"O-Oohh .. i-yes."

Gibran turned around to leave. However, Maria, who suddenly lost her balance and nearly fell out of bed, reflexively pulled her arm.

Like a scene of slow motion Gibran turned with a half-stumped body. He who was unprepared for Mary's movement could not bear the equivalence of his feet. His tall body fell on Mary in bed.

For a moment the two looked at each other. Maria could feel her heart beating. This was the first time they were in a position without distance. Closer than when Gibran pretended to kiss her on the altar.

Moreover, the condition of the naked Mary increasingly makes an intimate atmosphere. Maria gulped. By the way intimate, he just realized the cloth he had been protecting had now sagged, almost 90 percent showing the surface of his chest.

"Goddessa ...!" mary's screams in my heart.

Gibran immediately turned away, turning his back to Mary. The man cleared a short. "I wait outside" he said, then stepped towards the door. Open it, then close it a little rough.

Unbeknownst to Mary, behind her expressionless flat face, Gibran's ears reddened from the incident.