His Purpose
90. Cooking Nights

"Come, Dude ... Why do you have to be this much?"

"Your life is too straight and boring, just filled with learning and learning. When did you have a girlfriend? At least touch one woman, after that you'll understand how much fun they are."

Evan embraces Gibran's shoulder, "It's New York, you know? You are free to do anything here. Precisely the effect is strange if until now you have never touched a single female body. Are you really a normal guy? Don't you have a disorder?"

"Say, which man do you want. I'll get it for you. Europe, Australia, East Tangah? Or the beautiful and gleaming Korean men? Tell me, do you like soft or rough?"

Gibran turned his head, staring at Evan flatly. "You're a man too."

Quiescent. Evan blinked unmoved. Until one thought made him immediately release his embrace from Gibran. "Damn it! I'm a normal guy!" his screams were full of horror.

Gibran whined indifferently. Then suddenly back to her. The man seemed to have forgotten he had just shouted away. "Hey hey, look at that. That's your junior, right?"

Gibran followed Evan's line of sight.

"I heard not too long ago that you helped him with his errands? What was? You don't usually care about people, especially women."

Gibran knew Evan was going to tease him.

"Hey, isn't she very sweet? Anyone knows that girl's crazy about you. Look at her gaze, she sees you as if you are the rarest flower in the world. Ck, tsk, tsk ..."

"Come, Dude. Wait what else? The ship has approached, you just provide the dock. There's no harm in trying."

"I heard your sister was after him, too. It's opportunity. Aren't you always competing in anything?"

Gibran did not budge, his eyes could not pay attention to the girl who was chatting with her friends. She's shy. Several times Gibran caught him stealing glances with a blushed face.

The corner of his lips grinned. Maybe what Evan said has a point.

"Nority ..."

"Nority ..."

"Shop, wake ..."

Gibran blinked opening his eyes slowly. Maria's face filled with anxiety filled her att.i.tude. For a moment he stared at that face. His mind wandered out of nowhere.

He changed. The face that used to be innocent and a little stupid, now changed full of charm and temptation. His body is still as perfect as it used to be, although Gibran must admit that it is much sexier now. Very exciting, making him can not forget despite being in the furthest country though.

"What's wrong? Why are you awake?" Gibran asked in a half-sleepy tone.

Mary bit her lips in doubt, "I ... I'm hungry" he chirped his finger in his lap.

Gibran turned his back away from the bed, propping his body with one elbow to face Maria. His other hand stretched out hugged the woman's waist. "Hungry?"

Maria nodded.

"Let me call the chef" Gibran said as he moved to the button next to the nightstand. But Mary immediately shook her head and held him.

"Don't. It's still midnight. Poor thing they've only slept a few hours."

"Then?"

"Is there any instant food here? Noodles can be."

"No. You can't eat that" Gibran said.

Maria whimpers. "Then what should I eat?" tanyanya almost cried. He himself did not know why it was so bad.

Gibran got up in his sandals and pulled Mary's hand out. "Come, come with me. I'll make you something."

Mary looked at him doubtfully, "What? What can Koko do?"

Gibran snorted, "You doubt me?"

"Yes .. maybe Koko is great in every field. But, cooking?"

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

Mary thought silently. Yes, I have, deh. Than starving. Whether Gibran cooks or not can be thought of later. Who knows in the kitchen there are other foods that can be filling.

Gibran smiled with satisfaction. They went down to the kitchen, Gibran asked Maria to sit in the bar stool while he opened the refrigerator, sorting out food that could be served quickly.

The man thrust a few pieces of brownies to the stomach, before then turning around to start his busy life. Whether Gibran wants to make what, his hands look agile moving. Maria until gawked for a moment so unexpectedly that she saw what she was now her husband.

As long as they were married, only now did Mary see this side of Gibran. And unfortunately Gibran still impressed sexy despite berjibaku with a knife and a placemat.

Jesus, look at his burly body wrapped in a fancy sleeping kimono. No one would have thought Gibran could move a knife that fast.

Too focused and dissolved in charm, Maria to the point of not realizing Gibran was already standing before her. He was aghast as the man brushed his nose while snorting a smile.

"Are you still hungry? All I see is that you want to eat me."

Maria blinked quickly. He lowered his head as the delicious fragrance infiltrated his nose. A medium-sized bowl was presented in front of him.

"Cheese baked potatoes. I think this is the quickest and most filling."

Melting cheese with toppings whether it's finely chopped chives or not. Maria is very bad at recognizing kitchen spices. It gulped, the smell was delicious. Did Gibran really make it?

Gibran took a fork and twitched a little, blew for a while then thrust it at Maria, asking the woman to open her mouth.

"Nake?"

Maria nodded slowly. It tastes good, savory and soft. Gibran smiled, rubbing a glimpse of Maria's head. "Eat. Spend."

The man prepared some water, then sat down in the bar-chair next to Mary, watching the wife eat her voraciously.

Gibran looked at Mary deeply and intently. Sometimes he chuckles to find the impatient Mary while the food is still hot.

"Slowly, Plum. Be careful, your tongue can burn."

"I'm hungry." Mary answered only those two words.

Gibran shook his head. Do all pregnant women feel hungry at night? He himself was not surprised because Doctor Harla had succeeded him on this matter.

"Shop, is your job in New York going well?" Maria forgot to ask this when Gibran came home yesterday.

Gibran was stunned to hear Maria's question. He quickly mastered himself and reviewed the smile. "Fluent. Why indeed?"

Mary shrugged her shoulders, "It's nothing. Can't I ask you a question?"

"Can."

Cup. Gibran slapped Maria's shoulder.

"I was just a little worried because Nick said Koko was busy, but a little later he said Koko was sick."

"Did something happen? I also had a chance to hear a split before Nick disconnected."

Gibran's sharpness slowly changed, his forehead wrinkled a little unhappily. "You called Nick?"

Maria smelled her lips. "Because Koko's phone was not active all day. So I called Nick. Wh why? Was Koko relapsing again? Like in Papua?"

Maria's mouth looked so anxious. A moment Gibran just fluttered with a flat expression, causing Maria to choke on thinking Gibran was angry with his question.

Has Maria gone overboard?

"I'm doing fine. My head is just a little dizzy from missing you" Gibran said with a smile.

His hand rubbed Maria's long unraveling hair, twisted it slowly and inhaled it with his eyes closed. "By the way, why is the perfume on my closet just one bottle?" whispered Gibran.

The instant Maria stammered, the hue of her face turned nervous. He grimaced at Gibran for a moment. "That ... that ... Sorry!"

Maria did not dare to look at Gibran again, she chose to focus on eating baked potatoes while trying to avoid Gibran.

Gibran desperately held back a laugh. "Sorry what? Sorry to spend the perfume or sorry to ruin the golf course?"

"Koko~" whining Maria.