His Purpose
91. Cravings

"Mr ..." Nick was glued with a dumbfounded face.

While Gibran, he scratched his temple while snorting an unexpected smile. "It turns out the pins are this many?"

"Don't he intend to make a mini forest" Gibran continued.

Nick grimaced, "Then what, sir? Do I need to ask the handyman to unplug everything?"

"Don't. Find an architect to do a more organized arrangement. I'm thinking of making it a garden."

"Keep, the golf course?" Nick is still half-dazed.

"In the southeast there is empty land. Move it over there," break Gibran up.

The man turned around intending to return to the Mansion. His legs were sauntering casually with both hands sinking in his pockets. Leaving Nick as if Gibran's words were the hardest task he had to do.

"Gosh, this must be because of the baby, Madam acting weird being an impromptu gardener. New tadpoles alone have cost billions of rupiah. What if I was born? What is clear is that men or women, both of them must be fond of wasting money."

"Kokooo ...!!!"

Hap! Gibran almost staggered forward as Maria suddenly ran up and jumped on his back. Gibran growled at the grim Mary as if he had nothing wrong.

"Mary, how about falling?" Raut Gibran looks unhappy.

Not that he did not want Mary to climb on his back, but the movement of Mary who was too agile made Gibran worry about anything happening with the woman's stomach.

"Hehe, I believe Koko's body is strong, so dare to jump."

"Just don't be like this. If I'm surprised I could have dropped you. And again, the impact was very bad for our baby. Understood?" gibran.

"Yes ... So Koko actually wants to or doesn't take me?" sumpul Maria was upset.

"I can even carry you up the hill."

"I didn't tell Koko to boast." Maria rolled her eyes lazily.

Gibran sighed. He was honest, but Mary thought he was arrogant.

"Where are you going?"

Mary's smile broadened. "Not anywhere, just around the courtyard of the Mansion. But since Koko forbade me from going far, it would be best if Koko just carried me. It could reduce the number of footsteps, right?"

"Koko has to take responsibility. Since Koko forbade me from moving more, then instead I will use Koko as a leg to walk."

Gibran kissed the flash of Mary's lips. "Anything for you, Baby."

In contrast to his sweet-sounding sentence, Gibran's face looked flat as usual, not at all indicating that he was a romantic man. But the small smile on her lips broke Mary's heart. Also the highlight made Mary believe the man meant it.

Mary further wrapped her arms around Gibran's neck, resting her chin on his burly shoulders. "Are we not to tell Papa Abhi and Papa Rayan this news? Grandpa Roman should know too, right?"

Gibran began to slowly move his legs. The man was silent for quite a while before turning his head to look at Maria. Her eyes lit up gently with a smile that made Maria's stomach tingle.

"Don't you first, huh? We're the only ones who know."

"Why?" ask Mary strangely.

Gibran did not answer. The man looked back ahead and continued his steps. "Later on."

Later? When will that be?

Nick shook his head to look at the departure of the two employers. He then sighed. If Maria finds out Gibran nearly destroyed a hotel in New York, she's bound to have her baby out for a while.

"Geez, don't let Madam see that very creepy side of Mr. He could have escaped or worse died on the spot."

***

"Fatty shops?"

"No."

Maria examines Gibran's face. Though they had walked a long distance to the jogging track that was somehow a kilometer away, but Gibran only sweated a little. Could it be because of the cold?

It is fitting that Gibran prefers strenuous exercise that drains energy, apparently walking like this is not enough to burn calories.

Maria stared at the left right which was filled with shady trees, very beautiful and cool. His shady atmosphere was able to calm anyone's heart.

Gibran frowned, he followed Mary's gaze. "Yes." Yeah."

"It's fruitful!"

"It's still raw."

"I want to!" Mary ignored Gibran.

"Still raw, Plum."

"But I want to. Koko pick up, gih ..."

"It's still early in the morning you've been eating sour?"

Maria thinning lips feeling groggy. Basic insensitive. Gibran is too plain or does not know?

Jesus, it looks like Maria has a lot of patience from now on.

***

Nick almost let go of laughter seeing his master's look filled with wrinkles. At first he was astonished, but after seeing the mango in Mary's hand he understood.

"Did you just climb a tree?"

Gibran said, "How dare you mock me?"

Nick licked his lips trying to shut up. The two looked at Maria who was now busy discussing with the chef about young mango processing.

"Given that Master has been waiting for this for so long, at least Master already has a mature preparation to deal with a pregnant woman, right?"

Gibran snorted, "I know she'll be this selfish while pregnant."

Nick grimacing. It seems Gibran is too late in pleasure to forget about various risks, one of which is a change in Mary's attitude.

Maybe Gibran can let Maria ruin the golf course, but Nick knows very well the master is not good at climbing trees.

Morning changed, as if Mary did not want to stop torturing Gibran. How not, no wind no rain the woman asked for an unusual lunch menu.

"Koko, I want Soto Betawi."

"OKAY. I'll have Koki make it."

"But I don't want to be made a chef."

Gibran turned his attention away from the tablet, taking off his glasses until he fully stared at Maria. "Want to?"

Maria throws a grin that inexplicably makes Gibran feel alert.

"I want Soto Betawi who is at people's wedding" he chirped like lightning in broad daylight.

"What?" Gibran was made speechless.

The man blinked confusedly. "You mean?"

Maria clucked loudly, "Coko didn't hear? I want Soto at the wedding!"

"Why is that?" Unknowingly Gibran stuttered.

"I want it to be that way."

Mary again made him think hard. They live in a minimally populated area. There are no big events, especially weddings. Even if there is, it is impossible to find the Soto Betawi that is meant by Maria.

Gibran thinks everything will be finished when he secretly asks Koki to make it, unbeknownst to Maria of course. But in fact it's not. Either his instinct is as strong as to the extent that Maria immediately rejects the soto.

"Plum, they're both soto. Even this one's better and guaranteed the ingredients."

"But I want soto at people's weddings," frowned stubborn Maria.

"Gosh ..." Gibran pulled his hair back. A new lifetime this time Gibran felt like complaining all out.

There's no other choice. He called his men and asked them to record one by one wedding in Jakarta. And most importantly the menu. Gibran will pay whatever it takes for anyone who provides Soto Betawi.

If it still does not exist, Gibran will hold a sudden celebration to meet the strange cravings of Mary. He wanted the matter to be resolved quickly because for whatever sake Gibran wanted to pounce on Maria right now.