His Purpose
95. Reminders

In the morning Mary smiled in wonder. I don't know why, but the atmosphere of the Mansion is not as usual. How Mary explains it. Weird, awkward, and a little dark.

Was it because of her punishment yesterday that the servants got scared when they saw her?

"What's wrong? Why stay here? Didn't you say you were hungry?" Suddenly Gibran appeared from behind, embracing Mary's belly and giving a swipe as a good morning greeting to their baby.

"Eitherway. Is it just my feeling or is the air today much colder than usual?"

"It was as if someone had just died" murmured Maria continued.

"Enough. We better have breakfast. Comeon?"

Gibran led Mary into the dining room. But only a few steps suddenly Mary stopped. He then ran towards the kitchen which was directly followed by Gibran.

"Mary!"

Maria leaned over in front of the sink and vomited a lot of fluid from her stomach. The woman looked tired to overcome the nausea that hit. Gibran immediately asked the waiter for wind oil. One of them immediately ridden back, until shortly afterwards brought back the oil that Gibran requested.

Gibran applied the oil around Maria's neck. He supported his wife's limp body with a cotton-pale face. "What's wrong? Why is this suddenly?"

Maria shook her head weakly, "Don't know ... But the smell of food was so rotten ..."

"What?"

Gibran glanced at the servants who immediately looked down in fear. "You serve stale food?"

None of them dared to answer, so inevitably Martha herself intervened.

"Sorry, Sir. But the food we eat is guaranteed fresh every day."

"Then why does my wife smell bad?"

Silent. Some of them are now throwing eyes at each other. The confused rails implied clearly in their eyes. Until Mary touched Gibran's arm trying to calm the man down.

"My smell has been sensitive since I was pregnant" she explained.

"But—"

"Here you go, I'm fine. I just want to eat in my room."

Gibran had no other choice. He immediately carried Mary back to the room to prioritize the comfort of the woman. Gibran took Maria to the balcony to breathe the cool air.

The balcony of Maria's room has been designed in such a way as to resemble a paradise garden like those in the Eastern Fantasy dramas, complete with a small stream of water that adds to the peaceful atmosphere until the birds often stop there.

Gibran slammed Mary on the sofa, touching her cold sweaty forehead, indicating that she was indeed tormented.

"What do you feel now?"

"Dizziness, nausea."

"I'm calling Doctor Harla."

Maria stopped Gibran's hand from reaching for a cell phone. He shook his head slowly and moved to embrace Gibran's arm, leaning his head comfortably.

"I'm fine. It's natural to feel pregnant."

Although Maria said so, Gibran could not let go of his anxiety. "At least let me know your condition."

"I told you it was okay. Besides yesterday Koko told him to come here, now wants to be called again. Troublesome."

Gibran frowned, "You know where?"

"Laura."

Gibran. "Your servant is too chatty."

"What did he say?"

Mary seemed to think, "Emm. That's it."

Unknowingly Gibran let out a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else that Koko is hiding from me?"

Gibran kissed Mary's shoulder, looking down at her hand that rubbed the woman's belly. "none. Even if it wasn't an affair."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Either. I don't want to eat anything today."

"I know, but I'm confused what to eat."

"You fruit? Maybe it can ease your nausea."

Maria nodded, "No. I don't know why all the food looks disgusted in my eyes."

Gibran's forehead is crimped in. What other strange things his wife experienced. All pregnant women are like this. Always not clear.

Suddenly Maria interrupted, "I want Koko to cook."

Suddenly Gibran turned his head slowly, looking at Maria lazily. Why didn't you say that from earlier?

That morning the entire Mansion was horrendous with Gibran who went down directly to the kitchen to fulfill his wife's wishes. Gibran surprised everyone with his cooking skills.

"Jeez .. I just found out you can cook."

"really. She looks so sexy, doesn't she?"

"Skillful eyesight too, as it is accustomed to."

Various whispers were heard from the kitchen doorway. A number of clustered servants scrambled to see the rare sight. Until a Deheman surprised them all.

"Ehem!"

They simultaneously looked back. "Chief Chef!"

"What are you guys doing here? Quickly do your own work!"

"Good-Good! Excuse me."

The servants ran away. The Chief Chef could only shake his head before breezing in toward Gibran.

"Sir, is it okay to do it yourself? I'll be happy to help you."

"No need" Gibran said briefly. He seemed to focus on draining food on the plate.

The head chef looked amazed at the results. Not much different from a five-star restaurant, Gibran arranged it beautifully and perfectly.

Not long after it's all done. Gibran brought all his work to Maria's room, with the help of a food trolley and a waiter.

"Darling, let's have breakfast."

Silent. Gibran was silent for a moment in the doorway. He asked the waiter to leave the trolley in the middle of the room. Gibran circled the room looking for Maria.

"Plums?"

Still no answer. Suddenly a servant appeared from the bathroom, surprised to see Gibran and several other servants in Mary's room.

"Where's my wife?"

The waiter turned to the balcony and panicked to find that there was no Mary there.

"Ta-Tadi, Madam is still there. He told me to prepare warm water to soak his feet."

Gibran glanced at the dewy glass basin in the servant's hand. He quickly stepped towards the balcony. His roar looked anxious as he looked up at the guardrail, but then Gibran let out a sigh of relief as his worries were unproven.

However, the servant's statement further made Gibran's body freeze.

"But he asked the beloved tiger."

Gibran looked quickly. "What?"

"He said this is the baby's wish, he wanted to see it. Sa-I can't ban ..." The voice of the servant was already trembling in fear.

Gibran's aura seemed to want to kill him. While the other servants were now bowing, they had previously showered him gazes as if to say 'stupid'.

"Damn it!" hiss Gibran tried to contain the anger.

He ran out of the room. His face was red with his jaw tightening. Without waiting for a long time Gibran down the southern path that can not be traversed just anyone.

No. gabe. Hopefully what he thinks is wrong. Gibran would really feel crazy if Maria went there.

But then he was stunned to see the gate to Moru's cage unlocked. Somehow the lock can open. Without a second thought Gibran entered, especially when a shout followed by the grunts of Moru was heard echoing to break the silence of the forest.

"Aaaaaa ...!!!"

That's Maria's voice. Gibran is not wrong anymore.