His Purpose
96. Monsters

After Gibran's departure, Maria was briefly pensive. There is something strange about his feelings, more precisely Gibran. Maria felt that the man often hid something, especially last night.

Actually Maria had to wake up because she did not find Gibran next to her. He thought the man might move to his room or overtime in the study. But when Maria examined the two rooms the results were nil. Gibran is nowhere.

Putting aside her fear, Maria went down one lane after another inexplicably that night seemed gripping. In fact, since Gibran knew Mary was afraid of the dark, the Mansion was no longer dim at night. The man always warned the waiter to turn on all the lights.

Maybe there was half an hour Mary walked without direction, until soon her eyes caught sightings of Gibran and Nick coming out of the forest. What made Maria stunned was the gun in the husband's hand. What are they doing in the woods like that.

Seeing Gibran entering the Mansion, Maria hurriedly turned towards the elevator, coincidentally on the second floor. Maria rushed back to her room on the third floor and climbed into the bed and lifted the blanket, pretending to be asleep.

Maria desperately adjusted her breathing to look normal as Gibran opened the door and followed sleeping beside her. The man hugged her from behind until inevitably Maria was silent even to sleep again it felt so difficult.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Mistress?"

Mary flinched from the daydream, she looked into the room and found a servant there.

"What's wrong?"

The waiter lowered his head for a while before then approaching towards the balcony. "Mom Martha asked me to drop off ginger tea, she said this could relieve nausea."

"Oh, thank you." Maria smile.

The waiter put the cup on the table. He leaned over and turned out of the room.

"Wait!"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"That .. not far from the road to the pavilion, there is another road that leads south. Is that a shortcut to the forest?"

For a moment the waiter looked surprised. His voice looked doubtful as he asked. "Why did the Madam ask that?"

Mary silently thought, trying to find a more reasonable reason. "Ah .. that, as far as I'm concerned Koko has a tiger, and .. it looks like our son is curious," he said as he rubbed his stomach, attracting the attention and sympathy of the servant.

The waiter was confused. He scratched his head in a dilemma.

"I-That's .. that's the way to the tiger's den, ma'am," the servant's great-grandson.

"Oh ..." Maria nodded in understanding. Although his face looks calm, but who would have thought his heart was pounding.

All possibilities come to mind. His mind wondered if Gibran was indeed who the people said he was. For more than 7 months Maria lived here, she often heard discordant tones saying that Gibran was a cruel man.

What a cold thing it really is that everyone is frightened despite even the smallest mistake.

"Ah .. My feet are cold. Can you get me some warm water? I want to soak it for a minute."

The waiter nodded quickly, "Okay, Madam. I'll prepare."

Maria looked at the servant. After making sure she entered the bathroom, Maria got up and walked out of the room.

Several times Maria looked back, right and left to check on the situation. He also made sure Gibran was busy cooking in the kitchen. Trying to strengthen her heart, Maria quickly brought her legs behind the Mansion, passing through the corridors and gardens until she found a path with coiled vines to form a long hallway.

I hope the suspicions are not true.

"The servant that Madame law yesterday disappeared."

"Did the Madam secretly drive him away?"

"Eitherway. I thought Madam was nice, but it wasn't much different from Mister. He's happy to punish people."

Maria shook her head trying to get rid of the rumors of the servant she accidentally heard this morning. No, Gibran must have sent the girl back to where she came from.

Yes, it must be true.

Mary gulped at the sight of a high iron gate and looked solid. There are guards there. It must be the tiger cage in question.

Mary hid behind a tree, watching the movements of the two guards from afar. Before long one of them went out of nowhere, while the other one unlocked and went inside.

Mary sneaked open the gate without a sound, followed the guard and hid in a corner near the bonsai. Maria saw the guard coming back out with something. He quietly sighed in relief as the padlock was not locked. He could easily leave when his business was done later.

Maria walked slowly with a lookout. His heart was in case the tiger was released freely. At the very least, shouldn't they chain it to avoid danger?

Maria was stunned when a low growl sounded not far from where she was standing. Unable to prevent Maria's legs from shaking, they almost fell to the ground.

Stupid mary. Though he was almost dead chased by the tiger, but now even pretentious to enter the cage.

However, what he thought was very far from reality. Sure enough, there was another cage that protected the white tiger.

But what Maria did not think was that Moru's cage was neatly arranged to resemble a vast artificial forest and rocks and small streams of water that seemed beautiful to the eye.

Gibran is a totality in every way. Animals only he pampered like this.

Suddenly Maria scrunched her nose as she smelled an uncomfortable smell that made her want to vomit. For a moment, this was not the smell of raw meat he used to smell.

"Hasn't it cleaned?" whispered Mary astonished.

Maria thinks maybe the cage hasn't been cleaned.

Yes, he is still trying to deny the suspicions that are actually entrenched in causing fear. Moreover, his eyes accidentally caught something lying behind the rocks.

Maria's heart raced fast. Isn't that a hand?

No. gabe. He must have seen it wrong.

But, judging from any angle it was indeed a human hand. Mary closed her eyes tightly, trying to strengthen herself. Isn't the point here to make sure?

Maria increasingly took her steps to the right, trying to see more clearly something that was blocked by the rocks. And at once Mary's heart seemed to have slipped out of place. His body pecked on top of the feet which started to tremble.

His breath was stunned as the wavering balance that made him stagger back.

Maria was in incredible shock. There, in Moru's cage there are lifeless bodies with some parts that are not intact. Shattered and splattered with blood splattered on the grass.

Maria saw the tiger coming out of a small door in the corner of the cage, coming towards the corpse to bite and eat it like a hungry predator.

Mary's eyes shifted upward, she could not help but scream when she found out the corpse was the servant she had sentenced yesterday.

"Aaaaaa ...!!!"

"Grrrr ..." The tiger growled.

Maria screamed hysterically back her body sitting on the ground. He roared with unstoppable tears. His head was scared. This is impossible. No ...

There's no way Gibran would do this.

Maria sobbed touching her chest which seemed to get a hard blow. The sound of approaching steps was unable to pull Maria from her shock.

"Marya?"

The call made Mary turn her head. Unknowingly he moved away as the tall body approached trying to embrace him. Mary shook her head in fear, she inched back under Gibran's gaze which inexplicably now seemed creepy to Maria.

"Monster ..." he looked like a whisper.

Gibran's body is perfectly sculpted. He turned to Moru's cage, where the tiger was devouring the prey he threw last night.

For the first time in his life Gibran felt frightened by his own attitude.

Gibran again focused on his wife. "Group ..."

"MONSTEEERR ...!!!"

Mary's roar sounded painfully piercing Gibran's heart. Especially when the woman crazily grabbed her own hair and refused her touch.

Gibran can only be glued without any movement. He was silent when Martha and a number of servants tried to pull Mary out.

Gibran looked down at his feet. Her face pias with empty eyes.

Maria already knows.