His Purpose
124. Apologies

Sandra Willis opened her sunglasses just as her foot was stepping on the airport floor. It has been decades since he last visited Indonesia. There have been so many changes especially in Jakarta.

The figure of the woman was so striking that it attracted the most attention of people. Her body is as tall as a beauty queen, even her fashionable appearance as if to say that she is not a woman from ordinary people.

Moreover, the few bodyguards behind him were enough to show that he was one of the most important people in the world.

Sandra Willis looks shining at her age which is no longer young. But her aura as a woman is too strong to turn off the courage of some people.

"Mrs, the penthouse is ready. We go straight there or ... Do you want to go somewhere first?"

"Just go. I want a break."

The man who had just reported it immediately nodded. "good. Then, let's follow us."

Sandra Willis and her entourage leave the airport.

Abhimanyu Wiranata was made to stand from his seat when he received the report from one of his men.

"Woman's here?"

"Yes, Sir. This afternoon he arrived at Soekarno Hatta."

Abhimanyu flinched for a while before issuing the order. "Place some shadow troops to watch over Tjandra's residence. Report whatever happened there."

"Good, Sir." Soon the man left the room. Abhi who was silent thinking about the arrival of the ex-wife who impressed suddenly.

"Did they know Maria was pregnant?"

Most likely yes. He could tell even though Gibran had not said anything about it until now. Moreover, someone who has a wide connection like Willis, it is impossible that they do not get the information.

"May my son and daughter-in-law be fine."

***

Gibran opened the door to Mary's room. The night was so late, even Mary was deep in sleep. He walked slowly to the bed, then stood for a long time while looking closely at the peaceful face.

Maria's face looks puffy. His eyes were swollen with eyelashes that still looked wet. Gibran glanced at the tray above the nightstand that left several empty bowls. He was relieved because it turned out that Maria still had the desire to eat.

Slowly, he slid his body on the edge of the bed. Her net could not escape observing Maria in silence. For a moment his gaze seemed to be staring at the dim atmosphere there. Maria usually turns off the lights during sleep. But now it was just the table lamp that lit up.

Gibran's outstretched hand touched Mary's back. The woman slept on her side so Gibran could see her face from the side.

Gibran's other hand touched Mary's tightly closed eyes, gently rubbing them there with great care.

"Sorry," he whispered almost inaudibly. "Your eyes are like this because of me."

Gibran kissed on the back of Mary's hand. "I hate seeing this. I'm really sorry."

"I'm really crazy for yelling at you. I'm sorry, dear."

He was silent for a long time to observe Mary. Wiping hair and sweat that condenses on his temples.

"Koko .." - whispered Maria. He woke up and started to shake.

Gibran really wanted to hit his own head seeing how Mary had so much trouble opening her eyes. What kind of man makes his wife cry this great.

"Plums?" whispered Gibran full of guilt.

"Koko—" Maria looks hesitant to make a sound. He examined Gibran's face as if he were being careful.

Gibran shook his head with a pleading face. "Don't be afraid. I'm sorry I scolded you earlier."

"You can hit me, whatever Plum is. I'm ready to accept your curse. Come on, make me the loser." Gibran smacked Mary's hand on his head that was bowing.

Maria immediately pulled out her hand preventing Gibran. "What did Koko do?" said weak.

"Hit me, Plum. I really feel bad now."

Maria shook her head. He hugged Gibran tightly. The cry that had previously stopped now continued to find its pedestal. Mary drowned her face on Gibran's shoulder.

"I was wrong too. I'm sorry," said Maria faltered.

Gibran. "You're not wrong. I am insensitive to your wishes. I'm sorry."

"Hiks, Koko yelled at me ..."

"Sorry."

"Koko's furious. Koko ignored me and was cynical. I'm scared ..."

"sorry. Sorry, Sweetheart. I promise I won't repeat it again. Please hit me if I'm mad at you." Gibran did not stop rubbing Mary's trembling back. He was guilty of hurting his wife.

"Koko even repeatedly said I was careless ... Hiks, my heart hurts, it feels so tight," I'm Maria honest. He continued to pour out the pebbles that had been encircling his heart.

Gibran repeatedly kissed and smelled Mary's hair. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Honey."

Gibran immediately shook his head. "No!"

"But Koko said so," frowned Maria sadly. He stuffed his nose full of weeping mucus.

"No, Honey. You are my most extraordinary wife."

"Wild."

"No."

"You are a wild."

"No, Honey. Please believe me, "please Gibran.

Mary cried again, Gibran immediately cupped both sides of the wife's face and forced her to look at each other. "Look at me. Look at me, honey."

Maria blinked open her eyes slightly.

"I love you so much. I'm wrong with you. I'm too worried about you and our child. Please understand me, Honey."

"There was not a single intention of me scolding let alone hurting you. It was totally beyond expectations. I got out of control because I freaked out too much to think you fell."

Mary did not refuse as Gibran pressed his lips against Mary. Just for a moment, the man turned back away and wiped Maria's wet face with his long fingers.

"I'm sorry, okay?" softly said.

Maria gulped while nodding.

"Didn't Koko leave this morning?"

"Indeed."

"Cock, are you home?"

"When did I say I'd stay?"

Maria gnashing. "Thus ... Koko's only been in Singapore for a little while, just going home again, is that it?"

Gibran. "I've promised not to linger away, right? How could I leave my pregnant wife."

Maria lowered. He thought Gibran would be there long as the original plan was before Maria went to the hospital. That's why he pretended to fall so that Gibran could undo his intentions.

Sillier. It turned out that the man had only been gone for a few hours.

Gibran who knew the contents of Maria's mind was constantly laughing crisply. He pinched the woman's little nose with anxiety. "Everything, if there's anything, ask first, don't just do it. So embarrassed yourself, right?"

Maria whimpers. "Yes, Koko was wrong. Koko is scolding me too much."

"You almost gave me a heart attack, how can I not be angry? I've been desperately worried and taken you to the hospital, but it turns out you're just pretending."

"I told you not to fall before." Maria avoids not accepting.

"People who are worried won't hear anyone. So am I."

"That's it, it doesn't need to be extended." Gibran tidied up Mary's messy hair. Then he took a breath. "Your face is like a kick, Plum. Why is this so bad?"

Maria brushed Gibran's hand off. "Forgotten, huh? It's all because of Koko!"

Gibran chuckled at the lightning of Mary's pursed lips. "I know, Love."

Mary curled her arms around Gibran. "Don't be fierce anymore. I'm scared."

Gibran smiled. "I'm swear."

Cup. Gibran kissed Maria. "Sleep again."

"Gulf~"

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"Later on."

"You didn't?"

Maria shook her head. "Scented shop in any condition."

"Are you complimenting me?"

"That's reality."

Gibran swathes Maria's nose. Anxiously he bit the tip to make Mary scream. "It hurts!"

Even so, the two men laughed for nothing.