His Purpose
133. Whiny Teary

Gibran approaches Nick who is waiting for him in the hospital parking lot. Nick who found the arrival of Gibran then stood straight down reluctantly. "Sir."

"You said the man was dead?"

The man Gibran was referring to was Eden. A few minutes ago Nick sent a message, telling him about the news.

Nick nodded. "Four hospital staff are also."

Two days ago Gibran did decide to take off the five bastards. He thought he had enough of retaliating by cutting off their hands. Who knows after that they will die.

It's clearly Willis. You could say Eden is the third person that Sandra often relies on after Harley.

Gibran let out a sigh unwillingly discussing more. He asked for a map in Nick's hands which the man immediately gave.

"In the future you monitor the construction of the mansion in Switzerland. I haven't told Maria about this. Make sure this project doesn't leak to anyone."

Nick nodded obediently. "Is this the house you built to surprise the Madam?"

Gibran did not reply, but a small nod was enough to make Nick understand.

"You handle today's meeting. I can't leave my wife now. It's not possible to stay for long." Gibran glanced at the watch on his wrist. It seemed like fifteen minutes he was gone.

"Go away. Maria must be looking for me."

"Ah, one more. Ask Derick to bring Laura here. Mary kept asking the girl."

Again Nick nodded. "Good, Sir."

Nick quickly enters the car after Gibran disappears into the lobby door. He immediately contacted Derick, Gibran's private pilot, to announce his master's order to fetch Laura.

***

"Old!" frown Mary as soon as Gibran comes in.

Gibran said a smile approached the woman. "Ease?" tanyanya while stroking the head of Maria. His eyes glanced at the empty plate on the table.

"From earlier."

Seeing the murky look of his wife, it is certain that the woman was holding back her annoyance. Gibran kissed Mary's lips with a flash of light before cleaning the empty milk dish and glass. It also shifts the overbed table and returns it to its original place.

Gibran returned before Mary, sitting on a chair beside the bed while closely observing the woman. He grabbed Mary's left hand which had come off the infusion and grasped it gently. "Why? You're upset because I'm long?"

"Sorry, yeah. I don't know if fifteen minutes is long for you."

Mary manyun. "Who's shop meeting?"

"You said I met Nick."

"Why do I have to go down? Nick is usually looking for Koko."

"You suspect me?" ask Gibran amusedly.

"Plums."

Quiescent. Maria refused to look and preferred to look at the window.

"Dear."

Still quiet. Gibran let out a sigh and threw it away. Doctors never said pregnant women's hormones would be this troublesome.

"Love ..."

"Look here dong, Love."

Finally Gibran got up from the chair and sat down at the edge of Mary. His fingers pulled the woman's chin until now they looked at her. Gibran reviewed the small smile of looking at the whimper on Maria's face.

"Don't frown, you'll get old soon."

Maria sighed, drawing Gibran's hand which brushed the base of her nose. "Coko don't go on. I'm scared." Finally Maria expressed her heart which was obstructed.

For a moment the Gibran net was seen dimming. Then he smiled, peeping at Maria's cheeks. "I've put a tight guard in front and the lobby. You take it easy, it's safe here, nothing will happen. If so, I have prepared a special emergency road for us. I know you're still traumatized by yesterday's fire, right?" Gibran pulled Mary's hair back together.

Maria did not answer, but her silence meant yes. Maria is still afraid. No one knows when the disaster will come. For example, yesterday, who would have thought the hospital was on fire.

"Why do we have to live on a floor this high?" lamented Maria. "If there's another fire we'll have a hard time running."

"I told you I had everything ready. Don't think about it, you better take a break. Calm your mind. Remember our son, you can't stress."

Gibran rubbed Mary's stomach. Both of them lowered their heads, and the highlight was both turning warm. "I can't wait to see it."

Maria smile. He rubbed his stomach with Gibran. Their fingers are clinging there.

"Why am I no stranger to this feeling?" maria suddenly said.

Gibran. Mary looked at Gibran deeply. "It's not the first time I've felt this moment. I don't know why I suddenly feel familiar."

Gibran's heart was slipping. He stared fixedly at Mary who now looked back down to see their future children. That complicated look was not realized by Maria. Gibran gulped as a sudden tightness hit him like a godam.

We haven't felt this moment. No, maybe it's just me. You are the first to notice his presence.

"Koko why? How do his eyes water? Or did I see it wrong?" ask Maria who immediately made Gibran blink.

Unfortunately, it caused her tears to fall. Not much, just a drop. But of course it is a rare thing because as long as Maria knows Gibran never once cried.

Hastily Gibran wiped the corners of his eyes using his thumb. Suddenly he laughed. "I think I've contracted your sensitive nature."

Mary was silent, she was still doubtful of that reason. Moreover, Maria had seen there was deep sadness in her eyes.

Gibran why? Is it true that he contracted Maria's crybaby?