His Purpose
134. Not Say but Do

Abhimanyu pegged for a moment to see Sandra's existence. I never thought they would meet again in the same place. It turns out that they are involved in a single company.

Abhi just found out the woman was also one of the shareholders of the Grand Hotel he visited at this time. There was an investor meeting that required Abhi to come here.

"Hi, Sexy old man ..." Sandra waved small with graceful movements. His eyebrows shot up indicating he was also quite surprised.

It's nonsense. Sandra must know Abhi's coming. Abhi ignored the woman's greeting, he breezed into the elevator followed by Jo, the secretary who doubles as his assistant.

He also did not react when Sandra entered the same elevator. They were silent, though Abhi occasionally found Sandra glancing at him with a flirting flirt.

Typical of that woman once.

Abhi ignored him until they arrived on the same floor. He is a professional man who will not involve personal problems with work. Therefore, as much as possible Abhi did not consider the existence of Sandra even though they were in one room.

During the meeting Sandra did not loosely roll her eyes at Abhi. His eyes winked flirtatiously every time they clashed unintentionally. One coincidence required that the two sit opposite each other.

Although initially ordinary for a long time Abhi also felt sick. Especially on some occasions Sandra seemed to accidentally nudge Abhi's shoes under the table.

It could have been someone else who did it accidentally, but seeing a grin on Sandra's lips, Abhi was sure one hundred percent of the woman was trying to tease her.

Fucking devil!

Throughout the meeting Abhi tried to focus and finally he could sigh in relief when the meeting ended. He moved out of the room with Jo. But then he stopped when he arrived in front of the elevator.

Abhi turned to look at his assistant. "You go down first, I'll follow you."

Jo was powerless to argue, he nodded reluctantly and quickly entered the elevator to get off first.

Abhi changed her foot to the toilet. After taking off his wish he immediately came out and unexpectedly his feet stopped a few steps from the hallway.

Sandra and a man were making out there. The man looked greedily smirking between his necks when their gaze accidentally met. Sandra smiled casually as she tried to slowly release the embrace of the man who occasionally swayed her body.

Abhi threw away his face and kept walking straight. With a flat face he passed the two cursed men. Abhi had found Sandra's glance which looked at him meaningfully.

I don't know what else the woman is planning.

***

Maria blinked looking straight at the sofa. It's still daytime, but Gibran's sleeping that late. The laptop on his lap is still open. It seems that lately Gibran rarely sleeps. He was often awakened by Mary.

Mary felt guilty and sorry. Seeing Gibran who was like fatigue made him so heartless. He wanted to pee. Yes, it is alone.

Maria lowered her feet from the bed and walked slowly into the bathroom. He was grateful that the patient's shirt this time was not the type that used pants, but a canal along the knee that made it easier for Maria to open the loincloth even with one hand.

Maria let out a sigh of relief as the insistence was successfully released. He came out and was surprised to find Gibran standing in front of him.

The man sat while staring hard. Maria grimaced as if she had been caught wrong. "Ko-Koko looks really good. I feel bad if I have to wake up" said Maria.

Gibran made no sound, he led Mary back to the bed and made sure she was comfortable. Because Mary often complained every time her bed was made flat, Gibran set her position to be half lying down.

A noise suddenly sounded from outside. Both Gibran and Maria stared at the door. Slowly come out of Gibran's mouth. He cursed anyone who dared to disturb the peace.

"I'm grandfather! I deserve to enter!" The cry sounded faint.

Gibran stopped his new move halfway.

"Sir, I'm sorry we didn't hold him back. This old man keeps forcing his way in."

The man who turned out to be Romanjaya Wiranata turned his head fiercely at the guards who had just spoken. "Old man?"

Roman's unacceptable expression involuntarily made the bodyguard blink. Roman grunting. "Huh, you don't yet know how hard this old man's punch is."

"Grandfather?" call Maria. He was a little jump when the glance moved on him.

"Grandpa!" firmly Roman.

"Ah, yes ... Grandpa," ringis Maria. He smiled while scratching his jaw.

This situation feels awkward. Moreover, Gibran seemed to be silent without doing anything. Maria was not sure of the man's look because she could only see his back. But it is certain that Gibran's expression is no more than flat.

"Master?" The bodyguard looked at Gibran waiting for orders.

And then Gibran just sniffed asking him out. Roman smiled triumphantly at the bodyguard.

"Well, how brave he is to be with a VVIP guest like me" he murmured. But the look gradually disappeared when his eyes met with Gibran.

Roman pursed his lips. His behavior was like a child who was afraid of being scolded by his parents.

Unknowingly Mary laughed. He nodded slowly, attracting the attention of the two men. Now it was Mary's turn that silenced Gibran's gaze. He grimaced before smiling sweetly and throwing a spoiled wink.

Mary looked at Roman. "Grandpa alone?"

Roman answered half the prestige. It turned out that he was still pretending to be snubbed at Maria. "I'm an important person, it's impossible to travel alone. Well ... minimum with driver."

Maria smelled a funny smile. He nodded pretending to understand. "Oh, so. So, Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

Roman looked confused now. He seemed reluctant to answer Mary's question.

"Grandpa must be worried about me" said Maria.

"Who said? I just wanted to make sure because Abhimanyu said he'd have a grandson soon."

Mary glanced at the loyal Gibran speechless. But without anyone knowing he was grateful because Gibran was not so hostile to his grandfather as usual. The proof is that he did nothing or said ketus with hurtful words as the man often did.

Maria smiled at Roman. "Grandpa curious? Curious about this, dong. He said he wanted to make sure? How do you know that Grandpa continues to stand far away?"

Roman slightly glanced at Gibran, but the grandson ignored him and sauntered toward the sofa, checking back on his laptop that had been abandoned.

Does that mean Gibran allowed Roman to stay here longer?

Maria's heart warmed. He told me Gibran wasn't as loud as people see him. He was indeed a lot silent, but his actions seemed to confirm an answer.

"Wait for what else? Comeoverhere. Look, my stomach's grown." Mary called out to Roman.

At last Roman approached, and Mary smiled broadly to greet the man in her stomach.