His Purpose
137. Clarets

Dor's!

The sound of gunfire broke the air until the birds ran away. The atmosphere in the middle of the forest was very tense. Five bodies lay horribly with each gunshot wound to their heads.

Not yet dry the slash wound in the hand, now his fifth fate floated in the hands of a plotter.

Willis is the second largest mafia group in the United States. Whoever dares to make a deal, then must be prepared with the risk of losing. Life is a bet, and Eden has made a mistake.

The flash drive contains data from a Philippine branch that Gibran destroyed yesterday's headquarters. That memory has been equipped with super high device security, but Gibran easily broke into all the keys.

That's what makes Sandra Willis emotional. In the snap of Gibran's finger has successfully burned billions of dollars of Willis' profits.

That kid is a fucking demon.

Harley lowered his rifle to the side of the body. He stood still for a moment staring at the corpses with a rippling look. He then signaled to the people behind him to immediately carry the lifeless humans and burn them without a trace, melting them beyond the ashes.

While he turned around, pressed handsfree in the ear and walked while saying. "Everything's done."

Sandra Willis smiled with satisfaction at the information. "good. Be sure to delete their population data."

"Good."

Call ended. Harley looked back for a moment, his men had finished sweeping the corpses and clearing the blood and other traces until the place returned to its original state. Clean and beautiful like an ordinary forest without inhabitants.

At home, Maria was busy eating snacks with selonjoran legs on the mattress. The television in front of him aired a romantic scene of a Korean drama that has recently been loved by women.

From toddlers to adults, all have Korean fever.

"Gosh, if Koko was an actor she would have a lot of fans. Unfortunately, he cannot act. His face was like a piece of wood. Want to be angry, sad, happy, his expression remains so-so."

"But, lately he's been quite expressive, anyway," continued Maria monologue.

"Geez, the kiss isn't cool. Are they doing movies or having a wedding? The watching is also less gregety, less hot and tempestuous."

Maria was like a commentator in an audition. He continued to talk criticizing and judging all the scenes, even the physical players can not be separated from the condemnation.

"More handsome Koko." Maria grunts. "He lacks totality as a cold man. Her face looks like a doll so, how can she feel."

Like there is no satisfaction in denouncing the ugliness of people, Mary seemed to forget the wise sentence she got from elementary school. Before judging the ugliness of people look at the ugliness of themselves.

He even sneered at the cost of production that did not seem to play games. "As a drama that takes on an overseas background, it shouldn't have this disappointing result."

"Hey, why should they take new artists as players?"

In the midst of her grunts Maria's eyes were made transfixed by a scene. No, it wasn't the kiss scene that caught his attention. However, somehow the background behind them is so familiar.

Did Maria ever go to Switzerland? Maybe he was on vacation with his dad. Uh, it doesn't seem to.

Maria's mind was in a mess. He did not know why there was a sense of familiarity when he saw the setting of the place in the last scene of the drama.

His head was pulsing. Dizziness struck to make Maria reflex holding her forehead which is now deeply wrinkled.

What's up with him? Why does her brain memory seem to be stirred up to display a random shadow that Maria had never previously remembered.

"Awc ..."

Just when the door opened it featured Rayan who seemed to have just returned home from work. The man immediately ran over and called out Maria's name.

"Marya?" Rayan held her daughter's shoulder. "You why? Hey?"

It was hard for Mary to see her father. "I-I don't know. My head was suddenly very dizzy," lamented Maria.

A moment later Rayan glared. "Son .." call her slowly with a look of horror.

Maria looked at Rayan asking. But his hand reflexively touched the nose that suddenly felt wet. Mary fell silent to find what she had just touched.

Bloods.

Maria looked back at Rayan and shook her head. "A-I .. I don't know. Papa ... i-this is why?" Mary's voice trembled and weakened.

His vision began to be vague and blurry, until the last thing he remembered was the loud cry of Rayan calling the maid and continuing to shake her body which had been falling unconscious ever since.

"Plums?"

"Plum, wake up, baby."

A whisper struck Mary's ear. He tried to take over consciousness. And when she opened her eyes, Gibran's worried look was the first Maria saw.

"Koko," he whispered slowly.

Maria looked around. It's still his room. Thank goodness he didn't wake up in the hospital.

Gibran led her to sit down and immediately set a pillow behind Mary's back. The man gave her a drink that Maria immediately gulped in half.

Gibran again kept the glass in the nightstand, then fully focused on Maria.

"What's wrong? Papa said you were nosebleed?"

Mary silence. He remembered now, the incident before fainting earlier.

"The doctor has checked you. She said ..." Gibran seemed hesitant to say.

"What words?" urged Maria curious.

Gibran. "You are tired of thinking" he replied diplomatically.

It is impossible to say clearly that it was caused by a memory forcing its way in.

Gibran immediately took Mary into his arms. He rubbed and kissed Mary's head full of feeling. In silence Gibran thought, his eyes staring blankly at the back of the bed half-awed.

Unknowingly his embrace tightened recalling the doctor's explanation of Maria's true condition. His eyes were closed because he could not imagine more.

"Please be healthy always" Gibran said suddenly.

Maria frowned. "I mean Koko?"

There was a pause just before Gibran replied. "I can't watch you get sick."

Maria smiled slightly returning Gibran's embrace with one hand and leaned limply against his chest. "Everybody can get sick, Ko. Only God cannot be sick. He even has the authority to take lives."

"Why do you sound creepy?"

Maria chuckles. "Why? Koko's afraid of dying, huh?" said lightly.

Mary did not know that such a light sentence was the heavy stone that struck Gibran's head.

I'm afraid you're leaving me.

"Not always get sick. Not only am I worried, your father is worried too."

"Yes ..." Then Maria nodded. He kept his body away from Gibran. "By the way Koko owes me one explanation."

"What explanation?"

Maria clucking. "Have done something wrong, now don't even want to admit a mistake."

Gibran. His chest is still not free from the feeling of tightness. "What's wrong?"

Now Mary's eyes narrowed at Gibran. "So why don't you go say something?" todong Maria is demanding. "Have forgotten how to say goodbye to your wife?"

"I just got home from the hospital. Koko's time didn't even take me to my room? Even go as if there is no burden."

This question Gibran had expected Mary to lay down. But Gibran had not prepared a single reason that Mary could have easily understood.

There's no way Gibran said it was because of his in-laws, right? Mary will not believe, nor will the fall be like slander.

"Ah, that. My wallet was left in the hospital. That's why I asked Nick to come back there. Then there's work. Sorry I didn't get to say. I thought you already knew because I also had time to tell Papa you."

To quell Mary's annoyance, Gibran immediately kissed her lips affectionately.

You should be fine, Plum.