His Purpose
147. Disclosed

"Mistress's dresses and jewels have arrived at the residence, sir." Nick reports after getting word from Tjandra's residence.

Gibran. "okay."

"We have also reserved the place as requested by you. The room you booked is also ready. You intend to invite the Madam directly to stay over, right?"

"Hm." Gibran muttered, then looked up at Nick. He thought for a moment before speaking. "Can you help Rayan Adibrata to occupy the highest share position in Adiwiguna?"

"Yes?"

"Make sure he's the next owner" Gibran said, not giving Nick the slightest chance of refuting.

"Good." Nick who totality also refused to refuse. For Nick Gibran orders above all else.

The afternoon faded. Dusk greeted where Gibran was preparing. The black suit she picked was exactly like the one Maria had dressed in a few hours ago. Tonight Gibran will realize his pending wish. Dinner with Maria.

After putting on his shoes, Gibran walked out of his private room. Nick, who was playing a cell phone on the sofa, got up when he realized his master was ready.

"Master is done?"

"Yes" Gibran said briefly, wearing a watch.

Nick nodded. He followed Gibran who began to move out. Not to forget Nick installed special security on the door of the Gibran workspace.

They entered the elevator and went down to the basement. The appearance of a luxury parking lot with a flash of marble and blue latitude on each space boundary adds an exclusive impression on the basement.

Nick pressed the key, and one of the cars lit up. The car approached them by itself. Its perfectly shiny metallic black almost resembles a mirror, reflecting the image as a whole.

Nick opens the passenger door for Gibran, while he turns toward the wheel and immediately drives the super-luxury car as the parking gate is lifted slowly as the system automatically scans Gibran's holdings.

The gate was closed shortly after Gibran's car made it out. The road is still quite jammed because it is still time to go home from work.

Gibran stared out the window as he occasionally glanced at his phone which he kept beside the chair. There were no messages or missed calls from Maria. Last night they had a little feud. Gibran also ignored Mary a little from the morning.

"Mary what are you doing?" ask Gibran random.

Nick glanced strangely. Isn't she her husband? Why ask someone else?

"I don't know, Sir. Is he ready, or perhaps finished? Who knows?" Nick sniffing.

There was no more conversation between them until the car arrived in front of the lobby of a star hotel. Nick exits first opening the door for Gibran, then prepares to park the car into the basement.

Gibran briefly tidied up the front of his suit as he stepped into the revolving lobby door. A formally dressed man approached Gibran and drove him to the 30th floor of the building.

Gibran sat at a table previously reserved by Nick. One leg rested on his knees, his eyes pointing out the glittering night window of Jakarta.

At first glance he glanced at the watch in his hand which pointed at eighteen pas. Gibran was a punctual man, but he did not mind Mary's habit of being late long ago.

As the woman once said, women take longer to perform optimally. No problem, Gibran never got angry even though Maria lingered in the room, he liked his wife to look beautiful, one of the reasons Gibran gave special attention in terms of Mary's care.

However, a beautiful wife is a reflection of the financial life of a husband. Mary was beautiful from birth, and Gibran tried to keep it all with his money.

"Sir, Madam is on her way here" Nick reported via a short message that only Gibran read.

He looked back at the window before his attention was swayed by someone's arrival. Gibran frowned looking at the shadow on the large glass beside him.

He then looked. Sure enough, the younger brother, Gabriel Wiranata stood with his sturdy body in front of Gibran.

His vision was alarmed, hoping that Mary had not yet arrived and saw them.

Gibran turned to Gabriel, who was now sitting opposite him. "What are you doing?" ask him again.

Gabriel remained silent for a long time until he opened his voice. His scarf looks bad. Cloudy shrouded his face which was now looking down at the hand link on the table.

"Valen miscarried," she whispered almost silently.

"What?"

"It's all because of me. He never said, but I know he thinks too much because we haven't been married until now."

"Gabriel, wait—"

"Surely he thought I was just playing around and had no serious intentions."

"He's upset. I don't know, we're both saddened by this loss. But, Sister .. she .. she ..." Gabriel looks up. "He was taken away by his family."

Gibran's forehead is wrinkled. "How can you?"

Gabriel continued on. "I was too panicked when I saw the bleeding. I didn't pay much attention to which hospital I went to because in my mind only one, our baby survived."

"Forget the fact that we're always being watched. And stupidly I was off guard. We had a fight, for not wanting to magnify my troubles out for a moment. I'm afraid my explosive words are hurting her even more."

"El, briefly. Relax, okay? I'll help you, but not now. You really have to go. Maria is here soon." Gibran did not stop glancing around.

"Did Brother not have the slightest empathy?"

"Gabriel Wiranata, please!"

"I'm willing to follow your plan to marry Mary. I was even willing to disappear from the existence of the world and live a life of moving with Valencia. But, now you, now you're asking me to leave? Any more?"

"Say, how long do I have to live like this? Tell me when are you going to officially break off your engagement with Valencia? Say, Brother! When can I be free?"

"Say we can talk about this later. Now you're gone before Maria sees you!" hiss Gibran sharp.

But late. The sound of objects falling not far from them managed to attract the attention of the two.

Gibran was most surprised to see Mary. He had even subconsciously risen with an incredible horrified face. Gibran's expression was already indescribable as Mary muttered softly almost like a whisper.

"El?"

Gabriel stood up. He did not know what to say when their eyes met. Her eye reflexes dropped looking at Maria's clearly protruding belly behind her beautiful evening dress.

The painful feeling came back considering he had just lost a baby candidate from Valencia.

"What-what's this? You guys ...?"

"Plum—"

Mary held Gibran in one hand. His focus was still on Gabriel who had repeatedly avoided his gaze.

"What did I hear? Can anyone explain?"