His Purpose
149. Distant by Nigh

Rayan's question really tested it. Gibran knows it. Rayan was clearly the same as Gibran who was worried about Mary's memory. Maria's condition really created a dilemma.

On one hand Gibran wanted Mary to recover from her amnesia, but on the other she feared something terrible would happen to Mary if it did.

Nosebleeds experienced by Maria some time ago made Gibran always filled with feelings of uneasiness. Maria could have remembered events in the past by seeing things that are familiar.

Maria may not realize, but she's been dreaming ever since they got married. Gibran concluded that Mary felt familiar with her presence.

Breath came out of Gibran's mouth as his head lowered. He was still faithful in front of Maria's room, Rayan had even left since an hour ago.

Gibran sat leaning against the door, his hands resting on both knees. While his eyes were closed, either tired or thinking.

A small hug is often heard from within. Has Mary stopped crying?

Gibran looked at the door behind him. Slowly, he placed his hands there while gluing the sides of his head, hoping that his ears would have more access to Mary's voice.

"Darling?" call smooth.

There's no answer. Obviously Maria would not say. He's getting mad.

"Darling, you heard, right?"

"I know you heard me" Gibran continued. "Perhaps sorry is not enough to erase your disappointment. Yes, our marriage was intentional. I planned it."

Silent. There was no movement from Maria. Is he sleeping?

"I made Gabriel leave you. I'm the one who made a little shake at your papa's company. All that I'm doing is so you have no choice but to marry me."

"I'm sorry."

"You can be mad at me, but please don't hate me."

"I married you because I wanted you. There is no specific meaning whatsoever. Please believe me."

"And as for my relationship with Valencia, we've decided that a long time ago. He and I have no match. He has his choice of man as well as I do."

"I married you because I chose you. I'm sorry if my actions were too rude to hurt you at the beginning of our marriage. Maybe I'm impressed to take you from Gabriel. I admit it's wrong, and I won't shirk that fact."

"One thing you need to know, all that madness I did was out of a strong desire to have you."

"I'm selfish? Is correct. I'm evil that's true too. You can call me anything. The fact is I'm crazy because of you."

"Maybe you don't remember our meeting a year ago. Bali, I saw you there."

"You look beautiful under the twilight sky. Your silhouette is so beautiful that I can't take a second to look away."

"Since then you've made me crazy to want to have you. I don't even care if you have a lover even if it's my sister."

"You made me fall in love." Again.

Gibran did not lie about the meeting. He deliberately followed Maria to Bali because the woman was on vacation with Gabriel.

"I'm sorry, Plum. I really apologize to you. Please .. please, let me enter, Honey. I want to see you."

"You haven't eaten yet, honey. Come on, get out first. I promise I won't talk anymore. If you don't want to see me, I'm willing to step aside for your convenience. You have to eat, honey. For our son."

Still no answer. Maria wouldn't even open the lock even though Gibran was a little away from his room. Half an hour Gibran watches Maria's bedroom door. Did that woman really sleep?

Gibran sighed, he went down for a while looking for a waiter.

"Sorry, is there a spare key to the room above?" gibran asked one of the servants who happened to pass by.

"Whose room, sir?"

"Marya."

Gibran was throwing his breath rough. He gestured for the servant to leave while he went back upstairs.

Gibran turned his brain, looking for a way to get into Mary's room without breaking the door, which was when Mary got angry with him.

For a moment his foot stepped to the edge of the window. Maria's balcony is quite close. Finally, with his usual dexterity, Gibran opened the suit and rolled his shirt arm up to the elbow.

Gibran opened the ledge and started climbing it. For a moment he looked to the side making a calculation. And once convinced, Gibran held firmly on one of the shutters to make it swing.

It was then that Gibran grabbed the balcony railing and jumped at it quickly. Gibran crouched down with one knee touching the floor. He glanced at the tightly shut window of Mary's room, the light darkened.

Mary does not like dark. What did he do with such minimal lighting?

Tok to tok.

"Plum, it's me. Open the door, honey."

There is still no lawfulness. Does Gibran really have to break it? But he has been struggling not to ruin anything.

Once again Gibran knocked to be sure. "Plums?"

Tok to tok.

Stay silent. Gibran took a long breath. "I know you're angry, but don't miss a meal. Just a minute, get out, honey."

Gibran retreated and accidentally slipped his hand as he grabbed the balcony handle. Consequently ...

Brak! Bruk!

The sound of falling objects managed to make noise in the middle of the night. And that's when the balcony door opened violently to make a loud noise from the impact of glass.

Maria gasps there. The highlight radiated worryingly staring at Gibran who was currently fluttering on the edge of the passageway.

The eyes of both meet without being prevented. Mary scanned from top to bottom the entire body of Gibran.

The guy's fine.

"Plums?" whispered Gibran slightly stammered.

It justifies its position that was originally bent to hold tightly to the fence. Gibran straightened the body. It's a shame, Maria must have seen it so silly earlier.

Gibran accidentally nudged a flower pot when his hand reflexively looked for a grip when it was about to fall.

"Ah .. That, the pot broke. Sorry," Gibran said as he scratched his hair slowly.

Why is the atmosphere so awkward like this?

But Mary's anxious look really made Gibran happy and relieved.

"We ... eat, yuk?"

Mary was silent, and it seemed that she was still reluctant to speak. Just as his hand was about to close the sliding door again, Gibran quickly held it back and pushed Maria inside.

"Damn it, what are you doing?!" Mary rebelled and beat Gibran angrily.

"Don't curse, dear. Your lips are too sweet for that."

"Aarr!!!" Maria did not stop beating Gibran who now feels like winning.

Gibran hugged Mary tightly at once gently. He kissed her fragrant hair while being closed, regardless of Mary who was now looking at him in disbelief.

"Suck, Koko deliberately pretended to fall so I could get out, right?!" Maria shouted in annoyance.

Gibran smiled gently. He rubbed the temple of Mary with his long index finger. "That means you care about me, Plum. Even in any rage."