His Purpose
188. The Surprised: Our Blessing

Maria bizarre. Since she talked about the pregnancy program, Maria often quietly ignored it.

Gibran repeatedly asked the woman, and apologized if Gibran's request was burdensome and made Maria uncomfortable.

Gibran did not even go to the meeting because of this problem. He could not leave the house while his wife was angry.

"Sayang—"

"Sandra! Let's go, kid!"

"Where are you going?" ask Gibran to his wife who is ready to go with the child.

Sandra ran out of the elevator. He had just come down with Laura carrying the little girl's carrying bag.

"I'm coming, Mommy!"

Her cute voice was so in tune with her appearance. Sandra looks cute using a tutu skirt and short-sleeved shirt and two-painted hair.

He was wearing the souvenir shoes Gibran gave him yesterday. If calculated from top to bottom, the toddler's outfit can reach more than billions. Not yet the mama who is also full of trinkets branded goods.

Where are the two of them actually going?

Before long Harley appeared in formal clothes as usual. The man is ready to escort Sandra and Maria.

Gibran looked at Harley demanding an answer.

Harley politely lowered her head and replied. "We beg for permission, sir. Madam and Little Miss ask to be accompanied by a walk."

"Why should you accompany?" ask Gibran to doubt.

"Harley, come on." Maria had already stepped forward to the exit.

"Haly, come come!" Sandra was no less exclaiming.

Harley was a little uncomfortable with Gibran's gaze, but he nodded his head in disdain before finally following the two other women of that generation.

Gibran clenched his hands in annoyance. Maria might prefer Harley rather than herself to be invited to walk.

What does Harley have to pay for their groceries later? Obviously Gibran is more qualified when talking about shopping.

Until noon passed Gibran unceasingly paced waiting for them to come home. He had asked one of his men to stalk and investigate, but he said Maria and Sandra were just walking and shopping in the mall, the rest stopped by at the diner.

Gibran was grateful not to find anything strange. Infidelity is happening. It could have been Maria having an affair with Harley because Gibran had to admit that the man's appearance was quite decent to lure women. Sandra's proof always sticks with her.

"Why haven't they come home yet? Should I hook up?" Gibran glanced at the watch that showed at half-seven p.m.

Gibran delayed his dinner as he waited for Maria and Sandra.

"Sir, you better eat first. Who knows the Madam and Little Miss are eating out." Martha gave her advice.

But Gibran did not heed the woman's proposal. He waited for his wife's son at the front door.

"Ck."

Gibran clucked, ruffled his waist, walked back and forth while repeatedly checking his phone, hoping for a call from Maria or Sandra who also had a mobile phone.

"Geez, where are they going until this hour yet to come home?" gibran said in a monologue.

His voice began to look anxious and impatient. It's not like usual. Maria and Sandra had never come out this late before. At the most late afternoon I was home.

But now, Gibran has not even seen any signs of the appearance of the second nostril.

"Jeez, Oh my God ... How can I not be possessive if it's like this? It's a relief, "gibran's murmur while combing his hair in frustration.

"Just look at you Harley. I'll teach you a lesson after this."

Shortly after, Gibran's phone rang. Harley's name is listed there in an emergency tone.

Kontan Gibran stiffened and hurriedly received the call.

"Hello? Where are you guys? Why haven't you come home last night? Where are my wife and son?" ask Gibran streak.

There was the sound of breathing across there. Harley was impressed as she replied.

"Hhh ... Hhc ... Mr ..."

"Harley is speaking the truth! What the hell's going on? Why do I hear a noise there?" Gibran looks impatient.

For a long time Harley did not say until the man spoke very slowly. "Mr, Madam and Miss Sandra are in danger. We ... Hhc ... Hhh .. we ..."

Tut tut tut tut's.

A momentary continuous sound was heard.

"Harley!" yelled Gibran unapologetically. His rails have hardened instead of playing. What the hell is going on?

"Master .. we ..."

"Coko!! Dydy!! Hiks .. hiks .. hiks ... Aaaa... sakiitt!!"

Gibran's feet stopped pacing when he heard Maria and Sandra's voice there.

"Marya? Sandra's? What are you doing, honey? Baby answer Daddy!"

But after that it was only silence that Gibran got. A few seconds later the call was interrupted leaving Gibran in a gripping silence.

Gibran hurriedly ran out and boarded one of his cars in the basement. He tracks down where Maria and her daughter and Harley are.

Maria seemed to accidentally not wear her bracelet that was accompanied by a tracker. Gibran had to manually search for the woman's signal.

He managed to find the whereabouts of Maria who turned out to be in a five-star restaurant in the city center.

Gibran had to travel nearly an hour from the mansion, and it drove him mad from impatience.

Gibran closed the door of his car and immediately ran into the restaurant building.

Lonely, and .. Something is not right.

Why do the tables downstairs look messy, as if they have been looted? The lighting also looks dim.

Gibran's eyes were on guard. The atmosphere was so quiet that the sound of his breathing could be heard.

"Marya?"

"Sandra?"

"Harley!"

Gibran went down one by one floor there, until the time he arrived at the top floor.

Darkened. It was so dark that Gibran could see nothing but the night light from outside the window.

"Mary, where are you?" Gibran started to shake worriedly. Could they be kidnapped again? Who would dare to do anything to his family.

Gibran pulled out a cell phone intending to contact all his men, until suddenly a faint sound was heard not far from where he stood. Gibran's body was alarmed, he immediately mounted the horses and sharpened his hearing and instinct as a fighter.

"Siap—"

Dor's!

Www.toeeett ....!

"Happy birthday to you ... Happy birthday to you ... Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you .. yeeee!!"

"... Pa," whispered Gibran, continuing the disconnected sentence. His face was unusually dumb looking at the situation around him.

Mary who smiled widely while carrying a cake wrapped in 34, Sandra clapping her hands in the arms of Harley, Gabriel and Valencia who hugged each other carrying confetti in each hand.

Then there are also Roman, Rayan, Nick, Derick, Laura, and ... Martha?

Why are the two servants here? Wasn't it before Gibran left they were still at home?

The lights start off a little bright with a dim light. Martha who understood the contents of Gibran's mind then replied without being asked.

"Derick picked us up in his helicopter."

"What the fuck ..." sizzled Gibran still in disbelief.

He was overwhelmed with worry since morning, his body was still even trembling in panic at this moment. And it's all just a trick? What the—

No, Gibran could not curse when his eyes saw the radiant look of Mary and Sandra.

Maria, the woman approached giving a lightning kiss on her lips. Harley spontaneously closed Sandra's eyes until the little girl surged in her hands. "Haly, what ayu doing!" slow jolt.

"Silent ..."

"Happy birthday, my prince, my first love, my hero, and my beloved husband." Maria smiled in the shade in front of Gibran who was still shocked.

"You're everything in my life" continued Maria. "Happy birthday. May long life, healthy always, lots of sustenance, so that you can please me and Sandra more." The last sentence made Mary giggle to herself.

Gibran glanced at his wife. "This .. you ..." He is unable to say.

It feels too surprising. When was the last time you had a birthday surprise? Maybe when he first entered the Kindergarten, the mother was the most busy and enthusiastic preparing the party.

And .. many years ago when she and Maria were still together as lovers. The woman also prepared a gift even without a party. Because Gibran honestly doesn't like that kind of crowd.

"So .. You're not mad at me?" gibran asked half a whisper. "About yesterday .. I'm sorry."

Maria chuckled while shaking her head. Suddenly Sandra's voice burst forth among the others. "Dydy, hapi bedey! Yeaye ... Dydy added rickshaw."

Rayan snorted at the words of her grandson. "Get older, son. Not big."

Roman elbowed his son's besan. Basic don't know sikon. Rayan just slacking off. Aki-aki who refuses the old. It curses back in the heart.

Gibran turned around. He was again confused. "So this is all a trap? You all fooled me into panicking me, didn't you?" His view shifted to Harley.

The former aide of his mother grimaced while scratching his nape. Her sharp was nervous beside Alisandra who was soaring happily.

He also saw Nick. I don't know when the man came home from Switzerland and took part in this shitty plan.

Gabriel and his wife even flew in from Houston here. This has been planned for a long time.

"You're really ... you're also—" he pointed to Harley and Nick.

Maria immediately restrained her husband to stop talking. "Hold it, honey. Instead of you getting angry, mending blow the candles first, yuk. You don't pity to see me standing still? Pain, know. The cake is quite heavy," complained Maria.

Gibran let out his breath slowly. Patience, he said in his heart.

He looked down at the cake in Mary's hand. Tiramisu cake with simple but elegant decoration, he knows for sure one of the chefs in his house who make. Really sucks. Days away from home they begin to dare to fool him.

Not wanting to keep Maria waiting, Gibran started blowing 2 candles at once. Cheers of applause filled the room.

Once again they wish Gibran a happy birthday. I don't know what Gibran is feeling right now. A small smile rose on his lips.

Mary asks Gibran to cut the cake immediately. The man complies. He gave Mary her first bribe, then Sandra's last. The rest of it let's cut itself if you want, Gibran thought.

However, seeing someone there staring expectantly at him, Gibran finally stepped closer. He was Roman, the old man flickered fervently at the granddaughter who was now standing with a piece of cake in his hand.

Roman opened his mouth. But he had not spoken yet, Gibran had already drowned a spoonful of cake filling his mouth and tongue.

"Emp?"

Gibran looked at the old man. "Sniffles, not much. You have to maintain health so as not to get diabetes," he said in a flat tone tend to be ketus.

Did Gibran just worry about Roman? The man ... Gibran, the grandson, is watching his health.

Roman stared at Gibran's back, which had turned back to his wife. Maria also smiled warmly, she was happy to find the fact that her husband's heart began to melt in the people around him.

Maria then pulled out a small long box from her bag which she kept on one of the tables, then approached Gibran again who was also standing looking at her in the first place.

The two stared at each other until Mary arrived before Gibran. He held out the small box to the husband, who he accepted with a confused look.

"You gave me a present?"

Maria nodded with a smile. He signals Gibran to open it.

Slowly Gibran opened the box cover. The atmosphere is so quiet. Everyone was waiting for Gibran's response, who looked pecked at something in the box.

Now Gibran is stuck. "This—" He looked up asking Maria for an explanation.

Maria smile. "Koko wants another kid, right?" He looked back at Gibran. "We don't need a pregnancy program, because Sandra already has a sister here" she added, rubbing her stomach.

For God's sake, tell me that none of this is a dream. Tell me this isn't a pseudo-shadow. This happiness, this pleasure, all Gibran felt for real.

After a long life in a dark mud pit, Gibran often distrusted every time God sent this flowering feeling to him.

God, I'm especially sure of worshipping you in a better way.

I promise after all you've given me, I'll try to be your obedient servant.