His Purpose
19. Warm Pagutan

"Master. Lusty!" Nick ran into the meeting room which was crowded at the time.

Knowing himself to be the center of attention, Nick also tried a little more calmly approached his master. He cleared his throat, nodding lightly to the meetingmen to apologize. His feet then approached Gibran who was sitting at the end of the table, looking at him expressionlessly.

He leaned over to whisper, "Master, Madam disappeared."

Silent. Nick stayed away, trying to observe Gibran's reaction, which apparently did not change. The man still remained calm leaning back in his chair.

But soon after Gibran stood up, paused his meeting for a while and then took Nick out.

"What do you mean?" gibran asked as they slightly moved away from the meeting room door.

"I got a call from Marta. Reportedly the Madam disappeared, right after ushering in Mr. Tjandra's return."

"He asked for a short walk unaccompanied."

Gibran. Put his hand in his pocket. His eyes turned towards the giant window, staring outwards.

"Have you checked the CCTV?"

Nick replied, "It's been. The last lady was seen in the western corridor. The rest I don't know because some of the CCTVs in there are broken and have not been repaired."

Gibran. "Not repaired?" His forehead creased, even his voice contained dissatisfaction.

Nick lowered his head, "Right, sir. I'm sorry."

He was completely neglectful to carry out his duties. Supposedly, after knowing the CCTV was damaged right yesterday, he immediately replaced it with a new one.

"Well what are you doing? Wait what else? Get all the guards to comb the whole house." Gibran stared hard at Nick.

"A-There's another problem, sir." Nick was nervous.

"What else?"

"Moru is out of the cage" he tweeted.

***

Elsewhere, the atmosphere of the Gibran mansion seemed to be extremely busy. The servants and guards went back and forth looking for Maria. They are running around on alert as Gibran's wild pet is said to have escaped from the cage. The officer in question is trying to find him.

"I told you, the idea of letting the Madam walk around on her own is not a good thing. Last time the madam almost died of drowning. And you see now, madam is nowhere to be found." Marta looks upset Laura who can only be petrified.

No one knew the girl's heart was too heavy. He was very worried and felt guilty. What the Chief Servant said was correct. He should have stayed with Mary because the mistress did not know very well the ins and outs of the residence.

Not to mention, the news of his master's beloved white tiger that released further added to the unrest. They could not totality do the search for fear of meeting that one savage beast.

No. gabe. Laura shakes. He did not dare and could not think of any other possibility beyond that. He has great hope in God, may Mary be protected wherever and under any circumstances.

"Prepare all the drones we've got. We'll monitor from above."

The familiar cold heavy voice made Laura, Marta, and several other servants turn their heads. Gibran walks from the entrance with Nick and the five bodyguards who follow him behind.

Instantly everyone fell down. No one dared to raise their heads as the man passed in front of them. Moreover, they realized Gibran's eyes had narrowed sharply.

Marta turned her head, glancing at all the servants working under her guidance. Gibran and his entourage have passed, most likely targeting the CCTV room at the east end.

"While we can be free, no one knows what punishment you will be given. You guys get ready." Marta looked at her men, especially Laura who she thought had a big hand in this. How not, Laura who insisted on letting Maria go alone.

In addition to the busyness of the occupants of the mansion, Maria actually curled behind one of the bending living fences, trying to hide her body by hugging her knees.

His body shuddered and shivered. His hands smothered his mouth, afraid to make a sound even though it was small. It was a miracle he survived the tiger. Maria distracts the animal by throwing the sandal she is wearing in the other direction, then goes away quietly without a sound.

And now, he could only freeze, not knowing what to do. It was impossible to get out of this labyrinth. Moreover, his breathing had started to cramp.

It was just bright, for how many hours Maria curled up there and held her breath. He breathes very carefully. The tiger's hearing is very sensitive, they can even hear the sound of the friction of the cloth we wear.

Maria was frustrated, she gave up. For the time being he could only sustain his life in such a manner. I don't know when he'll survive. The air was getting colder next to the sky that was starting to darken. Mary did not know whether it was cumulus rain water or it was already afternoon. Mary was tired of thinking.

Slowly his eyes closed. The sleepiness began to feel heavy for him to bear. His hearing began to blur. His skin seemed numb, his joints felt stiff. His chest grew increasingly engulfed with breath.

Maria was already unconcerned about the possibility of the tiger coming and pounced on her. He had a hard time taking oxygen. His body shivered with cold. Suddenly Maria regretted only wearing a dress without a coat before. Who would have thought it would be what it is now.

As her consciousness slowly dwindled, Mary faintly heard the sound of steps approaching her. Is that a tiger? Lord, if the end is indeed near, please say hello to Rayan, tell her that Mary loves her very much.

Something started touching him. His body reflexes slightly jumped and shriveled. Maria looked up and prepared to scream as loud as she saw a stiff and frozen face and sharp narrow eyes.

Gibran raised his index finger to the front of his lips as a signal to keep Mary still. The man moved carefully eroding the distance. For a moment his look was transfixed as their skin touched. It turned out that Gibran felt Mary's ice-cold body.

He immediately took off his coat and covered the woman. Mary who is limp and less responsive just complies. Including when the man held her into a hug.

The roar that then slowly disappeared made Gibran think his man had already managed to secure Moru— his pet white tiger.

He looked down at Maria who was drowning in his arms. The woman's body was very stiff. His skin was cold and pierced Gibran. Those eyes blinked slowly, slowly opening up to make them meet with a glance.

Maria's breath was weak, her gaze was soft. He had no energy when suddenly Gibran's face approached.

Mary had no idea what the man was going to do. All he remembered was that soon his lips were covered in warmth that flowed all over the nerves until his joints were frozen.

The pagutan feels real. However, her semi-conscious state made Mary think she was dreaming. Maybe soon he will die, so he can see and feel the impossible.