His Purpose
AFTER HIS PURPOSE

Harley opened the door for Gibran. The man breezed down from the car elegantly. Gibran pulled for a moment his matted suit, then stepped into the lobby followed by Harley behind him.

He was greeted by the boutique owner who was an old man. Franky is a professional fashion designer.

"Welcome, Sir. Come on, your suit is already waiting upstairs."

Gibran nodded, walking after Franky who took him to the second floor of the luxury boutique. The purpose of Gibran here is indeed to try the suit that some time ago ordered.

They also arrived in a spacious room with many neatly arranged clothes. Franky invites Gibran to sit down while he goes to another room to pick up a suit. The man also entertained Gibran with various types of high quality alcoholic beverages.

Harley stood beside him without getting bored. One of the points that Gibran likes from his former aide mother is his silence that does not talk much, in contrast to Nick who is a little chatty and often makes dizzy. Both have strong intelligence. Gibran did not hesitate to pay their high salary.

Franky came with a mannequin with the help of one of his employees. A suit that looks slippery and elegant wrapped fitting mannequin half the body.

"Please, Sir."

Gibran stood up, stepping around the masterpiece of a Franky who was often admired by the world. His eyes were watching as if he was judging.

Of course this makes Franky anxious himself. Of the many top customers, Gibran was the one who most intimidated him, making him many times more thorough and careful in making clothes.

Unexpectedly Gibran just nodded small. "Not bad" he said.

Not bad. That means not bad but not good either. Seriously? Franky who is usually praised even by princes from various countries feel small.

Justjust wonderful. True as the rumors say, Gibran Wiranata is a very brave person in his opinion. Franky was amazed.

Gibran turned to Harley, his eyes sniffing towards the suit which the man immediately understood. Harley quickly took care of the packaging and payment of the suit and overtook Gibran who had already gone down.

"What time does Mary come home?" gibran asked, glancing at the watch. His long legs swung out of the lobby.

Harley immediately opened the car door for the man and then replied. "This afternoon, sir."

Gibran nodded in understanding. He also immediately let his body enter the car. Franky and some of his employees stood in front of the boutique to escort Gibran away.

They bowed respectfully as the man's luxurious car rolled away from the courtyard.

Gibran stared quietly out the window. She misses Maria and her sons who are not home this week. They are on vacation, and Gibran believes the three are still sulking because he failed to come as planned.

It is evident that none of Gibran's calls were received. Whether it's Maria or Alisandra, both of them compactly refuse the phone if he calls.

If it wasn't for his new project that was suddenly in trouble, Gibran wouldn't have immediately broken his promise. But how else, he does not want to lose if he remains desperate to vacation with them.

Car pulled over on the mansion grounds. Gibran went straight down before Harley opened the door. Kontan Harley was embarrassed to feel less agile.

Harley immediately took Gibran's new suit and followed the man into the mansion, handing the still-wrapped suit to Marta who greeted them in the front room.

***

In the afternoon, just as Harley said Maria came home in Gibran's private helicopter that landed smoothly on the runway.

I don't know who asked Derick to pick her up at the airport. Gibran said he did not know because Maria and Alisandra were angry with him. Gibran only occasionally gets word from Harley or his other men. The rest of Mary seems to deliberately silence them so as not to inform her.

Gibran waited in the corridor, standing drowning his hands in his pockets. From a distance, Alisandra ran while holding her hair that was fluttering with the wind. Maria and Alison in her arms.

The woman hugged their son tightly, trying to protect him from the fierce gale of a helicopter propeller.

"Well!! Princess come homeee ...!!"

Not Gibran the first Alisandra welcomed, but Harley. Damnit. Suddenly Gibran envied his own assistant.

It was a sniff that instantly made Harley momentarily grimace inwardly. Harley welcomed Alisandra who jumped as soon as she got in front of him.

Harley hugged the 6-year-old girl tightly, afraid that her body would fall which would make Gibran even more rampage at her.

While Gibran himself smiled seeing Maria and Alison walking towards him. He prepares to take them in his arms.

However, instead of responding to Gibran's smile, Maria instead brought Alison past him entering the mansion.

While Gibran was silent, he snorted in disbelief as he watched the wife's back which had just been crooked.

Damn, this sucks. This time Gibran had to spend how many billions to persuade them. The last time his son and wife sulked, Gibran poured nearly 1 trillion out of his account.

Alisandra is not playing, she is further down the nature of Maria. The difference is that the little girl never takes responsibility if she pranks her.

If Nick says, this must be because Mary who craves likes to squander money when pregnant. How not, I don't know how much loss Gibran experienced when Maria was pregnant Alisandra.

In contrast to the second pregnancy, Maria almost never do anything except ask for food that fortunately is still easy to find.

"Haly, I got a new swimsuit. You'll be with me, okay?"

Exasperated by the neglect, Gibran turned to enter his house. Why did none of them ignore his existence.

Doesn't Alisandra miss him? Doesn't Mary long for warmth?

Entering the room, Gibran finds Maria breastfeeding Alison. The boy, who is 4 months away from turning 2, blinked and realized Gibran's presence.

The boy took off his mouthful and turned his head, he had a funny voice looking at Gibran with his cute face. His round eyes blinked innocently. Absolutely adorable and managed to make the turbid look of Gibran instantly warm.

Gibran smiled looking at his shady son. He approached, setting himself on the edge of the bed, right next to Alison who was lying in Mary's arms.

Gibran bowed to kiss the son's face in dismay. Unlike Alisandra who is thick with American Sandra Willis blood, Alison actually took a blend between herself and Maria.

"I miss you so much, Boy."

"Didy?" alison's chattering a little bit of a pang.

"Hm?" Gibran turned away his face and commented a smile looking at the son.

"Didy."

Gibran knew Alison was only calling him randomly, the boy was actively practicing speech.

It was evident from a moment later that he went back to his mother looking for milk. Unknowingly Gibran chuckled at that. He had often watched his children drink breast milk, and somehow the scene always managed to make Gibran's heart feel warm and serene.

Gibran looked up at Mary, and at that moment he also found Mary staring at him. Kontan Gibran pulled both lines of his lips to smile.

He reached out to touch the wife's cheek, rubbing it gently. "Sorry" he whispered softly. "I don't want to go on vacation with you guys, but this project is really not what I can leave."

Maria was silent for a long time. Gibran had resigned had the woman kicked him and forbade him from sleeping together.

But unexpectedly Maria smiled. "I knew. I realize I'm selfish. After that Koko spends less and less time for us," he lamented half a whisper.

He saw Alison start blinking I was holding back the sleepiness, surely soon the boy fell asleep.

Gibran smiled faintly. He realized very rarely took the time to gather with family. And Gibran feels so guilty for it.

"I'm so sorry, Honey. You must be tired of taking care of our own children. After this I promise we'll have a vacation together."

"Where are you going? English, Korean, Japanese, Santorini? Tell me, where is the list of Alisandra's next vacation? After this project was finished I spent a month. We can definitely have family time together."

Maria nodded slowly. He looked at Gibran feelingly, but there was a bit of disappointment that Gibran found there.

"We don't need to travel abroad" he whispered. "All we want is Koko. Koko is spending time with us, not others" continued Maria sadly.

"I think Koko has changed. As it turns out, Koko still thinks that money can solve everything."

"Coko thinks by buying luxury goods, expensive streets to persuade us is the best move? What's the point of a far and good place if Koko still likes to attach importance to work when we're together?"

"Vacation doesn't have to be far away. Our back garden, the greenhouse, the pine garden, if Koko is serious about spending time with us, she said, it's much more quality than we travel abroad but often I take care of our own children. Koko may feel safe because she's paid for the bodyguard, but we're not comfortable. I want Koko to be our protector, not them."

That was when Gibran felt stunned. His heart seemed to be hit by thousands of invisible daggers. Hearing Mary's explanation, Gibran increasingly opened his eyes wide.

It turned out that his attitude was as bad as it was to address his small family. He still cannot control himself while working.

"I know Koko loved working from a young age. But please, now just cut that ambition down a bit. What good is a lot of money if our family is not harmonious? Koko wants Sandra and Alison to lose respect for her own father?"

Right, what good is treasure mountaining. Without them Gibran could not spend it alone either.

Gibran smiled at Maria, then looked down at their son who was now asleep.

"You're right."

Suddenly the bed below them surged when Alisandra suddenly appeared and jumped into their midst.

"Hus, Brother! Later his sister woke up, "reproved Maria softly.

But Sandra ignored, he infiltrated and coiled spoiled hugging Gibran. Gibran himself chuckled rubbing his daughter's hair fondly.

"Daddy must not break the promise again, or later Sandra will sell her sister to the fruit market" Sandra said.

But Gibran actually laughed to feel funny, the thing that made Maria immediately glared at him because of the noise.

Finally Gibran stopped his laughter and switched to hugging the three with a feeling of relief.

He was happy, the two most meaningful women in his life were no longer angry. He promises that after this will take care of them more, both physical and emotional.