His Purpose
24. Intimate

Finished replacing the corset Maria was soon rejoined with Gibran as well as Mr. Shimamura who turned out to have reached the east wing. Maria knew it at the direction of the butler.

With Laura he walked up to the two men who were now talking facing the pool with a large number of meters. The beauty is complemented by the presence of palm trees as well as artificial greening that adds to the beautiful atmosphere.

"It's a shame my daughter refused to come. It seems he's quite disappointed with the news of your wedding." Master Shimamura laughed a little.

Meanwhile, Maria instantly stopped on the spot when she accidentally heard that sentence. It is a few meters from Gibran. Laura who also stopped immediately looked at Maria in confusion.

He asked, "What's wrong, ma'am? Why stop?"

Maria remained silent. Maybe Laura didn't understand the English phrase that Mr. Shimamura had spoken just now. But, Maria obviously felt curious about the meaning of that sentence.

"none. Let's continue." Mary walked back to Gibran and Lord Shimamura.

He bowed and smiled as a greeting etiquette as well as his respect for the Japanese conglomerate. Recently he knew Mr. Shimamura is the founder of an automotive company that is quite famous in Japan.

"Have you?"

"Hem?" Maria blinked confusedly looking at Gibran.

"We're going to ride. You wanna come?"

Maria was silent for a moment. He glanced at Mr. Shimamura who immediately nodded throwing a smile as soon as their eyes met a glance. Then he returned to Gibran who was still staring at him waiting for an answer.

He also just realized Gibran and Mr. Shimamura has changed clothes. Oh, my God, where's the focus been since?

"Koko .. want to ride?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Maria nodded in understanding. "Yes already. I'm in. But is it okay if I don't change clothes?" He leaned over to whisper to Gibran. "I'm lazy to go back, yeah. The distance from here to the room is very far. Why didn't Koko tell you from earlier, anyway?"

Different from her complaints just now, Maria gave a sweet smile when she moved back away the body. He gently rubbed Gibran's upper arm as he said. "Come on. I can't wait to see you guys fighting at the race. It would be really cool" he said in English.

"Especially Koko," Maria blinked one eye at Gibran. Making the man snort faintly as he bellowed.

The three then headed for the horse race which was in the southern part of the Mansion. Apparently there is still much that Mary does not know about the ins and outs of this house as Gibran's wife. Including the greenhouse that had passed through it, also a walkway with a beautiful arrangement and leads to nowhere.

What Mary loved about the house of Gibran is its beauty and greenness that is still preserved. He is most happy if he has stepped on the well-maintained green grass, especially when the grass is still dewy. His feet will feel cold if stepped directly without a pedestal.

They arrived at the horse race. Maria was watching around with Laura on the sidelines. Gibran and Lord Shimamura were preparing to take their horses.

The place is large enough for the size of private property and merges with the residence. Maria thinks Gibran should not be reprimanded by the government for having too much land?

God, what kind of silly thought is that?

Her attenuation was snatched away by the arrival of two men from the direction of a door that Maria allegedly connected to the stables. Gibran led the black-brown horse. While Mr. Shimamura is light brown.

Behind him, Nick and Mr. Shimamura's assistant Maria recently found out named Son follow behind.

Maria quickly got down from the stands and ran towards Gibran, who was about to ride a horse. He carved a big smile as his hand grabbed the man's shoulder, making Gibran inevitably turn around due to the sudden pull.

Gibran cleared slowly. His sight turned uncomfortable. Especially when he realized he was the center of attention. Especially Mr. Shimamura who now seems to smile understandably.

Gibran narrowed his signal for Maria to release him immediately. However, Maria seemed to not care and even more aggressively showed ... intimacy?

What is it with that woman?

"Shop. Fighting!" mary clenched both her hands. He patted Gibran's shoulder wrapped in a navy polo shirt.

Gibran nodded stiffly. His steps passed through Maria. Mary again stopped her intention of riding a horse. The woman again approached, and this time managed to make Gibran's body freeze.

With a bright smile Maria grabbed the protective cap in Gibran's hand.

"Come down" he said.

Gibran who still did not understand and tried to digest Mary's attitude, could only fall silent.

"Nority ..."

"Yes?" He only said when Mary poked her shoulder with her index finger.

"Compose."

Gibran according. The man lowered his head with a slight inclination of his back. Mary was too short to reach her head.

"Done!" Maria exclaimed with pleasure as she managed to put the protective helmet on Gibran's head.

While Gibran, he was glued for no reason. Maria's attitude clearly caused her confusion.

A sound of clumsiness suddenly sounded in the middle of them. Master Shimamura looked at the two meaningfully. "You romantic young couple. Madam Wiranata, your spirit reminds me a little of the late Keiko. My wife is just as jolly as you are."

Maria smothers her mouth as if in disbelief, "God .. Is that right? I'm sorry then. I'm sorry for making you feel sad." He bowed several times with an uncomfortable look.

Unexpectedly Mr. Shimamura actually threw a crisp laugh that sounded friendly. Indeed, the average Japanese always keep his voice so as not to be loud.

"I'm actually happy to be able to witness the rare sight of Young Master Wiranata who you yourself know He is a very closed person to the public."

"Now I can understand why you have not intended to introduce your wife to the general public." Mr. Shimamura turned to look at Gibran. His eyes narrowed to the point of almost disappearing as he laughed.

"Look at that charming smile. You must be so worried that men will swarm like predators. Madam Wiranata does have an incredible charm. You obviously have to be careful. If I don't remember my age, maybe I'll be interested in making it as a wife. Hahaha ..."

Gibran was silent without expression. I don't know what the guy was thinking. While Mary desperately held a crisp smile at Mr. Shimamura's throw about her and Gibran.

Too bad the man didn't know how the real relationship was between him and Gibran.

In fact, there was a speck of Mary's guilt towards Gibran that she had fostered since the beginning of the marriage. And Mary promised to fix whatever she might accidentally destroy.

Is correct. Mary did not know whether Gibran had a lover or not while marrying him.