His Purpose
41. Eschews

Liem walked out of the elevator to the Director's room of Tjandra Group. He knocked on the door, then entered as soon as he heard the voice from within.

The man of Chinese origin approached at the oversize table located in the middle of the room. Behind it, a giant glass wall displays the bustle of metropolitan Jakarta.

He bowed, saluting Rayan as the leader and founder of the company.

"The girl has arrived in Jakarta" Liem said.

Rayan nodded, "Give him the compensation we promised at the beginning."

"Good, Sir." Liem later added, "It seems, Gibran Wiranata is indeed difficult to influence."

"Hem." Rayan.

"Suggest a good psychology in case the girl named Jesi loses her sanity after meeting Gibran in person."

"That crazy boy .. I can only hope my daughter doesn't go crazy living with him" said Rayan.

"Good, Sir."

Liem looked up looking hesitant to convey, "Gibran Wiranata .. It seems he also knows we sent the girl to tease him."

"Well .. I have to acknowledge the power of my son-in-law." Rayan opened the important documents on the table.

"There's one more thing, sir. Nyonya—"

"Miss," said Rayan. "She's my daughter. I still don't want him to marry that Wiranata Ice Beam."

Liem nodded, "Good. I mean Miss Maria, she had bought a new car—"

"I knew. The madman returned it a few hours later."

Rayan took a long breath. His shoulders were decaying with a slightly lethargic look. "Good luck to Mary. He had to survive one house with an authoritarian man" he whispered while riding on his chin.

"My poor little angel ..."

***

A few days later, Maria was allowed to leave the room. And now he was in the park, sitting contemplating, side by side with Laura who also put on an uninspired look.

Laura moved her feet on the ground. While Mary, she sat gracefully with her legs crossed and eyes looking forward.

The two met again today. Like a child who missed his parents, Laura immediately rushed to hug Maria with tears.

"Mrs ... What should we do now?" I asked Laura suddenly. His head looked down at his shoes that were swaying left and right.

"Why?" Maria looked over with a frown.

Laura looked up, looking back at Maria still with her limp face. "Looks like Master's watching us more and more."

Maria nodded in understanding. It justifies Laura's words. But, honestly, he thought of something else.

"Laura, the Jesi .. Is there really a connection with Koko?"

Laura blinked thinking. "Isn't it all clear that it's just a rumor?"

Maria remained silent. "Of course."

"Why didn't the Madam just ask the Master?"

Maria almost choked on her own saliva. He grimaced, throwing a stiff smile at Laura. No one knew about the events of that night except for her, Gibran, Martha and also Jesi.

It was still clear in his memory how the muzzle of the gun looked towards him. Gibran's sinister roar, as well as his thunderous voice while shouting at Martha really frightened Maria.

Maria did not dare to face Gibran. Even now, as much as possible he will avoid places that have great potential to meet Gibran. The guy can show up anytime and anywhere.

Mary looked, "Certainly?"

"He'em," nods Laura.

Mary thought for a moment before she nodded. They also went to the greenhouse that Laura meant. Mary remembers only passing by while walking with Gibran and Mr. Shimamura.

Both have to go through the corridor and the paving path not far from the park. The distance is quite far, but the beautiful scenery that Maria gets makes her feel at home despite lingering.

Various plants and fences of Mary's life were encountered along the way. The shading masts are also covered with foliage, thickening the classical atmosphere as well as the aesthetic that envelops the large mansion owned by Gibran.

Unfortunately, Mary's peace of mind must be disturbed by the appearance of Gibran playing golf on the course. Maria forgot the road to the greenhouse indeed passed through the field. The thing is, he didn't think he'd find Gibran there at all.

Oh, my God, how is this?

Did he just turn around? But it's really unethical. Mary had already passed by and was seen by Gibran. At first he found the man glancing at him.

Feeling no choice, Maria sped up to almost run. It made Laura who followed him instantly astonished.

The girl ran small with a frowning forehead. He asked her why she had suddenly changed the tempo of her feet, but she gave no answer and just told him to hurry.

Due to lack of focus on her steps, Maria became less careful when stepping on the lines of the paving motif that she incised. As a result, the woman's body staggered as the heel of her heels hit the curve that made her slip and limp.

Luckily, he was holding on to the pole. Although not to fall, but his ankle is very painful.

"God, Madam? Madam is okay?" Apparently Laura's exclamation managed to attract the attention of the people in the field.

Especially Gibran who without wasting time throwing his golf club arbitrarily and directly approached the two.

"What's wrong?"

The heavy voice of the man made Maria jump. Laura who immediately looked down immediately saluted.

"I-This ... Signore. Looks like Madam's leg is sprained."

Gibran looked down at Maria's high-heeled feet. Just as Gibran's hand was outstretched to help hold Mary's body, the woman suddenly shriveled her arms around the pole.

This left Gibran stunned for a moment. He looked at Maria who did not dare to return his gaze.

"I-I'm fine."

Laura disagreed, "It's okay what? Look, the lady's legs are red. It'll be blue soon!"

"I'm really fine!"

"Okay how? Obviously the madam can't walk."

"I'm just taking a break." Mary continued to deny.

"Basic bullshit. Why must the madam be so stubborn?"

Among those who continued to argue, the impatient Gibran carried Mary without warning. Of course the woman was surprised not to play. Maria almost screamed if she didn't notice.

Instead of making a sound, Mary shut her mouth tight. Gibran took him to a chair not far from there. The man crouched down intending to check Maria's legs. But the unusual reaction that Maria again showed made Gibran undo the intention.

Now there's only two of them left after Laura goes to get olive oil or whatever at Gibran's behest.

Gibran stared flatly at Mary's shuffled limbs trying to get away from the reach of her hands. Silence enveloped until Gibran finally opened his voice.

"You're afraid of me?" His eyes did not look at Maria.

Maria who heard the question was stunned for a moment, before trying to calm down even though her eyes ran away.

"Did I scare you?" ask Gibran, again. This time I looked up at Maria.