His Purpose
54. Something in the Past

Mary did not stop to turn her eyes to the left and right. His head kept turning around observing every road he walked. Gibran sat beside him in silence. The man only glanced at her once in a while, it also threw a lazy look.

In the light, Mary's attitude was as sudden as the villagers who were about to enter the city. Curious rails can not be separated shadowing the face of the woman every find something strange according to him.

If Gibran is an expressive man, maybe since then he has been roaring because Mary's behavior is so disturbing.

"Can you shut up?"

Mary looked, "Why? I've been quiet since."

Gibran sighed, "Your body keeps moving."

"Why should? It's my body. Anyway I didn't pass through your territory there." Mary pointed to the empty middle seat. There were only bottles and magazines folded in the armrest space.

Gibran stared at Maria flatly, "Your movements are disturbing."

He glanced at the seat belt on Maria's chair. Immediately his body leaned to pull the seat belt and pair it perfectly. No matter which Mary was sculpted by Gibran's sudden actions.

The woman blinked, glancing at Gibran who had returned to his place, comfortably seated with a straight forward look.

Wrong noise, wrong move, inner Mary.

Looks like Gibran is better suited to living with statues or mannequins. Cih, lest this man let go of his passion for dolls. He doesn't like noise.

The two no longer spoke, even Maria who nailed her body so as not to move over. Just scratched Maria's nose so carefully. Afraid of getting spray Gibran who seems to be in a state of heart that is not good.

That guy looks weird. He was impressed to avoid the gaze of Mary. Plus his attitude is getting worse than usual. I don't know what happened to Gibran. That guy is always confusing.

"Koko's on bete, huh?" Mary could not bear to ask.

However, Gibran did not give an answer until the car they were riding in arrived in a shopping mall lobby that was quite large.

Mary no longer looked at Gibran. His attenuation is distracted by the atmosphere outside the car which he thinks is very exclusive. The clean environment, not many people, and the magnificent classical buildings also bring questions in the brain of Mary.

Where is this actually?

Suddenly, he felt he was abroad. But that's not possible, obviously people here speak Indonesian.

Maria put her kimono together and made sure the rope was neatly tied. Unlike the previous, this time he wore ankle boots to dispel the cold air that seemed reluctant to move from this area.

Mary walked with Gibran's arm into the mall. He thought Gibran was going to take him shopping, but it turned out that the man was heading upstairs which apparently had a VIP resto there.

Jesus, Maria is getting curious about the area she lives in.

A butler opened the door for them. Gibran also invited him in and greeted three people who seemed to have been waiting for his arrival. Two middle-aged men and one young lady who was quite beautiful were also fashionable.

In Mary's heart grunts. The woman could not hide her astonished expression looking at Gibran. Unknowingly Mary made a spontaneous move by draping and tightening her grip on the man's arm, hinting at possession implicitly.

"How are you, Mr and Mrs Wiranata? It's an honor for us to meet you like this" said one of the white-haired men with a big smile that was too friendly.

"Our news is good." Gibran said briefly.

Maria grimaced feeling the awkwardness that came out. Couldn't that man be more polite? Smile, for example. Instead, it was Maria who had to try to be friendly to them. Including the woman in front of him who had earlier stolen a glance at Gibran.

Sucks. If there is no one, he plugs his flirtatious eyes.

Not how long the conversation about business filled the five-person table. Maria can only be a listener because business is not something she is good at.

The conversation was interrupted by lunch, then resumed afterwards.

Honestly, he was bored and mumbling. But maybe this is how Gibran introduced Mary to his world. It's okay, little Maria will try to get used to it even though it's difficult.

Maria realized, Gibran's presence had begun to affect her. The existence of the man made him dependent and difficult to dismiss feelings. Although he did not know how Gibran felt about her, the thing that made Maria feel adrift in the shadow of the risk she had to face one day, he said, if reality does not conform to the will and drops it in such a way in a hole of fists.

Tell me he's weak. Maria is easily lulled by feelings of melancholy and romanticism that is actually so difficult she can. I don't know what's wrong with him. Why can't a single man survive with her.

It's embarrassing, but honestly he's always been dumped by the men he dates.

Maria sighed, looking for a moment at Gibran who was busy talking about work. His body leaned slightly whispering something in the man's ear. "I'll go to the toilet first."

"Jeez .. My body is so sore." Maria moves her body to stretch. His hand rubbed his neck while walking in search of the bathroom.

Maria doesn't want to pee, she just can't stand it because she hasn't seen a mirror.

Maria saw a shadow in the mirror of the sink. His face still looks fresh, his makeup is not sliding. "Alright, it's still safe" murmured Maria as she pegged her straight-draped hair.

He slightly allowed the location of the earrings and coat that wrapped his body fully. Perfects. Beautiful and elegant.

Just as he was about to turn around, someone walked in and stood beside him. She was the woman who was at the meeting with Gibran. Just like Mary, the woman also stared at herself in the mirror.

Mary grieved in her heart, she acted indifferently and intended to leave immediately. However, the woman's voice stopped Mary from moving.

"Your husband is cool."

Maria turned her head, observing in wonder as well as being curious. The woman glanced back at him from the mirror. She smiled after putting red lipstick on her lips.

"He's also different from most men" he continued, switching to powder polishing.

"He's very rich and smart. Just a quick look I already know your husband's a smart man."

Maria's forehead wrinkled. He began not to understand the meaning of the woman.

"But, it's a pity why did he choose you who didn't have any abilities?"

"What?"

The woman sighed, she stuffed the makeup kit into the bag, then turned to look at Maria. Now they stand facing each other.

"You don't think I know who you are?"

"Have you forgotten me?"

"Maria Pradita Tjandra's. I didn't expect to see you here" he continued grinning.

"What's going on? Aren't you going to marry Gabriel? Why are you with her brother now?"

The woman snorted, "Oh, I know. You must have been dumped again. Am I right?"

A clap came over Maria's shoulder, "Have it, just admit that your charm is nothing."

"The men are smart now. They are not just looking for beauty, but intellectual and smart in bed."

"I told you, don't be a saint. You're acting like a nun who refuses touch when you're dating. See, you're still like this up until now."

Mary was sculpting, trying to dig up the memory of the woman in front of her. Who her? What is one of Maria's friends in Jakarta? Why does Mary not remember?

"It seems you forgot who I am."

"Hey, we've been competing for senior hearts. You may forget."

Maria turned her head quickly, she looked at the entire face of the woman closely. "Hell ..." he muttered in disbelief.

"really. I'm Celine. You don't remember?" The corner of Celine's lips lifted up.

Again he patted Mary on the shoulder and walked to the door. He looked at Mary who was still in her place.

"Yes, does your husband know about your past?"

"Is he disappointed when he finds the honor of his wife has been taken by another man?" Celine shrugged, "I'm sure he's not that big of a colot, is he?"

Maria tensed. His roar turned dark accompanied by a trembling body. The shadow of the past that he wanted to forget immediately rotated like a broken cassette.

Maria turned slowly to look at the door that Celine had closed. His body staggered leaning against the sink. His breath puffed along with his chest that felt tight.

God, why does that bad thing keep following me everywhere?