His Purpose
68. That Woman

"Where have you been?"

The cold-pitched question ambushed Mary as soon as she entered the room. Gibran was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, opening one by one the sheets of magazines on his lap.

The man opened his glasses, looked up, focused his attention on Maria. Mary momentarily staggered nervously. However, given his frustration with Gibran managed to dismiss all the intimidation that came out.

"Walk around" he grins as he opens his shoes.

Seeing Maria's defensive stance, Gibran frowned. Shouldn't he be the one who's upset?

"So you were on the project?"

Instead of answering, Mary stomped past Gibran. The man was made to not understand. Are women always this complicated? Her thought.

"Nick said you came."

"Yes on?" sewot Maria's.

Gibran turned his head, looking strangely at his wife who was also finishing him with a sharp look.

"You why? Why angry?"

"I should be angry. Why did you give Bagas lunch?" gibran.

"Because he's handsome!" jolt Maria before turning her back to Gibran, began to remove one by one the twists of accessories in the form of glasses, scarves, and earrings that she wore last afternoon.

While the bag he threw on the bed.

"Do you realize what you're saying?"

Gibran began to get up from the sofa and walked over to Maria.

"What's? Is he really handsome? Why should Koko ask? Isn't Koko cool with that woman, too?"

Gibran frowned, "Which woman?"

Maria turned around, "Don't pretend not to know. Never mind. I don't care who Koko wants to be with anyway."

As Gibran was stunned, he held back Mary's hand that was about to pass through. His gaze softened as he started talking. "Say, what really happened? What makes you angry isn't clear like this."

"unclear? Obviously Koko and the woman were alone on the project!"

"Until I didn't realize I was there" continued Mary muttering.

Gibran seemed to think. But it made Maria more irritated to stomp Gibran's grip on his arm.

"You mean Morena?"

Maria grunts. Morena, said? A very ugly name.

"He's a fellow businessman." Gibran tried to explain.

"We are reviewing the construction. Not only the two, there are other colleagues as well."

Maria was silent for a while, then she chose to pass open the closet looking for a change of clothes. "Bodo. I told you Koko didn't need to explain. I don't care."

"It must be a pain to have a wife who is always suspicious and jealous. Aye, right? I'm like this, so no one feels right in touch with me."

"Sorry because Koko has to be stuck. I told you let's get divorced saj—" said Maria Hetti when a hand smothered her from behind.

Gibran was right behind his back.

"Your mouth is getting stuck, Sugarplum. Do I need to punish him?" whispered Gibran right next to the ear.

Maria pecked with her heart beating fast. His blood rippled quickly sending a feeling of heat flowing up to the cheeks.

"Your face warms. Did I make you nervous?"

Maria swallowed hard. Moreover, Gibran deliberately touched his lips on Maria's earlobe, targeting the sensitive point of the woman that he seemed to have memorized.

Mary's body trembled as one of Gibran's hands targeted her abdomen, pulling her slowly until their bodies docked.

"Suspicious and jealous feelings are natural for couples. There is no need to fret, because it is not a mistake" whispered Gibran again.

"But the effect is I'm possessive" said Maria.

A kiss of Mary felt beside the head. "No, you're not possessive. Your right. And you can use that right on me."

"Why ..."

"Because I'm your husband."

For the umpteenth time Mary felt Gibran's attitude begin to soften upon her. The man is no longer as cold as he used to be. But, somehow Maria still felt less because there was no expression of love between them.

What kind of relationship did he and Gibran have? What does that guy feel for her?

***

Gibran mentions a number of menus that are directly recorded by the waiter. They are currently at the restaurant for dinner.

Unlike before, this time Maria wore a shirt and long pants to cover the red rashes on her body.

Gibran had asked Nick to order some new clothes that were more covered. Knowing Maria had enough trouble hiding their love marks made Gibran inevitably have to pay attention.

"It seems I'm too loud. Is your body sick?" Gibran suddenly asked.

Sontak Maria looked left right looking around. Gibran really spoke without seeing the icon.

Mary shook her head to answer Gibran's question. It's free he said his body was crumpled. After all, Gibran still attacked him brutally this afternoon.

Gibran sighed leaning his body on the chair. "You seem more reserved" he murmured.

"Am I being too rude? Just tell me, maybe I can play softer later."

Maria said, "That's enough. Isn't Koko embarrassed to talk about it here?" said jengat.

And Gibran just shrugged in response.

Before long their order came, now a mouth-watering seafood was served on the table. Mary looked hungry at all the food. Blame Gibran who is too draining his energy to limp boneless.

Gibran painstakingly separated the clam meat that Mary was about to eat, then put the shell in another container that the servant had previously prepared.

The man did so without a sound, his face flat as usual. But it could be that Mary melted away with Gibran's insignificant action.

Mary began to eat slowly. Sometimes his eyes glanced at Gibran who also enjoyed his dinner. Amidst the calmness, suddenly a woman came breaking the silence.

"Sir Gibran? Dinner here too?"

Gibran.

She was the woman that Maria saw this afternoon. As her mood deteriorated again, her appetite also drifted out of nowhere.

Maria's forehead creased faintly, laboriously putting food in her mouth, because actually Maria was eager to throw the scallop sauce on her plate into the woman's face.

Gatel is really, really.

Just look at it everyone can tell the woman is indeed interested in Gibran.

Gibran glanced at Maria for a moment, then nodded briefly at Morena. "Our room is above. It's just that I'm surprised to see Miss Morena, aren't you staying at the hotel next door?"

Hearing our words, Morena immediately turned to Maria. The woman grimaced faintly.

Wh why? Just realized there's a wife here? Where have you been from? Inner Mary.

Morena's attention goes back to Gibran, "Ah. The food there is boring. I'm here to find a new atmosphere. The menu here makes me hungry. Hehe ... What is a good crab, sir?"

Gibran replied indifferently, "Message if you're curious."

Morena nodded, the corner of her lips twitching blandly. "Then ... I sat down ... there. Yes, there, hehe .." point it at a table not far from them.

As if feeling heavy, Morena's legs moved away. "Good meal, Mr. Gibran, Mrs Gibran ..."

"Hem."

Maria sneers. If you want to eat, just eat. Why should haha hihi.