Love the Perfect Master

The beginning of Gibran's destruction

"Darling, take me to the mall? I want to shop, baby."

Cyntia was twitching spoiled in the arm of Gibran who was currently visiting her home. Of course Gibran came to see Cyntia only because of the coercion of his father. Because if he dared to fight his father, he did not hesitate to be crossed off the list of heirs. Gibran didn't want that to happen. He could not imagine life without the comforts he had enjoyed as a child. Yes, Gibran used to be spoiled by his mother. Had he been told to choose between Medina or wealth, he would have chosen wealth. He will not be able to fall poor and afraid of life suffering from all shortcomings.

"It's very hot weather Cyn, lazy to go out of the house. How about next time." Gibran is lazy if you have to accompany the women hunting clothes in the mall which will certainly take a lot of time. Because usually women who are in the mall will not only buy necessary items. But surely eye wash here and there and dark eyes buy a lot of stuff. Imagining he had to carry his girlfriend's groceries while surrounding a mall with achy legs makes Gibran lazy.

"No way, anyway, Gibran should nganterin Cyntia today as well. I want to buy shoes, clothes, jewelry and many others. Because tomorrow, my fellow model friend Laras wants a birthday. Cook me that shirt. Don't you shy? Ah yes, I also want to find an expensive gift for Laras. Let's not lose to each other," said Cyntia spoiled.

His eyes twinkled imagining his perfect appearance tomorrow at Laras' birthday party. Even more perfect if he is accompanied by his handsome new lover Gibran. There must be a lot of compliments flowing to him. Just imagine making Cyntia smile herself.

Gibran held his breath and exhaled violently. He was really damning this crazy match. If not for treasure, he would not serve a girl who is selfish and super spoiled. He who used to be treated special by women, now feels humbled because he is now just like a servant to Cyntia.

"Yes, come on, but not for long? I have business this afternoon." Gibran finally relented, forced to comply with Cyntia's request.

"Yes, yeah. It won't be long." Cyntia smiled obliquely.

"Not for long at all," Cyntia's cunning mind.

Finally they headed to the biggest mall in the area. After entering the mall, Cyntia unceasingly wrestled spoiled on Gibran's arm. Gibran felt annoyed and uneasy, wanting him to shake Cyntia's hand from his arm and run away from it. But again it was just his wish. He would not dare to look for trouble with that woman.

"Darling over there yuk!" Gibran just nodded, following like an anj*ng following his master. While Cyntia had forgotten the existence of Gibran so eager to choose goods.

Not stopping there, after a long time choosing Cyntia said nothing interesting . As a result, they went in and out of one store to another without buying anything. They made me walk around to many shops.

"Damn it, choose it for a long time to an hour, eh buy nothing," Gibran murmured inwardly.

And as Gibran alleged. Now after three hours, he walked down the mall with a lot of grocery bags in his right and left hands. His legs felt numb from the fun of walking without rest. He shook his head weakly watching the woman darken his eyes buying a lot of things moreover there was no look of fatigue on his face. There's only a face as young as buying this it's.

"Really, women when they are shopping there is no word tired, right? Was he not exhausted from the road just now wearing his high heel?" inner Gibran while shaking in astonishment.

It felt like he slammed all of Cyntia's groceries onto the floor. He hated to see himself full of groceries following Cyntia who was going around without thinking about him.

"Damn it, it's like my jongos" Gibran said in his heart.

Tired of serving Cyntia's endless shopping appetite, Gibran finally ventured to rebuke.

"Darling, have you bought it? Look, I've brought a lot of stuff. I'm tired of Cyn," lamented Gibran still trying to be patient against Cyntia.

"So you're not sincere about me? Remember yes! My family is richer than yours. I could've had papa destroy your papa's business," said Cyntia emotionfully as gibran dared to protest. Because there had never been a man who dared to refuse his request. Gibran was silent for a while but then he loudly replied.

"My family needs your family's help. But don't let my family down until it's as good as you threaten me. I have been patient with you since this morning. If you want to cancel our engagement. WHATEVER, I DON'T CARE" Gibran said. Right now he's talking using my elo which signifies that he's wrathful.

Gibran who finally could not hold back his anger because he felt humbled slammed all the grocery bags scattered on the floor. He just left Cyntia.

"Miran ...."

"Gibran, back!"

"Strkorg ...." Cyntia stomped her feet in anger.

Cyntia screamed hysterically to Gibran, but the man didn't care.

"Fuck with papa's anger, I don't care. How dare he humbled me. About the wife who can immediately love offspring look for another woman who can appreciate me," Gibran said.

***

Gibran, upset by Cyntia's words, went straight home. As soon as he entered the house, he did not pay attention to his father and mother who were sitting in the family room. Even when Ilham asked, his son was silent a thousand languages with a sinister face in anger. After entering the room he slammed the door of his room violently. Make sure Inspiration, if there is a problem. As they wondered, the front door bell rang. Auntie immediately opened the door and saw Cyntia on the doorstep with tears in her eyes.

"Tante, Gibran is evil. We walked in the mall all of a sudden he was angry and left me alone there Tan," Cyntia said, hiding the problem that made Gibran angry.

"Please baby, here you sit first. Let Auntie persuade him." Rika followed her son who was in the room.

Now Ilham and Cyntia live in the family room. Inspiration finally spoke up to calm his future son-in-law.

"Cyntia .. You calm down baby. Om promise Gibran will apologize to you. Everything's gonna be fine. Don't cry anymore, okay? " Buuk Ilham's. Instantly Cyntia stopped her crying and a smile expanded on her lips.

***

Gibran Room.

Rika went straight into her son's pitch-black room. He groped the wall to find the room's light switch. When the lights were on he immediately approached his son and then gently stroked the child's hair.

"Darling ... Mama knows it's hard for you. But please be patient for our family, son?" bujuk Rika's.

"Huh, talk is easier. The ones who live are not you, but me."

"Below is Cyntia waiting for you. You better come down and apologize and then make up," Rika persuaded again.

"But Cyntia has humbled our family ma ..." protested Gibran.

"Shhh .. Patience dear, because we have no other choice. Mama beg you to give up for mama's sake for your future too son. Mama please dear," persuade Rika without getting bored. A sad look on his face. He knew his son was unhappy. But how else? He has no other choice.

"Yes already. Gibran apologized, but if he dares to insult us again. Gibran no longer wants to continue this engagement" Gibran said firmly. Rika simply replied with a nod of her head accompanied by a smile.

Eventually they make up on the condition that tomorrow Cyntia wants Gibran to accompany her to Laras' birthday party. Gibran could only agree when he remembered his mother's words.

***

The next day Gibran drove Cyntia to the birthday party as promised last night when she was in the car Cyntia was engrossed in seeing her makeup on the glass. His mouth chattering is already pretty yet, what it lacks .. This it makes Gibran bored.

"Cyn, you know what? I married you out of business, with no love?" Gibran suddenly wanted to talk about it.

"Yes I know. But I don't matter as long as you're by my side." Cyntia closed the glass she had seen and put it in her handbag.

"I want to be honest with you. If my main purpose in marrying you is to get offspring," Gibran said.

"What?"

"Darling, you know I'm a model? I would never want to have children. Don't want to" cried hysterical Cyntia.

"But that's Cyn's reality. I'll ask for descendants from you. Because if I don't have children before I turn 30, I'll lose my grandfather's estate." Gibran tried to explain.

"No, no, no! What do you think I am?Child-producing devices? Stop car. I'm going downstairs. I'm going down ...." Cyntia was hysterically flailing Gibran's hand while driving.

"Stop Cyn, hentikaan!" Gibran tries to calm down the raging Cyntia. Gibran lost his concentration and suddenly there was a truck from the opposite direction. A surprised Gibran slammed his steering wheel to the left to dodge. Unfortunately, his car lost control finally hit a tree.

Duarrr

It sounds like a very loud crash.

Gibran felt his gaze darken, his head very dizzy. Eventually, the two of them were unconscious, covered in blood. Residents who witnessed the incident, huddled to help them both. Somehow the fate of both of them.