So My First Two-Wife Love

I bribed with pain

"Especially Ruby..."

I knew it was going to break but I didn't know the pain was going to be this bad. I couldn't answer it this time because I immediately pulled my hand violently before I went back to crying in front of her.

"Udah malem loe better go home." said I who immediately stepped into my room.

My tears were dripping again, more profusely than before due to such deep disappointment.

I covered my head and continued to cry when I heard the sound of my door opening.

"Gue nginep tonight." Gibran's voice sounded soft.

The door to my room again sounded tightly closed, after which I heard the sound of footsteps stepping closer. I could feel Gibran sitting on the floor and leaning against my bed.

"Jasmine..." Gibran said along with the vibration of his phone that was also heard but the man ignored his phone and let it continue to vibrate.

I want to know, I want to know who called Gibran last night but I don't have any right to ask and it just makes me cry.

If you have another woman in your heart, why are you here?

If there's another woman in your heart, why are you accompanying the wounded here?

If there's another woman in your heart, why do you keep me hoping?

Why are you making me so pathetic?

Gibran, what should I do to deal with this feeling?

I can't stop loving you even though I know you're bribing me with pain wrapped in false hope.

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I opened my eyes, my head was dizzy until it was throbbing.

I then sat down while collecting my consciousness, which led me to recall the moment Gibran and I kissed last night.

Maybe I went crazy because I bit my lower lip and hoped I could still feel the rest of the kiss last night.

"Loe's awake?"

I looked up when I heard Gibran's voice. The man was still sitting on the floor leaning against the edge of my bed while his head looked up slightly at me.

"Loe's not coming home?" ask me who panicked immediately.

"And I said I'm having semalem." replied Gibran, shifting his position so that he could hold on to the edge of my bed and rest his face on his arm. Gibran looks handsome with a new face wake up his sleep which immediately makes my heart pounding.

"Grandma can be upset if you know you're sleeping here!"

"Why indeed? We used to sleep together every time we went to each other's homes."

"Gosh, that was when we were kids. Now we're big, Gibran. Last night we even kissed!" I shut my mouth tightly with both hands.

Gibran just smiled and put his finger over his lips, gesturing me not to talk about the kiss that happened last night.

"Mandi gih, I'm waiting in front." gibran said he got up and stretched his stiff body after which Gibran rubbed the top of my head before finally stepping out of my room so calmly without fearing my grandmother might misunderstand.

The door of my room was tightly closed, I immediately jumped from the top of my bed and stuck my ear to the door of my room because I heard the sound of conversation outside.

"Gibran in the morning came?"

"Yes, because I want breakfast here."

"Where's jasmine? You up?"

"Udah, I just woke up."

"Oh yes, grandma made breakfast for you first. What's the breakfast for Gibran?"

"Fried rice equals omelet nek."

I let out a sigh of relief because it seemed like my grandmother believed in Gibran's lie. The man spoke so confidently earlier but he still had the rest of his sanity for not admitting that he stayed and slept in my room last night.

At least my grandmother wouldn't have a heart attack to find her granddaughter sleeping in a room with a man even though it was Gibran.

"Don't take a long shower!" gibran's voice rang out from behind my door as if he knew I was eavesdropping so I immediately ran towards the bathroom but before entering the bathroom I saw Gibran's phone located on my study desk vibrates.

I then peeked into Gibran's phone screen and Ruby's name was on the screen. My heart ached again but I held it back and ignored it even though it was difficult.

Though I had that chance, the chance to get Ruby away from Gibran if only I dared to be presumptuous by picking up the phone call it might be that their relationship would drift away like my relationship with Gibran before.

Hah~ I sighed once again, feeling bad because my feelings for Gibran almost made me evil but being good couldn't make the tightness inside my chest disappear.

Heart hurts...

...

"Got long!"

I was shocked to death when I came out of the bathroom and Gibran was already standing in front of my study table, he seemed to be struggling with his phone and immediately irritated me. He must be checking messages from Ruby.

Oh my God, this feeling really bothers me!

"Loe can't just walk into a virgin's room!" my rebuke is that luckily I've been wearing my school uniform in the bathroom so Gibran doesn't have to see me just wearing a towel that might make him feel happy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm missing here."

"Yes out there!"

Maybe it was because I was so upset that I couldn't control my tone of voice and made me yell at Gibran. The man even turned his head and pocketed his phone in his pants pocket and stepped closer to me.

Suddenly her movements made me nervous until I reflexively stepped back but my steps stopped and my body fell down sitting on my bed.

Gibran then sighed, he moved closer and bent down so I had to pull my body back to avoid it.

My breath was choked, the shoulder of Gibran's field was in front of me until I could not swallow my Saliva.

I thought Gibran would come back to kiss me like he did last night but Gibran just took the towel that was behind my body and used it to dry my hair.

"Gue tau loe now come again to the moon so I'm sorry loe though you've sure me, but if next time you get angry while yelling at me, yell at me, then I'm ready to kiss her as punishment."

Gibran's voice sounded so serious that even the look in his eyes looked so horrible that I could not linger staring at him and let him continue to dry my hair without saying anything, not out of fear but because I was nervous.

The threat made me want to break it...

I gripped the bed sheet to control this tension while hoping that Gibran would not realize that I was half-dead from enduring this turmoil.

Gibran still did not say anything after that, he just stepped up to take the hair dryer and dry my hair that was already half dry.

The touch felt soft, so comfortable that I wanted to enjoy every second of the time I spent with her.

Every little attention Gibran gave me was like cultivating my love for him.

It seems that I will no longer be able to let go of this feeling.

Gibran's hand gently went between my hair, he rubbed the hair vitamins into every strand of my hair and made sure nothing was missed and then he combed my hair.

"You're beautiful now, let's have breakfast..." Gibran smiled warmly as he praised me, he then extended his hand so that I would welcome him.

"Thank you." I said after welcoming his hand.

"Sama-sama." said Gibran as he led me out of my room.

He made me fantasize that if he were to become my husband, would our marriage ever be happy? Given that Gibran has always treated me gently and warmly, our marriage will definitely be very happy.

May Gibran love me...

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