So My First Two-Wife Love

Winners

Gibran's laughter immediately greeted me when I finished changing my clothes. I didn't expect him to be waiting for me in front of his room at all and it made me a little touched let alone seeing him leave Ruby alone made me feel like he cared about me more.

"You want to be ondel-ondel loe?" gibran's laughter broke even more as the dress sagged on my shoulder.

I quickly pulled my shirt back where it should be but it sagged back on my shoulder until Gibran kept laughing at me nonstop.

"Where are your clothes?" Mama Gibran came in just as Gibran began to mischievously pull the shirt I was wearing behind my neck, it felt like a kitten in Gibran's hands.

"Look at Gibran, when I'm in jail anyway?" my whine that can't escape Gibran's clutches.

"The book is sagging, I'm just helping!" gibran said reasoned, I'm sure if he really just wanted to bother me.

"Secondness of his clothes, how about... You're so tiny."

It's not me that's tiny but your family that's like a giant, tall and big. Haah~

"How do you think dong?" Mama Gibran looks confused, a little can't bear to see Gibran oppress me.

"Pake my clothes, but be careful if you choose my favorite clothes!"

I turned my head and glanced at Gibran cynically. "Basic sincerity!" my lips but Gibran pulled my shirt so I almost choked. "You don't? Do you want this to go on? Comfortable in my deck!"

"Gibran, stop and disturb Jasmine..." Pinta Mama Gibran and I immediately put on a hardened face.

"Who is disturbing? I just gemes mah. Uh his gemoy glared at me." said Gibran who was unrelenting to pinch my cheek until I grimaced in pain.

"Where are the clothes!" my words that can't stand the oppression that Gibran did to me anymore.

"Let's check it out!" Gibran then dragged me into his room by pulling the clothes I was wearing that made me just follow in his footsteps.

Gibran then took me to the front of his wardrobe and opened it.

"Cepet select!" gibran said, still holding my shirt from behind. "Loe is the one who chooses but this is my shirt!" I answered while trying to let go of his grip but Gibran did not let go of me.

"Can't!" Mumbled Gibran who was still busy choosing the clothes he was going to lend me while one of his other stairs did not let go of me at all.

"Why can't you? Not comfortable knowing!" my protest is still trying to break away.

"Don't ya mrs!" said Gibran who finally took off my clothes but the dress I was wearing instead showed my cleavage clearly until I quickly covered it. Oh my God, it's fitting that this shirt keeps slumping on my shoulder turns out that the chest pieces form the letter v very low.

"What did I say!" said Gibran who pulled my shirt back behind my neck until the piece of shirt no longer exposed my cleavage.

"She's been looking for her clothes for a long time!"

"Yes baffles!"

Gibran was still picking out the t-shirt he was going to lend me while I just kept waiting. Actually my silence was my way of covering up my nervousness because of this situation.

Gibran's scent touched my sense of smell very well, a gentle fragrance even though Gibran was rarely gentle.

But the more focused Gibran chose his clothes, the more he pushed my body until I was almost squeezed between his wardrobe and his body. It felt like Gibran was hugging me from behind.

"Find me, try to take it but don't let my other clothes fall apart!" pinta Gibran while showing the clothes he meant that were in the middle of another pile of clothes.

I let out a lazy sigh of having to tiptoe in order to reach for the shirt Gibran was referring to while Gibran deliberately only looked.

He leaned against his closet while his hand was still holding my shirt and smiled as if enjoying seeing me who was having trouble taking the clothes he meant because his position was right in the top pile.

"Difficult to know!" My grouse is getting tired.

"Hold your shirt or I can't guarantee you don't look!"

I quickly covered my chest with my palm and only then did Gibran let me go, after which he picked up the white t-shirt he meant.

Both of Gibran's hands were on top of my head right now while his body was standing behind my body. It felt like I was intimidated, I really wasn't struggling.

"Where have you found my secret?" Gibran's mutable whisper made my hair shudder in horror.

"Rare you interested?" Whisper Gibran once again.

"Convinced you?" nervous answer.

Gibran then smiled, he rubbed the top of my head after that, "good boy." he said before leaving me.

Oh my God, since when did Gibran turn out to be so scary?

Gibran whispered and said he had a secret. I thought Gibran might be hiding an adult comic considering that he was very fond of reading comics and that guy even kissed him last night, obviously Gibran's mind may have been contaminated with the adult world but it looks like I misinterpreted the secret Gibran was referring to because it looks like I'm the secret.

Before I was in such a hurry without paying attention to the contents of Gibran's room but now it was different, the picture frame in Gibran's room distracted me, not just one but a few photos since we were babies, he said, until the last photo when Gibran graduated High School, he gave me a bouquet of flowers and then we took pictures together. All those photos made me blush to imagine Gibran every day staring at those photos.

My photo...

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I came out after changing my clothes, my smile could not fade considering Gibran had many pictures of me in his room. With confidence, I finally decided to sit down with Ruby and Gibran.

After seeing all those photos, it felt like my jealousy all along was a silliness because no matter how close Gibran was to Ruby, I was still the winner.

Aye right?

Unfortunately my confidence did not last long, falling into even greater doubt when I saw Gibran pinch Ruby's cheek while laughing. They joke without the slightest awkwardness.

"Seru really, really." I said as I approached and how surprised Gibran was because of my presence and how surprised I saw Gibran who immediately let go of Ruby's hand.

So they joke while holding hands? My heart ached but I chose to stay.

I then sat on the sofa in contrast to those who were sitting on the floor together.

But they suddenly became awkward, their jokes ending because of my presence. Why are you treating me like this?

"Where's the registration?" I asked Ruby as my way of melting the atmosphere.

"Surfing..." Ruby replied briefly, her smile even looking stiff. "Are you wearing Gibran's suit?" ask Ruby this time.

"Yes because of my oversized mama's clothes." answered me who secretly showed my pride to her.

"Suit in you.." praise Ruby again smile.

Oh my God, her attitude makes me feel like a bad girl.

"You want to change clothes too?" Gibran suddenly asked Ruby, she is still wearing her school uniform now.

"Gak ah, I'm afraid my sister's scent will dream again."

"Why dream about me?"

"Maybe?"

Gibran did not immediately reply, he smiled and looked at Ruby inside. "If I can't dream of you?"

Gibran's question instantly made Ruby blush in embarrassment. "What do you want to dream?"

"What yes?" Gibran pretended to think.

"Oh, brother Gibran! Watch out for that slovenly dream!"

"Haha!"

They have their own world, it seems like I have lost.

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