So My First Two-Wife Love

Crack

"It seems Gibran found a better friend than me, grandma ..."

My heart aches to say it, but my grandmother calms me with her embrace while rubbing my back.

"Son, you may not be used to anyone else between you and Gibran" said my grandmother, who tried to calm me down.

"But Gibran didn't talk to me from earlier, Grandma, he kept talking to Ruby, if Ruby doesn't try to talk to me, then I can just sit between them." and I responded with a chest-stifling whimper. I've never been like this before, feeling like a neglected little kid because Gibran usually fills that void whenever I feel neglected.

"Try to find another topic that you three can discuss." My grandmother gave advice. I then let go of her embrace and wiped my tears.

It seems like my grandmother was right, I might be too sensitive because I'm not used to Ruby's presence but Ruby is a good girl, I like her it's just that I get annoyed whenever she and Gibran look familiar.

Is this what you call jealousy? But what words of jealousy can there be in a friendship?

I then returned to the living room where Gibran and Ruby were with a basket of oranges, but their voices were not heard anymore or maybe I was in the kitchen too long? I just waited for a little while until my eyes did not turn red so they did not realize that I had cried out and was looking for the right topic so that the three of us could have a close conversation without anyone feeling excluded.

A basket of oranges I had placed on the table, strangely those who were noisy had now become very peaceful. I then turned towards them and I realized that they were asleep leaning against each other.

My eyes were heating up again, why did it feel like I wanted to cry to see a scene that should look sweet? Is it because usually that shoulder is where I am and now Ruby is occupying it?

Am I really feeling jealous? Why am I jealous of my friends' friendship?

I tried not to follow my chaotic feelings, I tried to ignore the tightness in my heart that kept urging me to cry.

But why did my hands tremble while tidying our books on the table? Why am I shaken like this?

My tears finally trickled when I saw Gibran's picture book, usually one side of the book will be filled by my writing while the other side will be filled with images that Gibran made but the place is now filled by a flower painting with the logo R as the marker if the painter is Ruby.

"Jasmine?"

I quickly wiped my tears, as much as possible so that Gibran did not notice.

"What?" Answer me with a sharp tone only so that my voice does not sound vibrating.

"Sit down, here ..."

"No ah, narrow!"

I was just trying to avoid it because it seemed like Ruby was still asleep while Gibran's voice was also like a delirious person. I then got up, I decided to leave but Gibran blocked my wrist and held back my steps.

"Don't be reckless, you'll always have a headache if you don't nap."

"I'm not a baby anymore!"

Only by being thin can I survive this tightness but Gibran still forces me. He pulled my wrist until I finally fell down sitting next to him.

"Sleep ..." Gibran grabbed me, he touched my head so I could lean on his shoulder and his hand moved to rub the top of my head.

None of this feels as comfortable as the previous holidays we've been through. Gibran probably rubbed my head and showed his concern but his head was leaning towards Ruby, which meant that he preferred being close to Ruby, right?

My tears were dripping again, I cried in silence. I want this day to go by so I can be alone with Gibran, talking on his bike and fighting over Grandma's cooking when we get home.

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"Wow ... Wow ... Wow ... Already not a taxi boy anymore but a taxi boy?" I deliberately mocked Gibran when he arrived in front of my house in his new car.

"Don't bring it up, let's go up my tar late in the wrong."

"Who is late?" My lips, my, even though we were neighbors, Gibran's house was a different block from my house so I couldn't really make sure he was gone or he wouldn't just keep me informed if he didn't have time to drive I went to school and today he came late but he didn't say he couldn't take me today so I kept waiting for him even though I was almost late.

"Eh ..."

I was stunned when Gibran forbade me from opening the front door.

"Why?" Ask me confused.

"Sit in the back ..."

"Don't you really want to be a driver, bang?"

Gibran only clucked at my words but since this is Gibran's car I can't force myself to sit next to him.

I then entered the car and sat in the back seat.

"Surprise!!!"

I'm stunned, I might be surprised but this surprise doesn't feel good to me.

"Ruby ..."

I was really confused because Ruby's house was in the opposite direction to this housing complex but she was already in Gibran's car and sitting next to Gibran. Does that mean Gibran picked up Ruby first?

"Kasian Ruby said the usual driver anter he was sick so than he took the angkot mending all of us right?"

Wow, I didn't know Gibran could say a sentence that long and not a scolding but a speech that sounded attentive.

"It's okay .." I replied with a smile, although there were other feelings that stuck my heart but I still showed my smile, I said, Ruby is innocent of any anxiety I feel right now.

"Let's go!" I saw Gibran moving closer to Ruby, he used to help me put the helmet hook on, but now he's helping Ruby put her seatbelt on.

My heart, it hurts ...

Is there such a feeling in friendship?

The two of them are my two best friends but I don't like it when they're together and look close like this.

But they kept getting close, today was the beginning when I felt Gibran shift my position, like my sitting position in the back. I feel Gibran is starting to put Ruby first over me.

Did I do anything wrong to Gibran without me noticing that it felt like Gibran was just looking at Ruby?

Crack, who cracked it was our friendship or just my feelings?

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