So My First Two-Wife Love

Is it worth asking for his attention?

"Gibran, actually I ..."

"Behold, there's a call coming in."

I still haven't said what I wanted to say to him but Gibran has already stepped away while picking up his phone call.

Once again my heart felt claustrophobic because Gibran had never stayed away from receiving a phone call.

I feel like I'm getting weird every day.

What's wrong?

Why is everything related to Gibran always tightening my chest now?

Not long after that Gibran came back with a sumringah face, "Loe must eat yes, I go first. Hye!" he was so quick and in a hurry.

He was just saying goodbye, but it felt like he was taking away all my peace of heart.

I peeked back at her passing from behind my bedroom window, she was walking faster than usual, what made her come to that?

I saw him pausing for a moment and then picking up his phone call and the expression that was emanating from him was gone.

What the hell is going on? He then stepped back into my house and quickly returned to my desk because I did not want him to know that I was peering into his disappearance.

Unfortunately I don't know what to do, though, I panicked until Gibran opened the door to my room and I was so shocked that I finally made a plate not far from my reach fall broke and spilled all its contents scattered on the floor.

"Jasmine!" Gibran was so shocked and immediately walked up to me that frantically collected the shard and finally injured my finger and spit out a lot of blood.

The blood was the reason for me to cry when the pain caused by the broken plate was not as much as the tightness in my chest which was now no longer able to hold it.

"Loe why the hell? I'm just sitting here, let me take care of it." From the scolding, I was still able to catch the worried vibe from the look in Gibran's eyes which took me to sit on the edge of my bed and then gave me a handkerchief to close my wound after which he swiftly cleaned the remaining debris dishes and dirty food.

"What's wrong?" my grandmother came with a worried face, she was still wearing her face a sign she had just finished the ashar prayer. "Grandma heard the sound of the plate falling earlier." His hurried embrace walked up to me and immediately hugged me who was still crying.

"Sickness of the mother ..." I groaned in my cry and my grandmother wiped my blood that kept flowing with Gibran's handkerchief.

It hurts so bad, it's just that the pain comes from inside my heart and I don't know why I'm in this pain?

"Wait here, grandma get me a medicine box. I'm sorry Gibran so sorry to be taken" said my grandmother who immediately stepped out of my room.

Gibran only smiled in response to my grandmother's words, and when he finished he came back to me.

His arrival made the tightness in my chest even more suffocating, though, he who used to always be a reliable sedative who muffled my anxiety that sometimes missed my father now backfired as if carrying more and more pain entering my chaotic heart.

Gibran sighed, "Sorry because I was angry earlier" he said regretfully.

I could not answer his apology not because I was still crying but I was confused about what mistake Gibran had made me so I had to feel claustrophobic being around him because I knew his anger was in the first place caused by worry.

Is it possible because I feel Gibran is ignoring me behind this? Do I have the right to ask for his attention?

"Wash the infection first" said Gibran who immediately took me and took me out of the room along with my grandmother who was just going back to my room.

"Sorry, that's why it's so clean!"

"Well, don't interfere with the laundry support! My hands are dirty laundry playing a squeeze!"

My grandmother just shook her head looking at my behavior with Gibran who again quarreled just because of trivial things.

He won't interrupt my quarrel with Gibran because we've always been this way since we were kids.

"This is the cure Grandma put here, you eat it out. Grandma wants to flush the plants behind the tent." said my grandmother who chose to leave us both rather than dizzy continuously heard us quarrel.

I who was feeling a little irritated at Gibran immediately stepped out leaving him who was still not finished washing his handkerchief that was stained with my blood.

Without asking Gibran for help, I treated my own wounds even though it was a little troublesome and made the medicine splatter on the table but I still did, Gibran has often ignored me, anyway, he wouldn't even care about something like this.

And once again my heart hurts ...

"The handsome gibran please dong auxiliary medicine, can you say that so the medicine is not scattered everywhere! Loe seneng yes make grandma cape clean house!" said Gibran who came back angry at me while wiping the droplets of medicine dripping on the table with tissue then after that without permission and still with a nag, nagging, he treated the wound on my hand and put a plaster to cover my wound so that the blood would no longer come out.

"This is my home, my grandmother! Don't be smart about the macem loe who helped grandma clean the house! You're just eating here!"

"Eh ... Uh ... Loe's mouth needs laundry huh? I'm not just eating, yeah, I'll take you to school, it's natural that my grandmother eats because I've been working hard to take care of her granddaughter who cheesed this to return home safe."

"Yes, then do not have to pick up again if not sincere!"

"Take care of you!" Gibran seemed to have been patient with facing me until he floated his net on my head like what he used to do if he lost arguing with me.

"Well it is rather than loe angry unclear when no longer PMS, mending we eat yuk!" bring Gibran who smiles meaningfully at the end of his sentence.

"Say you come here because you want to eat grandma's cooking, don't want to ask me why, right? How can you really care about me! Just keep getting angry and rich PMS!" I stepped out of Gibran and locked myself in my room.

Without me knowing what response Gibran showed after I said something like that.

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The next day I set off for school earlier than usual so I wouldn't meet Gibran, and somehow I couldn't stop being so upset with him.

Maybe it was too early in the morning that I came to school until there was not a single student. There was only me in class, it used to be normal that me and Gibran came this early even if only a few times anyway, but we always did XOX games, he said, the simple game doodles the book with the letters X and O and each time the loser has to do silly things on demand that win but because Gibran has passed first so we are never again do that game.

I miss those times, when there were only Jasmine and Gibran.

Is it possible that we can be like that again now if there's always Ruby among us?

I sighed once again, the feeling of tightness was still not lost since the last few days to make my spirit also dim while laying my head on the table, I stared blankly at the window that displayed a slightly cloudy morning sky, perhaps that was one of the reasons why this morning felt darker than usual.

“Jasmine!!!”

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