So My First Two-Wife Love

Mine

"You don't know anything about my feelings!" Gibran firmly said, he even took one step closer and looked at my father sharply. "Don't nuisance our family, even if I die though, only Jasmine has the right to take care of Aurora!" He warned me, and after Gibran took me, he took me away with Aurora, leaving my father alone.

I looked back, saw my father sitting limp and crying and then saw Gibran looking straight ahead with angry eyes.

On the way home, Aurora cried, I immediately carried her while Gibran poured water into a bottle of milk that I deliberately brought complete with milk that I had not.

"Would you like magrib why are you still outside?" gibran asked after handing the bottle to me and then I put the Aurora back into the trolley so that she could suckle comfortably.

"So I was just going for a walk, I didn't know I was going to see you" I replied a little awkwardly because it had been a long time since Gibran and I had talked.

"Don't hear your father's words, he won't be able to take Rora away from you." Gibran's words made me want to cry because until this moment I was still afraid.

"Rora's my son, isn't she, Gibran? You don't have the right to take Rora from me, do you?" asked me in a trembling voice I held back my tears from dripping. Even though I didn't give birth to her, Aurora is still my daughter, my precious little daughter.

"Yes, Rora our son, I won't let you take Rora away from us." Gibran once again calmed me down, his words touched me even though Gibran never seemed to really care about me and Aurora but he kept us, he said, he made me so full that I could only nod my head in tears while Gibran began to hug me and calm me down.

...

We finally arrived home, just before the magrib came.

"Finally we'll get there, son." I spoke to Aurora while waiting for Gibran to unlock the house, holding her, my little daughter smiled cheerfully. The fear re-emerged until I hugged Aurora so tightly, Gibran seemed to notice my fear until he rubbed the top of my head afterwards to calm me down once more.

"Let's go in..."

"Jasmine..."

Gibran's call and the call were heard simultaneously. Gibran and I immediately turned to the call and Juna, who was standing in front of the house in front of us, surprised Gibran and I.

It had been a long time since the last time Juna and I met even after Gibran's anger back then, I no longer dared to contact him and also ignored his phone calls.

As Juna walked up to us, Gibran immediately stepped forward, standing right in front of me.

"When I haven't seen you..." Juna smiled miserably as he peered towards me who was currently standing behind Gibran's body.

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"Why don't you ever reply to my chat again, you even send me a resignation email so soon and after that you never answer my phone again..."

I was silent when Juna asked me to speak, I was sitting in the front yard seat of my house with him alone while Gibran was inside the house with Aurora.

"I'm sorry brother... I've tried but this marriage makes me feel greedy."

I did not dare to look into her eyes, this feeling of guilt still remained the same as when I let her down that day. The day I married Gibran, the day I destroyed him.

The sky was dark, the wind blew the silence between us. Juna looked up at the clear sky until a shining star filled the sky, but this clear sky was not the same as how we felt.

"You happy?" juna asked after a while I finally ventured to look at him who is still the same, still seen harboring the wounds I gave him.

"I'm not happy." I replied slowly, "our relationship is still the same," I continued.

"Why not find me?"

"Because I've been too greedy, I can't make you run away like you used to, brother... I don't want you to get hurt more, our positions are almost similar so I know how the pain is."

Juna sighed deeply once again, he lowered his face afterwards and hid his tears that were dripping just like mine.

"So the neighbor is not a bad thing, but maybe our relationship will not be as it used to be. I can't cook for you anymore."

Juna laughed bitterly at my last words. "Yes, I've been getting used to cooking and eating alone since your departure."

"Try to find a woman who can accompany you sister..."

"Don't be so cruel to me, at least you don't ask me to turn away because I've tried so many times but it keeps failing and frustrating me even more because these feelings are still the same."

I can no longer say anything, I can't tell her to stop loving me because I can't stop my love for Gibran either even though Gibran hurt me too much.

"Udah malem, I have to cook." said I who want to immediately avoid this stifling situation.

"I'm not invited?" juna's submissive questioning stunned me, but her smile relaxed my tension a little.

"Only when you and Gibran promise not to fight."

"I think I should eat alone again..."

I smiled bitterly as Juna got up, he smiled warmly at me then rubbed the top of my head before finally going to enter his house.

There was nothing I could do but sigh heavily, my father and Juna they came bringing great uneasiness into my heart, my once peaceful life was becoming more and more exhausting.

I then entered my house and Gibran immediately greeted me with a cold look.

"Happy huh? Your husband-to-be your neighbor, you can be freer now." Gibran directly offended me without further ado.

"Talk as if Brother Juna is my mistress." I said as I took a glass of water and gulped it down, not out of thirst, I just wanted to reduce the burden in my heart a little, if I could even a little but it still feels like I'm suffocating.

Gibran who was sitting in the living room finally approached me to the kitchen, he took over the glass in my hand and placed it on the table with a slight slam.

"Sister Juna... You never even called me that soft, Jasmine..."

I stared at the two eyes of Gibran who was currently staring at me sharply as if tore me apart from the inside. "Sister Gibran.." And I challenged him to a grin and after that I even took one step closer and said, "or Gibran?"

"Talking huh?" Gibran turned challenging, he stepped closer and closer until the distance between us eroded.

"For you not to be envious!" My tone was still the same, defiant and unwilling to lose, I even showed my grin to him.

"Don't let anyone touch you, not even the tip of your hair is mine!" Now the challenge became a warning when Gibran started touching my hair and at the end of the sentence he even kissed the tip of my hair.

"Aren't you tired of being a ghost in this house? You want to acknowledge your ownership now?"

"I don't need to confess because from the beginning it was mine so be careful, I won't hesitate to remind you of your true position in this house!"

Gibran and his warning, he immediately pulled me up until the distance between us completely disappeared even his hand was now clutching my back and slowly moving up to touch my nape.

Gibran looked at me, the tip of his tongue slightly visible when he opened his mouth, as if deliberately teasing me with his lips so that I could not turn my eyes away from his lips.

"Jasmine, don't challenge me..."

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