So My First Two-Wife Love

Before the fate line is cut off

>>>Author POV<<<

The night was so long, time seemed to stop in place, tormenting the inner ones who were stuck with a binding feeling but were too painful to let go.

The fried rice that Gibran had bought had already turned cold, the sound of rain falling outside faintly breaking the silence of the late night.

Still in the same room, in a room where Aurora is being cared for, it is still without sound after an agonizing inner debate, but they remain awake, hoping that their little daughter will soon come to a realization.

Gibran who was currently sitting on the sofa, smiled faintly when accidentally his two eyes met with Jasmine, although Jasmine immediately turned her face away but that was enough to warm Gibran's heart a little. At least Jasmine was still looking towards him.

"You sleep here, I take care of Rora" Gibran said as he walked over to Jasmine and asked Jasmine to sleep on the sofa.

"No need." Jasmine replied coldly.

Not wanting to argue anymore, Gibran would not force it, but he pulled out a chair and placed it next to Jasmine and sat down next to her.

Jasmine immediately shifted her sitting position quickly after that and Gibran let it go but only for a moment because the man immediately pulled out his chair until Jasmine's body was dragged along and the distance between them was almost non-existent.

"Just in case you don't fall if you fall asleep" Gibran said, showing a worried smile. Jasmine then glanced at Gibran cynically, he tried to shift his sitting position away but this time it was not as easy as before to make him upset and finally he realized that Gibran was holding his chair.

Unfortunately there are only two chairs in this room and Jasmine does not want to move far from Aurora because the sofa position is quite far from the outpatient bed so Jasmine can only resign and be forced to sit close to each other Gibran while Gibran was secretly smiling, although his relationship with Jasmine had still not improved but being able to sit next to the woman that was last night made him lose this control was enough to provide a hint of warmth in his heart.

"Shhhh..." Gibran hissed when his lips suddenly felt a stinging pain that made Jasmine turn towards him.

Maybe because he was so emotional that Gibran did not realize the pain in his lips because of Jasmine's bite last night but now it feels quite sore until he touches the surface of the wound to make sure that the wound has been dry and will not bleed again.

Jasmine knew the wound was in Gibran because of her actions, who told this man not to give her a gap to breathe last night!

Thinking about it made Jasmine's body react but only briefly because she recalled the pain after that, her body still felt pain and her waist ached since this morning, even though she had been feeling sore, all because of Gibran and his game.

Unknowingly Jasmine touched his waist and massaged him slowly as his paddles began to interfere.

Jasmine sighed in annoyance, she could not massage her waist freely because Gibran sat very close to her while massaging with one hand only had a small effect, actually making her hand cramp.

He gave up, though, Jasmine leaned back hoping that the aching feeling on her waist could subside a little but leaning back on the chair did not give her any long comfort until the end Jasmine felt Gibran's hand start to creep up on her waist and massaged her slowly, it felt comfortable to make Jasmine almost lulled.

"Don't touch me just like that!" Jasmine immediately protested firmly but Gibran continued to do so. His huge palm almost filled his tiny waist.

"I'm not going to macem, Jasmine." Gibran answered gently while stopping his massage for a moment.

"I don't need your help! Because of who my waist hurts like this?!" Once again Jasmine protested and refused ferociously.

"For me, that's why I'm responsible."

"No need! Don't pretend, I know you didn't think Ruby was me when I did it!"

"Jasmine, maybe even in heaven, Ruby will still be jealous of you."

Jasmine was speechless, she did not understand why Gibran said such a thing that for sure afterwards she could no longer stop Gibran from twitching her waist.

"More times I'll be slower."

Gibran let out a heavy sigh but he kept smiling despite the look in his eyes emitting sadness. "Until the time comes, I will try to keep our destiny line from ever being cut again."

So calm, Gibran said it as if he was sure to regain Jasmine's heart to make Jasmine instantly agitated.

The massage slowly turned into a gentle swab on his back until it slowly made Jasmine fall asleep.

Carefully Gibran leaned Jasmine's head on his shoulder, he then began to caress Jasmine's head and occasionally gave a kiss on the top of her head.

"I love you as always, Jaamine.." whispered Gibran quietly.

...

Jasmine awakens when the sound of Aurora's cry is heard, she instantly gains her consciousness even though she is still lying on the sofa with her hands attached to an infusion hose connected to a nearly depleted infusion bag, this condition made him quite surprised then he looked towards Gibran who was currently holding Aurora and calmed her in his arms.

"It hurts, son? Be patient, you will soon be healed..." Gently and warmly, Gibran cradled Aurora's body and made sure that the infusion hose did not come off.

Seeing all that, Jasmine immediately released the piercing infusion needle in her hand and stepped over to Gibran.

"Why not wake me up?" Jasmine asked so closely while rubbing Aurora's hand which was currently in the infusion hose, she was sure that her little daughter was in so much pain that she continued to cry.

"I'm afraid you're exhausted."

Jasmine only sighed, she did not want to argue before Aurora even though Aurora was only six months old but Jasmine believed that Aurora was very intelligent because she always responded every time she was spoken to.

"Here I'm a fat man." Jasmine stretched out her hand to make it easier to carry the Aurora that was currently in Gibran's arms.

"Why is the infusion open?" gibran asked without letting Jasmine carry Aurora.

"I'm not sick, Gibran!"

"You're short on fluids, Jasmine. You don't eat the same drink all day. You sleep like a fainted person."

"That's because I mostly cry so my eyes are heavy."

"That's why don't cry anymore..."

"Well, don't hurt me anymore!"

"Wouldn't, not again!"

Jasmine shut her mouth tightly after that, not knowing why this conversation had happened as if she was no longer angry with Gibran even though the anger was still the same.

"Here you go, I'll carry Rora..." Jasmine then switched the conversation, she again stretched out her hand and this time Gibran gave Aurora to her carefully.

"Daughter of a beautiful mother, a healing spit, son. Later masakin mom porridge your favorite salmon," jasmine said as she patted Aurora on the back and quickly managed to calm her down as if she recognized the scent of her mother's body until Gibran again regretted his foolishness deliberately away from them and lost many moments seeing Jasmine and a warm Aurora like this.

"Dad not in masakin either, ma'am?" gibran asked as he held back his tears, he smiled and gently rubbed the top of Jasmine's head.

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