So My First Two-Wife Love

Ingestion

"Darling..."

I immediately closed Ruby's diary and put it in the drawer when Gibran called.

I quickly wiped my tears so that Gibran, who was already in the doorway of my room, was unaware of my crying.

"What?" ask me loudly as I walk up to him before the man infiltrates me and it might get me in more trouble.

"I'm cooking, I'm eating" Gibran asked as he touched my wrist and intended to lead me but I firmly pulled my hand and just walked ahead of him.

I heard Gibran sighing heavily, maybe he was disappointed and it was actually hard for me to be cold to him but I had to do it, if not then I will continue to fall into this endless abyss of pain.

I was already at the dinner table when Gibran returned to the kitchen. He then put two pieces of fried pufferfish, I then raised my gaze as if in disbelief, not because this fish a little bit charred but because I know Gibran does not like to eat fish.

"There are fish that are spiced up with grandma so I'm fried, '" he said, but I still looked at her and made her more nervous. "There is no other menu, like grandma has not been shopping" he continued, after which Gibran sat right in front of me.

Gibran then took my plate and helped me scoop up the rice, "this is enough?" ask Gibran gently.

"I can take it myself" said I, who immediately took my plate in his hand and put the rice back on my plate because Gibran poured too much while the remaining rice was not much, it was definitely not the portion that would keep Gibran full.

"Why did you eat it so much?" gibran asked and I replied coldly, "i've never eaten much."

Gibran sighed, I'm sure he went awry facing me, but if he's not persuading me now then he'll definitely scold me.

We started eating after Gibran poured all the remaining rice on his plate, but the man seemed to have trouble separating the fish bones in his dish, that's why Gibran doesn't like to eat fish because he can't separate the fish bones properly.

Gibran gulped down a lot of water after eating a mouthful of rice with the piece of fish he had previously separated the durinya with great difficulty but I'm sure there are still thorns left until he looks in pain now.

I let out a heavy sigh when I saw his reddened face as he drank hurriedly and almost choked, he said, he was so messed up now that I was forced to pull his plate closer to my side and then separate the fish on his plate from his durian to clean.

"When it's just a bloated fish not a milkfish, you may have a bone sprain" I sneered at him after returning the plate.

Gibran then cleared his throat, smiling shyly afterwards and muttering softly, "love."

"Eating the real, it's still big can't eat fish alone!" once I was not content to sneer at him, but Gibran was not at all seen to mind the cynical scorn that I was throwing at him.

We ate quietly after that, probably because since yesterday we have not eaten so a warm rice menu with fried fish alone tasted so delicious.

Or maybe it was the first time we ate together?

My heart began to betray my wits again, throbbing just because our two eyes had accidentally met.

I immediately turned my face after that while sipping my water to the end and after that I quickly stepped into the kitchen while carrying my dirty dishes and glasses then put it on the sink and started washing it but Gibran put the dirty dishes and the glasses on the sink after I was almost finished even though that was not what upset me but because of this position.

Gibran was behind my body, washing the dishes until my body froze, let alone Gibran deliberately pressing until my wiggle room completely disappeared.

"Can you please step aside?" ask me while clenching my teeth, if it continues like this I could be happy!

"Udah kelar right? Move over!" I said scathingly while glancing cynically. Gibran then turned and smiled warmly at me and whispered flirtatiously, "we are romantic?"

"Isa what the hell, Gibran?! Just be careful, I don't want to whip around the same people who haven't showered from yesterday like you!"

I tried to let go of myself but Gibran's hand holding on to the edge of the sink made it hard for me to move a lot because the more I rebelled the more our bodies rubbed.

"Would you take a shower?" gibran asked softly, he looked at me, a gaze that almost hypnotized me at the hospital this morning and now he's doing it again.

My sanity, this feeling engulfed my sanity, finishing me off with its charm. How-to? I want to escape from this situation but how?

Highlighting Gibran's eyes began to move down, he stared at my lips intensely then looked back at my eyes after that, after giving a stinging vibe to my entire body.

"Thank you." he said quietly while I was still speechless, hypnotized by his deep gaze.

"Thank you because you still care about me even though I've been hurting you all this time."

She squeezed my heart, she tried to pull back the feeling I was hiding, she reached out to me with her tenderness and cradled me with her warmth.

Gibran is too dangerous, both my body and my heart, they keep giving themselves up to a man who is fully aware of having hurt me all this time, to the man who broke me so many times, he said, to the man who was currently landing his lips gently on top of mine.

It might not be a kiss but it was a kiss that managed to tear down my defenses that I hadn't even fully finished building yet.

Too easy, I might as well be too stupid in his eyes right now.

"What fun? Touching me just about anything makes you proud?" clenching my hand, I asked in a stifled voice the rest of my pride.

"Darling..."

"Stop calling me that, Gibran... I'm so sick of it!"

Tears were held in my eyes as Gibran slowly moved away, he was visibly injured until he kept moving backwards, giving me a gap to get away from him and step away into my room, locked myself in there and cried.

I touched my lips with trembling hands, I could still feel it as if it left a trail that stuck like a tattoo I could never get rid of.

I heard a knock on the door of my room, and I, who was still leaning on the door, could feel Gibran standing there.

"Sorry Jasmine, I won't touch you without your permission next time..."

Next time...

As if he was so confident that getting that chance made my confidence that I wanted to escape from him continue to be eroded.

I'm afraid I can never let go, I'm afraid I'm swallowed by this feeling...

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