So My First Two-Wife Love

Longs

Time passed, too slow to make me feel tormented every second, every time I saw their togetherness.

I put a headset in my ear, covering my hearing from the noise I didn't want to hear if Gibran had thrown me away, if my position had been replaced by my own best friend.

It's been a year since Gibran graduated but he's still the most popular guy at this school because every corner of the school talks about him, making me miss him even more.

I wish he missed me too...

What possible?

I wiped away my tears as I remembered her, the tightness in my heart made my breath go too tight.

At least he doesn't seem to miss me...

I saw him again, I don't know how long it's been since he last picked me up. He came today, waiting in front of his car while looking at his cell phone.

In the corner of my wounded heart, I pray that she does not forget me when Ruby runs towards her and smiles so cheerfully as if she is the happiest girl in the world.

And I'm here, hiding in a quiet library and watching them leave without looking for me, without waiting for me.

Maybe I've forgotten it.

I'm waiting, I'm still waiting...

I waited for the dark day, I waited for the school guards to expel me from this library like the days before. I was still waiting, amid the silence and the dim lights in the midst of my loneliness.

"School is closing, when do you want to be here?"

I raised my gaze, and found Gibran standing before me.

I smiled bitterly and turned my face away, so frustrated that I missed him that I could see him this clearly.

Once again I wiped my tears, I missed him....

I miss him too much...

"Hey, why cry?"

I lowered my face, my body was trembling. I can't say anything but cry and cry. Why are you so clear that I can feel the touch of your hand that drives away this loneliness.

This dream is so scary, I am afraid to wake up from this dream because I want to stay like this. I want to get your attention...

"Dark-eyed..."

Not Jasmine but jasmine.

He was angry, he was angry with me even in this dream he was still angry with me.

"I'm sorry... Sorry Gibran.." with a trembling body I apologized to him and he hugged me so tightly.

"Sorry...." I could not stop my tears, my body would not stop trembling even as I returned his embrace.

The hug I missed so much, the hug I needed so much...

"Gue kangen, Jasmine... I miss you very much, Loe..."

"If you miss why did you never come? Why did you never contact me again? Gibran, loe nasty... I miss it, I waited but you forgot about me... Loe lupain me. Excuse me... I'm sorry, don't go again, don't go away from me again..."

The hug that Gibran gave off felt so warm, he was getting tighter and tighter hugging me and I couldn't help myself not to return his embrace as tightly.

"Sorry Jasmine... Sorry..."

Like two fools, we kept hugging as if the longing was still unrequited. Enjoy slow-moving time every second, making up for time wasted away.

Our relationship, even though this may be just my dream, but I want our relationship to improve like this.

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I opened my eyes, the dream felt so real that I had to wipe my tears so I could see clearly and the first face I saw when my vision began to clear was Gibran's face.

The face of the man I so longed for that I dreamed it so clearly or maybe it wasn't a dream?

Gibran's warm hands slowly stretched out to touch my face, he smiled gently at me and his eyes looked puffy.

"Loe cried until she fainted... Sorry..."

"Gue's in the hospital?" Ask me when I see the infusion hose stuck to my wrist.

"Gue panicked so I took you to the hospital."

"Where's granny?"

"Gue didn't tell grandma because she was afraid of grandma being shocked. Doctor says you're just tired so there's no need to step up."

It still feels so awkward even though we cried before while hugging very tightly expressing the longing that has been held back, but, but the distance was still so pronounced that I couldn't talk as much as I usually do.

I realized that when I got hurt I didn't say much and it seemed like I was still not fully healed.

"Loe wants to eat?" ask Gibran.

"Later to eat at home. I want to go home."

"Gue call the doctor first to check elo before going home."

I nodded my head as the answer. Gibran then stepped out of the room and soon returned with a doctor.

Gibran did not let go of my hand when the doctor examined me.

Should I take this wound off now and receive its warmth again?

"Everything is stable, but I recommend that patients take more rest at home."

"Thank you, Doc..."

The doctor then came out of the room where I was treated and the nurse helped me remove the infusion needle that pierced my wrist.

"It hurts?" Ask Gibran while touching my hand where the used bandage is attached.

"Nothing, this is not going to make me die."

"Loe's still mad at me?"

"Yes?"

Gibran slowly knelt down, he raised his face so that he could stare at my face even more clearly who was currently sitting on the sofa as he prepared to put on my bag.

"Don't be angry again, please." said Gibran again pleading.

It felt like I wanted to tell her not to ignore me when there was Ruby. I wanted to tell him I felt removed but my tongue was so twisted.

I was too afraid to hurt her until I kept hurting myself.

"Yuk went home." asked me who tried to ignore him but Gibran did not let me move. He held my hands and held me.

"Not until we're better..."

You don't know what it's like, Gibran... When you're like this, you kind of open up such great expectations for me, which makes me want to depend on you like before.

Please don't hurt me anymore...

"OK!"

The smile on Gibran's lips was finally engraved, he then hugged me once more.

"Gue kangen is so loe, Jasmine... Please tell me that you miss me too."

Taking a deep breath, I returned his embrace and said, "gue is also missing you.." So please don't stay away again.

Gibran then let go of his embrace, smiling and wiping away my tears before finally waking up.

While holding my hand, Gibran took me out of the hospital. He opened his car door for me when I was about to open the back door of his car but he opened the door in the front seat first.

"Gue's not a driver, sitting in front..."

It felt strange, like finding my place, that warm feeling again filled the recesses of my heart while sitting in the front seat right next to Gibran.

Where it should have been from the beginning was mine...

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