So My First Two-Wife Love

Grizzled

>>> Gibran POV <<<

"Would I go, you'd be happy, Jasmine?"

Jasmine did not find the answer to my question.

He just kept quiet and walked away from me.

Cloudy clouds colored gray, dark look filled the sky. Even when the sky is clear, I still look at it the same because it is like the condition of my heart now.

The black cloud had never left, lingering for so long in my heart since I hurt him.

Ever since I hurt Jasmine, ever since I doubted my feelings for her.

How stupid of me...

I was so stupid, I hurt you so brutally.

How can I cure you now?

The umbrella I was holding finally slipped out of my hand, I let the umbrella away in the wind that was blowing even louder.

Should I let go too?

Went away from my side like that time?

The time when I was dying because every second missed him.

When I was entangled by the never-ending regret that I made so many mistakes.

Angry at her for my broken heart for my own mistakes and I ended up hurting her again.

Maybe I wasn't meant to make you happy, Jasmine, but I love you, only God knows that you are my life...

I don't want to lose you, Jasmine...

I love you as much as my own life, without you I might die.

Jasmine, I'm sorry...

If I could still try but why are you showing me such an expression?

Makes me realize I'm too late to fix it.

You and me...

We're.

>>> Jasmine POV <<<

How to stop loving...

I want to know how to stop loving...

My crying may have stopped but the pain is still there.

In my increasingly porous heart.

I sat quietly leaning on my desk, thinking for a moment before I opened the drawer of the study table where I kept the unfinished Ruby diary I had read.

Intended not to read it again because I did not want to read the hate speech Ruby showed me but it seems I need to know everything, all the things I never knew so far.

My breath felt heavy, stuck in my tight chest. Shaking, I'm still the same. This pain was too excruciating that my body had reacted so far and I quickly closed the diary when the first name in the writing was 'Gibran'.

I pressed my heavy nape, crying once more as jealousy instantly filled my heart.

All of this made me remember how Ruby shifted my position so easily.

Dragging the memories I tried to forcibly forget all along.

My cries still did not stop when I reopened the book, taking a deep breath before returning to read it.

"Jakarta, July 08, 20xx

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Gibran...

Every time I saw her, every time she saw Jasmine. Isn't that overkill?

Jasmine not only captivated my father but was also the first man to catch my attention.

Once again I found a reason to hate him but unfortunately, I found no way to destroy him.

They seem to be made for each other.

Inseparable even the universe seemed supportive because I wasn't in the same class as Jasmine until I had trouble approaching Jasmine, not to become familiar but to find a way so that I could hurt her..."

I held my breath, Ruby held so much grudge against me.

Every verse of her writing I read made me sick, not because I was hurt by her but because I could feel Ruby's anger through her writing.

How many wounds did I give you until you hated me so much?

I then opened another sheet, most of his writing describing his life inversely proportional to what I had known.

Ruby always boasts of her father whenever she talks to me, which makes me feel jealous because I don't have a father like she has, which always makes me wonder if only my father had a little of his father's nature.

But actually, it's all just a lie...

"I just came home after taking a rapot alone, mom refused to take my rapot because her schedule clashed with her and papa, she doesn't care about anything I do.

At least if she doesn't care about me then don't care about her, too, Jasmine!

He hid in the parking lot, which I thought Papa wanted to surprise me at first, by the way it came suddenly picked me up but I was expecting too much because the reality of papa was by secretly looking at Jasmine from a distance.

Devastated, my heart broke to the point of seeing my father hide his face when Jasmine passed past his car and after that he started crying.

If Jasmine meant so much, why didn't she just go over to his side? That way I can pity myself more because my father loves his bastard son more."

My head hurts, I squint my eyes because my eyes start to twitch.

"That day has finally arrived, the day when I had a chance close to Jasmine. Because you're finally in the same class.

I asked him to speak first, To be honest his attitude is not bad unless he rarely speaks but he is gentle and considerate.

But even after my struggle approached him, I could never really get along with him much less Gibran was still loyal to his side, commuting to take him.

They are like happy lovers...

I hate it, hate it when he always suddenly smiles while staring at his phone screen and if I peek, he's texting Gibran.

A perfect life, he who is just an illegitimate child, what is worth loving like that?

I'm sick of it but I hold on to being her "best friend" until it finally arrives the day Jasmine introduces me to Gibran.

The day when new hope arises because at least they are two fools who deny the feelings between them that are clearly visible in the eyes of others but they are closed, covered in the word friendship.

I infiltrated easily in their relationship affecting Gibran by saying that his feelings for Jasmine were not actual love but Platonic Love,"

>>> Flashback On <<<

"Sister Gibran!" I ran quickly to Gibran before the man left after dropping off Jasmine at school.

I set out early in the morning to get this chance because I saw Gibran wait a few times for Jasmine to enter his class and he left.

"Ruby's..." She smiled politely at me but her eyes still continued to stare at Jasmine who was already at the end there.

"Ngeliatin Jasmine and her. Honestly, I actually have a crush on Jasmine, right?"

Her face instantly flushed red, very clearly drawn from her nervous expression if she was infatuated with Jasmine.

"What a surprise?" Damn, he admitted it.

I only smiled faintly to cover up the vexation that instantly filled my chest cavity.

"But sister, you guys are always together from small, brother sure it's really love or even Platonic love relationship?"

"You mean?"

"Maybe your relationship has a strong bond because it's used to being together from childhood not a romantic relationship between men and women..."

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