So My First Two-Wife Love

Owner of hearts

...Jasmine POV's...

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It all felt confusing to me, the more I read Ruby's diary, the more I was swayed.

If Gibran used Ruby to get my heart, but why would he use pain to test my feelings on him?

Why does he disappoint me so many times? Time and again hurt my heart as if it was a necessity.

I lowered my head, pressed my neck which was heavy, I wanted to cry but these tears felt dry. Then how do I get rid of the feeling in my heart?

Drtc ... Drtc ...

The vibrating sound of my phone distracts me, and I see who's calling me in the middle of the night like this?

"Juna" the name appeared on my phone screen, a message he sent me.

"Are you asleep?" Write that message.

"Not yet." My reply was brief.

"I'm bothering you?"

"A little bit...."

"Sorry, can we meet tomorrow?"

"Kurasa ... I still need time to be alone,"

"Well, call me if you're bored and lonely. I'm still the same, Jasmine .... I'll wait."

My head feels like it's about to break. My feelings for Gibran are still not complete and Juna has moved forward again.

It should be like that, like Juna who chased me tirelessly even though I hurt and disappointed you so many times, but why can't you do the same Gibran? If it is love ....

"Obsession, you know that? I think Gibran is obsessed with Jasmine. Her mood was always influenced by Jasmine's attitude, she became agitated just because Jasmine looked injured as if it was her wound.

I don't understand , really ... Maybe it's because I've never been loved or because my feelings for her become clearer if I love her.

Gibran is actually not bad, if there is no Jasmine that fills his heart then he is a good man and also considerate.

Gibran even listened to my curses about my father's attitude that always missed Jasmine and made me feel pushed aside, she also noticed me so much when her father obviously disliked me and her mother loved Jasmine so much that my arrival at their home felt like an unwanted intruder.

He made me think that he was slowly falling in love with me.

Maybe I've managed to get his heart .... "

My heart ached, I closed the diary once again and stepped into my bed.

Lying down for a moment, hoping that sleeping would bring me a little peace but my heart just got heavier.

Me and Gibran, by the way,

We're separated, I want it myself, then why is my heart still this sick?

I was really tired, holding this feeling made me tired.

Being stupid makes me tired, though,

Loving also makes me tired,

I'm sick of everything in my exhausting life.

I'm sick of her not declaring her love for me so clearly, I'm sick of myself being just as cowardly as she is.

How should I behave now?

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The sound of Aurora's crying made me rush out of the room even though I had just finished taking a bath.

"Mother here, son." as I walked closer to her voice until my steps stopped when I saw Gibran in the kitchen holding Aurora and preparing her milk.

"Gibran.." I was so surprised that I did not realize how I looked until Gibran turned to me, cleared his throat slowly and turned his face red that his ears also turned red.

Without wasting any more time, I immediately ran into my room. Shut up for a moment while digesting all of this as this situation left me half-dead of confusion.

The first thing I checked was the date on the calendar, it seems like I read too many fantasy novels to the point that I thought maybe I was drawn to the past because it was so frustrating to deal with this situation but nothing changed from that date, even my room is the same as last night.

So it wasn't an illusion or a dream and it wasn't Gibran who was still my husband, it seemed like I was going crazy soon.

"Jasmine.." Jasmine...." Gibran's voice behind the door surprised me. I stepped closer to the door even though I didn't open it.

"I want to talk to you about something, can we talk to you for a second?"

"Yes, I'm wearing clothes first." I think I just lost my sanity for saying something like that to Gibran who is now my ex-husband.

Not long after that I came out of my room and Gibran was still standing in front of my door with his face still crimson, he cleared his throat as our eyes met. It seemed like he was trying hard to temper his nervousness.

"What are you talking about?" ask me who is no less nervous.

Little did not understand why we became awkward now but it was much better than we hated each other like in the past.

Gibran did not immediately answer, he turned to Aurora who was currently in my grandmother's arms while suckling.

"You talk, grandma wants to take Rora for a morning walk," said my grandmother understanding.

He then put Aurora on the baby carriage and after that he immediately took Aurora out of the house leaving me and Gibran alone.

"Where are you talking?" ask me once again because Gibran still hasn't answered my question before.

"At the backyard," Gibran finally replied, he immediately stepped up to leave me alone towards the backyard.

When I arrived in the backyard, Gibran was seen sitting in a chair that was still slightly wet with the dew that had not yet fully evaporated.

I sat right next to him, he turned his head when he noticed my arrival and smiled faintly.

The smile that resuscitated me if it was obvious was a smile of sadness but I held back as much as possible to remain calm without feeling sorry for her.

"I got a job offer abroad ...."

"Yes?"

Either I was depressed because of her whereabouts or because of the previous thing Gibran told me that must be my chest getting claustrophobic now.

"So you want to move abroad?" ask me carefully.

"If you will...."

"Why should I get permission? We're no longer husband and wife, Gibran."

"But you're Rora's mother,"

I went back into silence, stunned for a moment, maybe I was just touched by his words.

"...."

Gibran was still silent, just like me who was also silent while letting the morning breeze blow freshly on my face and body.

"Jasmine ...."

"Yes?"

I fell silent as Gibran began to face me and looked at me deeply.

"I'll be back to get your heart back so take good care of yourself and don't get hurt again."

Is this true? Everything that happened between us is it right?

I could not say anything to Gibran other than to just be quiet and pay attention to everything he did at once as he stood before me and began to stretch out his hand.

"I've done everything, I hope you're healed when I get back, because I'm not leaving to give up on all this but to make you realize that I'm always going to be the same." he said after I shook his hand.

"I'll always love you, Jasmine... Because you are the owner of my heart."

He looked at me and smiled warmly before finally letting go of my hand and stepping away from me.

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