So My First Two-Wife Love

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Either I was nervous or I wasn't used to the situation, I just stayed on the way home.

Though it used to be just me and Gibran but it never felt this lonely, then why did this situation feel suffocating?

This silence is a sign that my relationship with Gibran has gone too far.

I sighed softly and glanced at him who was staring straight at the road. "How's it going all this time?" I asked slowly, a little hesitating for fear that Gibran would answer her with a sharp answer.

"Gue's not okay..."

Gibran's voice sounded soft, almost as if he was holding on to a deep sadness that I no longer wanted to ask.

"Then you stay away, I can't be okay."

I was stunned to hear his reply, suddenly I wanted to cry. "Loe pushed me away..."

"Yes... I was wrong, sorry."

"Why?"

Gibran did not immediately answer, he was silent for a while making my feelings worse.

Just as we arrived in front of my house, Gibran finally turned his head and looked at me, he locked my eye movements with the look of his deep eyes.

He made me cry again because the look in his eyes showed deep sadness and fatigue.

"If I make a mistake you should say, if I make loe kesel you should also say do not get away from me. Don't make me feel like a stranger when you know in my life other than grandma there's only elo."

My tears kept dripping but I quickly wiped them. I don't want to show how frustrated I have been because of his attitude.

"Thank you for coming home." I didn't want to make things worse with my crying so I decided to get out of the car.

"Jasmine!" Gibran blocked my wrist and held my steps. "Say we're better!" he said again with a sad expression mixed with anger.

"Yes." I replied in a trembling voice.

"Keep why are you still crying, why are you still discussing?"

"Because I'm so angry! Because I'm really loose to make me feel that I'm no one in your life though... Though..."

Gibran knew I could no longer continue what I said let alone that I was crying again until he immediately pulled me into his arms.

A warm hug that was so tight that I could feel his regret once again.

"Loe means... Loe means so much to me that I say I'm not all right when you go far."

His words made me rediscover my previously lost hope from him.

"Gibran loe is so mean to me..."

"Yes, I'm evil... I'm sorry, please don't put any more distance between us."

I kept crying, like a little girl who lost her beloved doll, my cries were like spoiled whimpers.

Slowly Gibran let go of his embrace, he laughed at me who looked annoyed at not being able to stop crying.

"Don't be in the straw!"

"Loe gemesin anyway!"

"That's not in the closet!"

"Wouldn't want it before you let me in. Laper nih, kangen granny cooking..."

"Still thinking about eating."

"Truly laper, you don't see I'm kurusan because I never have breakfast."

I wiped my tears and looked at Gibran in confusion. I saw that his body was indeed a little thinner even his eye bags were clearly blackened. Looking at her as if looking at me who has trouble sleeping every night thinking about her but is she the same?

Does he think about me every night?

"Why not breakfast? Mama didn't make breakfast?" ask someone who doesn't want to expect more. I don't want to be disappointed anymore.

"Make it, but I always miss breakfast together loe." replied Gibran as he brushed away his tears.

I slowly ventured to touch Gibran's hand and led him with me, "let's eat together."

A smile was immediately engraved on that handsome face, a face that I had longed for so much. He then lowered my hand from his wrist, there was a feeling of fear that he would release it but Gibran placed his fingers between my fingers and held me even tighter.

"When my grandmother's house was in plain sight." my great-granddaughter laughed softly while looking at our hands that were holding hands.

"Well, yes, too." sighed Gibran as we were on the porch of my house but then Gibran took me running away from my house to the place where Gibran parked his car.

"Cock back again? Not eating first?" I asked confusedly but Gibran answered with a headband, "let's take a little while" he said, glancing at our clutched hands.

"Basic!"

"Kangen knows!"

Gibran managed to make me laugh with his silly behavior while holding my hand entered my house.

"Assalamualaikum.." Our compactness made me and Gibran laugh again.

It's been a long time since Gibran and I have greeted each other at the same time. Before Gibran graduated, we went to school almost every day, even though we never did again.

"Goddessalam..." My grandmother's voice answered from inside.

"Why just came home at this hour, grandma is worried especially if you can not be connected."

My grandmother always did, she would babble all her steps even though she still hadn't reached the door and when she finally opened the door, my grandmother looked stunned for a while.

"grandmother..." Gibran called out with a warm smile and instantly made my grandmother cry. His reaction made me and Gibran confused.

"Grandmother why?" ask me to worry.

"Grandmother thought Gibran was angry so never came to play again here. Grandma misses." answered my grandmother with a fluffy smile she wiped her tears and touched Gibran's arm, "is Gibran gold a mess?" even my grandmother noticed that Gibran was a moody. Gibran really took my grandmother's heart.

"I never have breakfast again so my portion of food is reduced, so I'm thin." replied Gibran sounding spoiled.

"Why is that?" asked my worried grandmother, Gibran smiled at my grandmother's worried expression because he seemed to be reminded of my previous expression.

"I'm used to eating Grandma's cooking every breakfast."

"Why then never come again? If you're angry with Jasmine the same time Grandma is also angry anyway?"

Gibran seemed touched by my grandmother's words as well as mine.

Now I'm really aware that Gibran has an important position in our little family.

My grandmother then invited Gibran to come in, he then swiftly prepared a plate so that Gibran and I could eat immediately.

"I'm going to take a shower" I said, but Gibran wouldn't let go of my hand, my grandmother smiling at our behavior. "Eat first." he said after putting the dishes on the dining table.

"Yes eat first." Gibran agreed. She then sat down in the chair she used to sit in and I sat right next to her while my grandmother sat in front of us.

"Eat a lot" said Gibran when I was just about to scoop rice on his plate, it was the code if he wanted to eat a double portion.

"Yes a lot, in abisin is also not a problem. Is it nek?" I said while asking my grandmother's opinion and put down the Gibran plate that I had filled with jumbo rice.

"Yes, my grandmother ate."

Gibran increasingly looks more excited let alone the dinner menu this favorite chicken stew. Indeed, lately my grandmother often cook Gibran's favorite dishes. Probably part of his yearning form for Gibran.

"Alhamdulillah, at last grandmother's cooking this time succeeded" said my grandmother who smiled warmly at us eating her cooking.

"Taste grandma where it never fails."

"Not that, grandma almost every day cook your favorite dishes hope you Dateng play to the house and finally today you really come."

Once again my grandmother showed her longing without hesitation, if I could be as bold as it was to show my longing for Gibran, what distance between us before would never have been.

"If I could, I'd like to eat my grandmother's cooking three times a day." said Gibran, who had taken the second cut of my grandmother's chicken stew.

"Married to Jasmine later granny masakin three times a day" joked my grandmother who suddenly made me and Gibran choked to a cough.

"Grandma!"

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