So My First Two-Wife Love

Peace

I closed my eyes as Gibran moved closer and closer.

"Go take a shower, baby. or I'll make you sweat more" whispered Gibran who suddenly made me get up and run into the bathroom.

I locked the bathroom door tightly so that Gibran could not infiltrate as before even though I foolishly gave him the opportunity.

After adjusting my breath, I slowly stepped towards the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I am a fool!

While lowering my face, I washed my face with cold water and saw my reflection back in the mirror.

My half-dry hair looks tangled, thankfully I only wear thin make-up so the raindrops don't make my face look weird, but even so I still look very messy with the dress almost sagging and the bra whose hook is already open.

I look like a woman who just finished making love!

Oh, my thoughts....

How do I clear my mind when I find a reddish patch of Gibran on my neck? Not only that but I also found the trace on my nape and also on my shoulder and lower lip also flushed from Gibran's naughty bite in the kiss earlier.

It's crazy, I can't think straight now.

...

I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time before I finally got out of there in a bathrobe.

It was raining heavily from the window that was not covered with curtains until finally my gaze met on the handsome face of Gibran who was currently leaning on the bed while folding both hands on his chest, he looks asleep.

I carefully stepped closer, pulling the curtains to cover the window as the lightning looked terrible out there and then I sat on the edge of the bed, right next to Gibran.

"Gibran.." call me slow, but Gibran doesn't answer.

"Gibrans...." I called once more, but this time I ventured to touch the back of his hand.

Gibran's kisses opened his eyes, he immediately smiled as soon as our eyes met.

"His bath?" ask Gibran gently.

I replied with a nod of my head. Gibran smiled once more, his outstretched hand touching the wet end of my hair. "You can catch a cold if your hair is alkaline like this,"

"Nothing will also dry itself. If you want to sleep do not sit, then your waist hurts."

"If I have a backache, do you bother?"

"Yes?"

I didn't fully understand Gibran's words until I didn't hesitate to show a look of confusion before him until I understood shortly after, but Gibran had already laughed at me.

"Don't laugh! I'm going to sleep real later if the rain subsides I wake up." I immediately got up, intending to sit on the sofa located not far from the window so that I could peek out from behind the window curtain gap and make sure things were outside, but Gibran held back my steps by blocking my wrist.

"Why?" ask me nervous.

"Where are you going?" Gibran asked softly.

"I want to sit there all wanting hair" I replied, but then Gibran pulled me until I moved closer and then without letting go of my hand, Gibran asked again.

"Let's sleep together....."

"Yes?"

"You and me, let's go to bed together."

"..."

He picked up a small towel on the nightstand and started helping me dry my hair.

"I never wanted to help you with your hair?" Gibran began the conversation again, this time calmer and softer in the absence of implied passion.

Like a time of peace, without seduction, Gibran's actions and speech drew me to the past.

I smiled faintly as the memories flashed. "At that time, I was thinking maybe if we get married then we will be a harmonious couple" I murmured softly.

"...but the fact is we always meet at quarrels." continued my recontent made Gibran speechless.

"Why did you call me selfish back then?" ask me while looking at him.

Gibran did not answer, so he put down the towel he used to dry my hair and began combing my hair carefully.

"I don't know how to get your attention anymore than by hurting you" Gibran replied after finishing combing my hair.

"You are unusual...."

Gibran looks sorry, I never want to ruin this situation, but forgiving doesn't mean forgetting.

Even so I kept going up on the bed, lying right next to him until Gibran also lay down. We faced each other, Gibran then approached and kissed my forehead warm.

"I know so many wounds that I put into your heart, but I must have healed them...."

That one warm promise broke into my heart, calming my anxiety until I fell asleep without the slightest worry.

***

We went home late at night, Gibran drove me only to the porch because he still had to pack before his departure tomorrow.

"There's still so much for her date today, I'm sure I can survive if I miss you after my departure tomorrow."

I just smiled in response, honestly though reluctantly admitting that the time we spent together now was a date, but I was quite happy.

Enough to make me miss him before his departure.

"Go home, don't miss the plane tomorrow!"

"You didn't mean to me, did you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

A soft smile again adorned his handsome face, Gibran then rubbed the top of my head. "Sorry because today I can't help you buy Rora's clothes again."

"It's okay, you can order online!"

Gibran laughed at my joke, but after that he hugged me tightly.

"I'm home."

"Yes, be careful."

"Not offered nginep nih?"

"No! It's gone home."

Now it was my turn to laugh at him for his expression, but Gibran stole a kiss on my cheek before leaving me who was sculpting because of his actions.

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