So My First Two Wives of Love

A better friend than me

"Pett dong jasmine!!!" Gibran shouted while calling my name with the name 'melati' it sign he was getting upset waiting for me.

"Patience dong bang!" And I replied with a call that would definitely make Gibran even more annoyed while running towards him who was waiting on his bike so that we could go to school together.

"Angt ... Brother ... I'm the taxi boy's brother!"

"Who told you to call me jasmine? My name is J.A.S.M.I.N.E a.k.a Jasmine, the beautiful beauty who has no two."

"Brewle! Jasmine is the same as Jasmine!"

"Different!"

"Yes!"

"Have a stick!"

"Bodos! So if I don't want to call Melati, nimble little dong!"

"Indeed if jasmine is catapulted? Loe aja aja keppetan datengnya, seneng ya gonceng-gonceng pretty rich me early in the morning gini?"

"Fuck up, chatty again!"

"Belgium!"

"Was the handle?"

"No way!"

"Yes already!"

I almost fell if my hand was not quick to catch Gibran's plate that launched the motor faster than usual. Sometimes I wonder, he is a man but likes to sulk like a woman who is PMS and of course I punish him with a pinch strong enough to make him grimace.

"Auchh ... Pain, Jasmine!"

"Who told me to speed!"

"Who told you not to hold on?"

"Not muhrim!"

"We are still in high school so we can't get married ..."

Our relationship is like this, said like an enemy but we are not separated.

Gibran is the best friend I've known since I was born? Because he was a year older than me but he always said that we were the same age that's why he was always annoyed when I called him "Abang" but I'm also annoyed every time he calls me "Dare" Yes it might mean the same thing as my name but I prefer to be called Jasmine, my name is so beautiful and cool, oh come on what year it is, doesn't she know that Jasmine's name is much more subtle than Melati's? Ha ... Ha ... No, jasmine is also good, I just prefer Jasmine because it's the name my mother gave me before she died after giving birth to me.

There are times when Gibran's attitude and speech make my heart flutter, but I can't interpret it maybe because I'm so young? Or do I not dare to interpret it for fear that our friendship will be broken?

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We arrived at the school not twenty minutes, not because Gibran was riding his motorbike with speed but because the distance of the school from where we lived was not too far away.

I then got off the top of Gibran's bike and waited for Gibran to get off his bike so we could go to class together and at least get to the front of my class first because Gibran's class passed my class.

"Can't open a helmet?" Gibran said again, if only his face was not handsome, I might have pinched his pungent lips, but I did not feel the heart to make the handsome face of God's creation swell because of my actions.

"The helmet of kegedean is hard."

"Can be cute ... " I deliberately blinked my eyes as I said it and Gibran responded with a shuddering expression of horror. Basic, even though many have said that my face is cute, always looks younger than my actual age but Gibran never wanted to admit it.

"Byeah, come ..." Gibran said after I opened my helmet.

We then stepped together, moments like this make me sometimes feel proud to have a handsome and popular friend like Gibran because I also became popular, although not infrequently I also often get cynical gazes from fans Gibran but they never dared to really bother me because Gibran never left me alone.

It went on even after he graduated first but he still just kept driving me to school yes even though we still fought all the way because I was always catapulting for him even though he was the one who always come early to my house to eat fried rice made by my grandmother.

It is not uncommon for Gibran to also pick me up when he was not as busy with his studies as he is today.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to pick me up?" My surprised speech saw her sitting in front of my school gate when I promised to go home with my friend, Ruby. We intend to stop by the bookstore for a while to look for the task materials that have accumulated considering this is my last year as a high school student

"When did I ever tell you I was gonna pick you up ..." Gibran said no less fiercely than my previous question.

"Yes also ..." My great-grandson is slow.

"He who? Your boyfriend?"

Gibran and I both turned their heads when Ruby asked, I forgot that she was with me because there had never been anyone else between me and Gibran before.

"No, he's just a neighbor who likes to eat at grandma's house!" I joked, but it made me take the thread in my head from Gibran.

"It hurts!" I protested but Gibran did not look guilty in the slightest and it made Ruby laugh.

"You're funny, watch out for falling in love ..." Tempting Ruby, she easily entered into our conversation without the slightest sense of awkwardness.

"Can't be!" Gibran replied quickly and firmly making me quite surprised because the answer made my heart suddenly feel claustrophobic.

"Gue Gibran, this crazy girl neighbor."

"I'm Ruby, my friend Jasmine."

It felt strange, watching my two best friends get acquainted while shaking hands in front of me like this. I don't get it, though, there should be nothing wrong with their introductions just that my chest continues to feel claustrophobic let alone seeing them share a look that I feel like I never got that kind of stare from Gibran.

***

They are close easily, I do not need to try to make them familiar because they have a lot in common and my holidays that usually only Gibran has now added a new member, Ruby. Sometimes there's a feeling of envy because Gibran and I always have conflicting interests like he likes football while I like badminton, he likes drawing and I prefer writing, and he's quieter and I talk more. Because of Ruby's presence between us, I became more and more aware that Gibran and I were barely compatible with each other.

But my relationship with Gibran has lasted since childhood, right? I don't want to be bothered with their relationship getting closer but every time we get together three, I always feel alienated because of the topic of conversation I don't know about now they are talking about a footballer who has just been transferred to another club and I just keep quiet without knowing who the player is they talked.

Because I constantly felt not invited in their talks, I chose to go to the kitchen on the grounds of preparing fruit for snacks.

"What's wrong with you, son?"

I turned my head when I heard my grandmother's voice now approaching me, usually he never comes to me when I spend all day with Gibran but my grandmother doesn't go anywhere and continues to be around us and occasionally invites me to talk when I start to feel lonely between Gibran and Ruby.

Is it possible because all this time I've only been living with my grandmother, she knows that I'm not feeling all right now?

I even cried before I could answer.

"It seems Gibran found a better friend than me, grandma ..."

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