So My First Two Wives of Love

How to look at me

"So this is Ruby, the guy you like to tell?"

"Yes, um..."

The atmosphere immediately became awkward because Gibran and I answered the question simultaneously but Ruby did not look burdened even she smiled as if proud.

"Yes, have you guys talked then, let's cook your own mama." I knew Mama Gibran felt the same awkwardness that Gibran and I felt until she chose not to be among us anymore.

But I can't, I always feel claustrophobic when I'm between Gibran and Ruby. I was afraid they would ignore me and be as engrossed in their own world as the days before.

"Gue help my mom." My grandfather walked away but Gibran blocked my wrist and held me back.

"There's Ruby when you're cool with mama in the kitchen anyway? Kasian Ruby is alone."

"There's a loe! You guys are also leaving here, why do I have to nemenin you guys? I'm here because mom's invitation isn't to play with you guys."

"Jasmine don't get me wrong, I accidentally met Mr. Gibran at the college when I asked for a form to make a list there. It just so happened that Gibran wanted to go home together." explained Ruby, his expression made me feel like a bad girl who hurt him for no reason.

It's hard for me to hide my frustration, the fact that Gibran brought Ruby home makes it hard for me to accept it especially now that he knows that Gibran talks about Ruby a lot. All of that made my breath go down.

...

In the end I stayed in the kitchen with Gibran's mother. I've tried to stay with Gibran and Ruby but the end is always the same, they're always cool with their own world and forget that I'm among them.

"From here cape why don't you study with Gibran and Ruby?" ask mama Gibran while chopping vegetables that we will process into cooking.

"I came because I wanted to cook with my mom. I miss the same mom as neither Gibran nor Ruby." I answered the one who managed to make Gibran's mom named Hesti, the woman in her early forty years laughed. He then gave me the vegetables he had processed and I washed them.

"Gibran must have joked that he was horrified you were just kangen mama and he was not counted."

"Why do you miss him too!"

"Know it?"

"Yes, that's..."

Mama Gibran was visibly anxious with my evasive answer with an annoyed expression.

"Truly, again say I?"

Gibran's mother and I immediately pretended to be silent when Gibran suddenly entered the kitchen with an empty glass in his hand. It looks like it's Ruby's glass because there's a thin lipstick trail there. Though my mood had just improved but Gibran made my feelings annoyed easily.

"Let's say, don't mind having my own topic, I'm not invited." While splitting the distance between me and his mother, Gibran stood in our midst without hesitation.

"What the hell don't go into a girl's business!" I said protesting while trying to shift Gibran's body so that he would get away from the place where his mother was.

"Oh so, so you're the same mama wants to excommunicate me?"

Though you excommunicated me first, but now you are here whining because I was ostracized.

I'd love to tell Gibran but I'll hold myself back this time, blatantly showing my jealousy in front of Gibran's mother will only make Gibran's mother stop liking me too, like you who stopped liking me and preferred to be around him.

"Don't listen to it! Go there!" I said as I splashed water on Gibran's face to get him out of the way.

"Wet Jasmine!"

"Who told you to bully!"

I was still splashing water on Gibran, hoping he would leave the kitchen but Gibran replied to me.

"Who told me not to be invited! Come on, you're the same mama talking to me, right?"

"Pawn!"

"Gue pede because I'm handsome!" Gibran's voice made me shudder to pretend disgust because the narcissistic level was getting more and more unhelpful, "Huek!"

"Pamil loe! Oh my God, I'm not ready to be a father!"

"Look at Gibran!" I whined while pointing at Gibran while his mother could only sigh at our behavior let alone Gibran continuously splashing water at me brutally.

"Stop Gibron! My clothes are wet!"

"Leave copy!"

"Don't bring a change of clothes!

"Wear your clothes!"

"Mama help me dong..."

"Udah Gibran, the father of Jasmine." eventually Gibran's mother intervened to stop his son's childish side. Gibran is always difficult to stop if he is joking like a boy.

"Well, my mother's son, I'm not him!" Gibran protest does not accept.

And I purposely put a spoiled expression on Gibran's mother, "My clothes are wet..."

"Yes, you have copied it now, you changed your clothes first. Jasmine let's go with mama take clothes for you to copy." said Gibran's mother who immediately made Gibran put on an irritated expression let alone I deliberately stick my tongue out at him when following his mother's steps.

"Tell me later!" whispered Gibran as he passed by me and stepped towards his room, I know he is upset now but I am more upset first. Isn't this fair?

...

Mama Gibran gave one of her dresses to me and I accepted it. This was my first time wearing his clothes but not because I was feeling uncomfortable, what I was worried about was his size considering his mother Gibran's body was tall and slightly fat while I was shorter than him and my body was tiny, looks like the dress she gave me will make me drown.

"Gibran is done, change your wet clothes first."

I nodded my head and stepped towards Gibran who had just come out of his room and had already changed his wet clothes because of me.

"Make a change, don't stay in my room for long!"

"Why? Loe's afraid of the secret store comic loe I dismantled!"

"Not a comic..."

"Keep what?"

Gibran approached and whispered, he whispered something that instantly made me hit him on the shoulder without hesitation. "Don't be crazy, loe!"

"Shhht..."

"Order my modusin semalem!" I just pinched Gibran's stomach before stepping into his room and letting him grimace.

I saw that nothing had changed from Gibran's room, when I was a child I used to stay and sleep in this room with him and as a teenager I no longer entered this room. Surely I have a sense of hesitation and shame in contrast to Gibran who always casually entered my room, he even still dared to stay in my room last night.

Or maybe Gibran's way of looking at me is different from the way I look at him?

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