So My First Two Wives of Love

When you love another

My grandmother and I sat in silence after my father's departure. Now I really hope I won't see him again.

This pain torments my mind. This selfish me only thinks about my feelings when my grandmother suffers more even I have kept it quiet lately.

My grandmother sighed, she looked so tired that I immediately got up and walked up to her. "Sorry grandma... I don't know if Grandma's secret was alone all this time." I said crying while crouching and leaning my head on her lap.

"You're not wrong, son." replied my grandmother as she gently rubbed my head.

My cry broke even more as my grandmother began to cry again, feeling heart-wrenching. The wound he had been keeping for himself, in his old thin body, I added the wound yesterday and now I regret it so much.

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The Gibran family came to my house the next day because of both me and my grandmother, none of us came to their home last night to fulfill a dinner appointment that had been made a few days earlier.

They came with warm feelings except for Gibran who was still cold, the same attitude that I showed him while my grandmother was in her room. Last night she had a fever after crying telling my mother's heartbreaking story.

I thought my life had suffered a lot but the life my mother had was very bad. I hope he is happy in heaven...

The fact that my father did not love my mother but still married her made my heart even more angry because in the end my father had an affair. My mother's story scares me even more, maybe if I keep forcing my marriage to Gibran, I will have the same fate as my mother.

"Where's grandma?" Mama Gibran asked me who was making drinks in the kitchen for me to serve them.

"Grandma's in the room, grandma got sick last night" I replied.

"Why don't you call us?" Papa Gibran.

They care so much for me and my grandmother, it would be nice to be their real family but Gibran keeps looking at me coldly. He looks angry at me when I should have been mad at him.

"Grandmother is fine just said she was still a little dizzy" replied I all took pains to take my eyes off Gibran.

Both Gibran's parents then stepped into my grandmother's room.

This awkwardness came again when Gibran got up from the sofa and approached me who had been in the kitchen.

"We need to talk" he said without further ado.

"Yes, by the way." I replied impressed unconcerned when I was just trying to control myself from this nervousness.

"I waited in the backyard." he said before stepping away from me.

To be honest, this relationship made my heart hurt even more. When I needed someone to lean on, Gibran moved away from me.

I then served two cups of coffee and a cup of tea to Gibran and his parents and I put them on the sofa table even though they were not there after that I stepped into my backyard, but as I crossed my room, I heard my grandmother talking to Gibran's parents.

"Yes, I think Jasmine is coming back to your house." replied my Grandma in a husky, slow voice.

"Jasmine came with her friend and went straight home, it looks like Gibran and Jasmine are still fighting." Gibran's mother said.

"Don't be forced, if they don't want this marriage." My grandmother spoke again and Gibran's parents did not say this time.

"What I'm afraid is that if I don't live long, Jasmine doesn't have a home to go back to and lean on, but if Gibran doesn't agree with their wedding plans, there's no need to press her. I'm afraid Jasmine will end up getting hurt again ..."

"That's impossible, the first time we talked about their wedding plans with Gibran, he looked happy. Wasn't it obvious that he agreed to this plan, it was just that their condition was rife. Usually it always gets better after that." finally papa Gibran responded to my grandmother's words, blowing a little fresh air because his words said if Gibran was happy with this wedding plan. Maybe I should just lower my ego a little bit and give up so that our relationship can make up.

"Yes, if Gibran agrees..."

I no longer eavesdropped on their conversation, now my feelings became lighter as I approached Gibran who was sitting alone on the park bench behind my house.

He looked up when I took a seat next to him. There was no warm smile, it was just that Gibran was looking at me more gently now.

For a moment the atmosphere became even quieter as none of us started talking.

"Loe has a new theme now." Gibran's words really surprised me because the first thing Gibran discussed was Juna.

Is he jealous?

"Yes.." I replied slowly.

"Loe wants to bales me because I invited Ruby to my house so you take that guy to my house too? Let's what?"

The more Gibran spoke, the more I didn't understand what his purpose was to say.

"Mama was angry last night because her ex-candidate was hanging out with another guy."

"Gue Sama Juna just happened to meet when I went home shopping, he helped me bring a lot of mama's groceries because you prefer the same way Ruby."

The anger was coming again, this conversation made me recall the chest tightening incident yesterday. The pain mixed with disappointment was so deep.

"Sister Juna..." Gibran murmured, he looked even more annoyed.

"Jasmine, what if I fall in love with Ruby..."

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