So My First Two Wives of Love

Stop at the same point

They say time heals everything but why am I still hurt?

I count days, seconds, minutes passing and hours passing each day. Everything feels slow moving.

Time seems to me to stop at the same point because my heart is not healed.

My grandmother sends word every day, she looks more cheerful than ever because she says she has given everything, maybe that holds this pain in my broken heart.

I have never been honest with everything that has happened in my life. It's hard for me to accept that Gibran loves Ruby, even if I never fell in love with her, haven't we been friends since childhood? Then why would Gibran easily play me? That harsh reality made it hard for me to let go of all this pain.

I'm looking for ways, moving my mind around things, making friends with people, trying to enjoy my life but every single thing I do always brings me back to the many memories I have with Gibran.

I can't forget it, I can't even if Juna faithfully became my best friend from the first day I came to this place but Juna can't replace Gibran in my heart.

But life goes on even though sometimes my solitude often chokes me with wounds that never heal that make me often cry bitterly in the middle of the night, alone.

I'm alone...

In my solitude, my heart kept tight shut even though times had changed a lot, passing by before I could find my wound healer.

This is my fourth year here, I graduated and Juna offered me to work with him. He started a startup business, created a novel writing application platform, I became a writer and editor and some friends we met at the same campus where we were educated. Some of them even become very helpful investors.

At least this busyness helps me a little forget my longing that often comes to haunt me. Distracting me from my curiosity when Gibran cried at my departure.

For God's sake I really hate him but I can never really let go of this feeling either.

"What are you thinking?" Juna's soft voice scattered the memories in my memories that came up when I accidentally went back to thinking about Gibran.

Juna then stepped closer, he sat leaning on the edge of my desk, right next to me and smiled warmly as usual.

When we met he still had not turned into the adult man he is today, but his appearance which was originally like a motorcycle boy and had a little badboy impression has now turned into an office man who is neatly dressed complete with his tie. Anyone would be very willing to be his companion unless I am this stupid for constantly rejecting his declaration of love on the grounds that my heart is still not healed.

Yes, Juna knew everything, I told him everything once I got here and Juna was a good listener even though sometimes I was a little bit overwhelmed by his appeal.

"I was just thinking about what plot I should make so that this story is not monotonous." I answered while showing my latest novel that I was writing to Juna.

Juna then looked at it and read it for a moment, "I thought you were thinking of me..."

He's starting again! I smiled and immediately took my laptop back from his hand and placed it on the table and closed it so I could focus my attention on it.

"So what brings you to my room, boss?" ask me while leaning comfortably in my chair.

Juna touched the end of my hair, then looked at me. "If I say miss, you're not going to play at my place tonight?"

I smiled and pulled my hair so he would stop playing it. "Gak .." I answered briefly.

"Why?"

"I played last night, Brother Juna? You hire an assistant, I have to cook every day at your house!"

"Gimana dong, you made me fall in love with your cooking anyway. Dong's responsibility, I can't eat other dishes if it's not yours!"

I laughed at his whimper and pinched his sturdy arm. "Don't drama, you ate a lot this afternoon!"

"I've done a lot of work chasing this target. I already know the novel here is not so much so I as one of the authors have extra work but you are exploiting me by telling me to cook also in your house! Cruel base!"

"Duh kinky, it'll count the exercises to be my wife later."

"Who would want to marry you?"

"Who are you again?" juna finally got up and walked away. It's not the first time we've talked about this lightly so it doesn't make me awkward at all.

"Oh I almost forgot!" Juna came back when he left my room a few seconds ago.

He then put a letter to me.

"What's this?" many confused.

"I don't know, but I'm from Indonesia."

Huh huh? Who sent me the letter? My grandmother always made video calls even though she rarely sent me emails and these were even physical letters. In this modern era sending direct mail feels like getting a divorce letter that must be signed.

Oh it seems like I am indeed writing too many wedding novels that make my mind drift wildly.

At least I can write a sweet love story in the novel I made because my love story in the real world is so painful.

I then opened the letter, glanced for a moment at Juna who was not going, he blatantly peeked at the letter I had just received.

"From who?" juna asked closer probably because I didn't say anything after opening the envelope.

Juna took the letter from my hand and took it out.

"Marriage invitation?" Juna muttered as he opened the invitation and the name on the invitation made Juna look at me.

"They're crazy, it's crazy." Juna's angry comments, especially in the invitation, were also tucked in a photo.

"They're finally getting married" I said, trying to smile, even though all I felt right now was pain.

Gibran and Ruby, the name is on the invitation and their friendly photo. I don't know what they mean they've hurt me once again.

"You're coming?"

"They invited me, right?"

"Don't waste your time taking care of them..."

Thatvs right...

"Come with me..."

"Only if you introduce me as your future husband..."

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