So My First Two Wives of Love

Secretly happy

"Let's carry it..."

I immediately stepped back after hearing Gibran's offer.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

The man who said he wouldn't allow me to be happy, is now blatantly showing his attention to me?

Gibran then lifted all his shopping bags after he finished paying and he stepped up to me.

"Here hold." he said again while handing the shopping bag to me, his expression was still the same. He looked so fierce that I could not resist, after which Gibran slightly bowed and said impatiently, "come on!"

Maybe I wouldn't think and jump right on his back but now we're old enough to do it first in a crowd like this even though we're now married.

Oh if our marriage had not come about because of a sacrifice then the attention from Gibran would have been a very happy and romantic thing for me, unfortunately this relationship was too painful to be real.

Both then and now, maybe our relationship will not meet on happiness...

"I can walk alone!" I refused with sadness.

"Don't mistake me if you fall for sleeping on the road!" his mutter who did not want to bother persuading me.

He could never really care about me...

What exactly am I expecting?

Gibran then took back our grocery bag and stepped out of my way until I had to run slowly in order to equalize the pace.

I was so sleepy that my head seemed to be swinging which made me always almost hit something around me even people who cross paths with me if only Gibran was not always swift to pull me to his side.

"Look hold on!" Gibran is getting impatient with me. He even breathed an upset breath.

I hesitantly held on to the end of his jacket, but Gibran instead took my hand and held it tightly.

Really Gibran, don't make me fall deeper if you can't promise me love...

Of all the pain that tormented me, the most painful was the disappointment because when it happened I felt numb.

But Gibran, this hope appears in my dry and fractured heart. Is it wrong that I want to get you back?

Wasn't I so easy? The little attention you gave destroyed my defense.

Secretly I enjoy the warm grip of your hand, secretly I want to pray that your heart will be mine, secretly I feel happy.

Because mu...

...

My sleepiness did not go away easily because I fell asleep as soon as our car came out of the supermarket parking lot.

The restlessness that usually interfered with my sleep seemed to disappear, for the first time I was able to sleep well even when I was about to wake up because Gibran was holding my body when we reached the house of Gibran's parents.

I opened my eyes, woke up for a moment from my deep sleep but Gibran touched my head gently and resuscitated it on his shoulder while saying very gently, "just fall asleep..."

Those two words instantly put me back to sleep until I finally woke up and felt refreshed, it's just that I'm in a room that feels foreign to me let alone the lights are dim and only the sleeping lights are on.

"Wake up?" Gibran's voice made me realize a little bit where I am now in his room. Gibran's room is in his parents' house.

I slowly sat down, there was no Gibran beside me, he then appeared behind the sofa, as if he had just woken up.

"Where's aurora?" I lowered my feet from the top of Gibran's bed after seeing a digital clock on the wall in the middle of a dimly lit room. It's ten in the night, I don't know how long I slept that must have been long enough until the night was late.

"Aurora sleeps in mom's room. Let him be there tonight" replied Gibran, who had now gotten up from the sofa and stepped up to turn on the lights that had gone out, to the surprise of his appearance.

"Aren't you wearing any clothes?" my protest while covering my face with my palm, fortunately I did not scream because I saw Gibran bare chest.

Since when did he form his body to be so muscular? Gibran's body ratio is very proportional, he is tall and his abdominal muscles are very fit with his burly chest and his sturdy shoulders and width, he makes me almost nosebleed when he sees it.

Gibran and his appearance kept me from twitching, and I grew less and less when Gibran suddenly touched my hand that was currently covering both of my eyes and lowered it. With a leaning body and slightly bent, he looked at me with such a close distance.

"Why close your eyes?" he asked in a slightly hoarse voice because he had just woken up even a tinge of redness was still evident in both of his eyes that were faintly staring at me.

"Because I don't usually see it!" I answered honestly who still couldn't stare at him sternly and only dared to occasionally glance.

"Even your ex-fiancee, you've never seen her look like this?"

Gibran's question managed to make me finally look at those two eyes, both eyes that looked straight at me without the slightest worry.

"Java!" His voice may be slow but it sounds like coercion.

"We're just engaged!"

"So you guys never sleep together?"

Once again I was surprised by his question, and I did not understand why Gibran felt so close that I could feel his breath beating on my face and making me even more nervous.

"My answer!" He was getting more and more urgent that I had to pull my body back a little so that the distance between us wasn't too close.

"Jasmine..." Gibran is starting to look upset, but why should he be upset, right?

"never..." I finally answered because I couldn't stand the intimidation from her.

He paused for a moment before again asking, "You ever kissed?"

Huh huh? What happened to Gibran and all the questions?

"Have it!"

"How many times?"

"Yes?"

"How many times have you kissed?"

"Once, same as you used to!"

Gibran looked surprised after hearing my answer, what exactly was on his mind? Why would he ask something like this?

He made me think that he wanted to touch me and make me his whole thing after making sure of everything.

Oh my God, Gibran made my hopes soar even more when his hand slowly stretched out to touch my face.

Is this going to be our first night?

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