So My First Two Wives of Love

Lulled

Gibran's hands were warm touching my face, she lulled me down because her touch was so soft that I slowly closed my eyes hoping she would kiss me as the distance between us got closer but then I heard her laugh.

I opened my eyes because of his laughter, he grinned then a second later he pushed my body violently until my body crashed onto the bed after which he moved up onto the bed, crawled over my body and held his body with both hands so that he would not overpower me.

When she pushed me violently, my heart ached but her eyes that looked at me in made me forget that pain. Gibran then approached, whispering softly until I had to hold my breath.

"What do you expect?"

I was expecting a friendly whisper, is it wrong? My chest slowly tightened, I had trouble breathing as Gibran's eyes choked me.

"Being around you makes me sick!" As quickly as Gibran moved from above my body, as quickly as my tears were dripping.

Is it necessary for him to always hurt me?

Or I was too stupid to be so blinded by this love that I could not see him carrying a million wounds towards me.

With the rest of my pride, I sat back down. Crying for a moment as the man locked himself in the bathroom and after that I wiped my tears quickly even though my heart was still in pain. I couldn't linger crying, showing my pain and breaking my pride even more and hardening my heart once more.

I stepped out of Gibran's room. Confused, that's what I feel now as if I don't know what to do now.

"I want to go home, go home to a place where there is no you, Gibran.." I muttered as the pressure of pain pressed me until I cried again.

My body trembled, I crouched down and hid behind the kitchen. Loving always hurts me because the people I love are always happy to hurt me but this love never ends. What am I supposed to do?

"Crying huh?"

I raised my gaze, Gibran's cold-sounding voice stopped my tears. The man came closer, crouched down and grinned, laughing at my pain.

"What pain? Love me, what hurts?" ask Gibran without mercy.

Really Gibran, how can you be so brave to me? If I knew the caring attitude you showed was just your way of lifting my mind up high and knocking me down after that, congratulations because you managed to destroy me once again.

"What fun? Play me, what's fun?" ask me in a trembling voice.

I've said that before, back in school, when I almost died facing a heartbreaking reality that you hid on purpose.

"Very..."

My tears had dried up, Gibran's reply made me grin, "Don't be sorry if you fall in love with me one day, because by the time that happens, my feelings for you have run out, Gibran."

Gibran was silent for a moment, and said afterwards while gripping my shoulder until it was painful. "Talk as if you've loved me your whole life..."

"If I tell you the truth, what will you do?" many challenging.

"Prove it!"

"No, Gibran! I'm not here to win your heart!" knock me over before pushing Gibran's body violently and making him fall down sit down and then I go leave him alone in the kitchen while I choose to get out of the house.

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Outside the drizzling rain, but I kept stepping away from the house and finally I stopped in front of my grandmother's house.

I was just about to knock on the door but I undo my intentions. Seeing my current situation would only make my grandmother sad so I chose to sit on the porch and watch the rain slowly fall down.

It felt cold, I hugged my knees and cried. Until now I was the same.

Trapped in the same wound, lamenting the pain of my life miserably.

I lowered my face, drowned it under my arm and cried.

This coldness hugged me even more, I felt the water begin to drip over my body but then I realized that it should not rain could wet me.

I lifted my head and Gibran stood before me with a soaked body and breathless breath.

"Whenever here? Do you want to make grandma hate me more?" I flinched, not because of Gibran's anger but because he returned to speaking in loe-gue.

Is that how angry he is with me?

I should be mad, Gibran!

Oh, myGod... This feeling is frustrating me! Why am I so afraid to hurt him.

"Let's go home, I don't want any excitement tomorrow!"

As if facing two different people, the anger that Gibran had previously shown was now as if it had just subsided because he extended his hand to me and looked at me regretfully.

I wonder if he regretted what he did? She feel guilty?

I was just about to welcome her hand but I remembered, she always gets good before hurting me even more.

"I didn't come home because of you, but because of Rora! You should have brought an umbrella, why do you have to test it? Let what? Let's take a look at those romantic movies?" my words that continued to babble while penetrating the rain that fell more and more while he walked behind me, I deliberately did it to reduce my pain that was confused because of Gibran's changing attitude.

"I'm worried, I don't think you're getting out of the house. It wants midnight already" he said after successfully equating his steps with mine.

"Worry? There's still a worried vocabulary in your life dictionary for me? Isn't it just disgust, hate, and anger?"

Gibran only glanced at me at a glance after I gave a complete satire with a cynical look.

"If I say, I've had another vocabulary for you, do you believe it?"

"What?" I stopped my steps and challenged him, he looked at me for a moment but did not answer quickly so I stepped back to leave.

"For love and jealousy?"

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