So My First Two Wives of Love

Egotistical

"For love and jealousy?"

I was silent, I was afraid to believe what he said. All this time I knew Gibran never had that feeling for me, a feeling he called love that from the beginning wasn't mine.

"Gibrans..." I took one step closer, he was not at all daunted even though the look in his eyes showed uneasiness.

With a hint of hesitation, I pulled Gibran's shirt while squinting my eyes and looking at him intently, "if getting my heart is your way to break me... You are wrong Gibran, that way will never work because from the beginning my heart is not intact. My father broke it and the rest you've been destroying for a long time!"

Without yelling, I thank this rain that has helped me to cover my tears that have come back, which has been the reason of my voice shaking from the cold that pierced my body so that Gibran would not laugh at my sorrow again.

I stepped out of it, and we didn't talk any more after that even when we arrived at Gibran's parents' second house.

"You didn't bring a change of clothes?" gibran asked when he entered his room again and I was quite surprised because now I only use a bathrobe with wet hair.

"Son.." I answered briefly.

I thought that Gibran would sleep in the guest room because he did not enter his room as soon as we arrived but the man came again, appearing in a bathrobe as well.

The awkwardness was inevitable, especially when Gibran stepped into his wardrobe, he looked busy looking for his clothes while I was like a stupid girl who didn't know what to do.

"Now!" I was quite surprised when Gibran suddenly gave me his shirt.

"Wear clothes and keep your hair cool, do not get sick because I do not want to bother taking care of you!" gibran said in a cold tone, he gave me his shirt and then he stepped into the bathroom.

She stood in the bathroom doorway and looked at me who was currently still confused after receiving her black t-shirt complete with her sports pants.

"You should've changed my suit when I came out of the bathroom or you could be in danger!" Gibran warned me sternly even he gave me a glint of eyes that made me shudder in horror.

Quickly after Gibran entered the bathroom, I immediately replaced the bathrobe I was wearing with a gibran dress that fortunately was too big in my body so even though I did not wear underwear, I was not wearing clothes, it won't make my body look clear. Oh but these pants keep sagging!

I'm afraid Gibran will come out of the bathroom, so with a little bit of origin I roll these sweatpants around my waist until I look weird in the mirror, but stupid, as long as I survive!

Hold still...

How stupid of me to be so easily influenced by Gibran's threat, that man would do nothing to me. This marriage will never go normally, we are not a couple who can be ignited passion.

I lazily corrected the position of these gray pants and picked up the towel that had fallen because I was in a hurry to change my clothes. I then dry my hair with the towel while looking for the whereabouts of my phone.

Damn these pants piss me off because they keep sliding past my hips every time I step up until I have to hold them or these pants will sag.

"Well?"

I turned my head when I heard Gibran's voice, the man had completely changed his clothes, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt in pajama pants. It's evil, I'm sure those pajamas wouldn't sag on my waist if I wore them. Oh, he made me feel upset at once.

"What sight?" ask Gibran who made me finally realize if I keep looking at his pants.

"So!" I answered briefly, I did not want to talk to him so I went back to look for my cell phone, but even though I took out all the contents of my bag, my phone was not there.

"You see." I haven't spoken yet, but my voice was immediately restrained when I turned and Gibran was already behind my body.

The man then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me closer and stupidly I just obeyed.

Now that I was standing in front of Gibran, the man looked at me, the instantaneous gaze made me nervous and tense especially when Gibran pulled me closer until I stood between his legs slightly wider open.

"Yes?"

Gibran could not wait for my answer, he lifted my shirt and asked me to hold it and make my waist a little peek then after that he tied the strap of the sweatpants I was wearing.

He makes me nervous and stupid because I don't realize there's a rope in these sweatpants and I stupidly let these pants sag on my waist.

"Thank you." I said when Gibran finished tying my pants, he did not answer my thanks but he looked at me for a moment, a gentle look that made me remember our good times before love interrupted our relationship.

For a moment we drifted into each other's minds as our two eyes locked onto each other, sharing a gaze that brought us immersed in the memories of the past.

"Kruukk." the sound of my tummy rumbling broke the silence between us.

"Your paper?" asked Gibran who laughed at me without hesitation.

"Yes, all day I just ate a piece of bread made by Juna alone."

Gibran's face darkened again when I discussed Juna, he made me feel as if Gibran was really feeling jealous.

"How dependent are you on him?"

Our position, the way he spoke and the look in his eyes. Gibran made me want to misunderstand if he was jealous right now.

"I don't know, Jasmine... But why are you always so hard to answer my questions?!" Gibran sounded angry now, he even leaned his head over my stomach.

"..."

"Gibran, don't be jealous!"

Gibran immediately gasped at my words until he immediately got up and stepped away. "Don't GeEr you! I'm not jealous at all!" elak Gibran was strict.

"So, can I depend on Juna directly?!" I was intentionally challenging. Gibran then returned to my face.

His face was flushed red, his jaw hardened while his eyes were squinting sharply.

"It seems like my warning this morning doesn't scare you at all!"

"Fearful?"

Gibran hardened even more, as if there was no more tenderness left for me.

"Don't forget, Gibran... All my life, I've been friends with pain."

Hearing my words, Gibran immediately grabbed my arm until it was painful. He looked at me as if he wanted to swallow me whole right now.

"It looks like you forgot one thing, Jasmine.."

I held my breath, as Gibran drew me closer to the distance between us.

"Your whole life, you've always been selfish!"

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