So My First Two Wives of Love

Nostalgic

"This one time is against me, Melati..."

Only one person will call me 'Dear' when I'm angry.

He is Gibran...

That guy always makes me feel up and down, I'm really frustrated with him, facing endless feelings for her especially with her ever warm attention touched the coldness of my heart even though after that she would turn around quickly and throw many hurtful words at me.

I felt Gibran sitting next to me, he touched my forehead and I heard a heavy gasp from him.

"Wait a moment." she said as Aurora cried again, I felt her move from the top of my bed.

I heard the door open again, it seemed like Gibran was going to make milk and then not long after that his footsteps were heard again entering the room, after which Aurora stopped crying.

I wanted to see it, a sight I hadn't seen since Aurora was born so I forced my eyes to open even though my head was swinging.

Although faint, I could see Gibran holding Aurora while giving her milk and then he stood up cautiously while patting Aurora on the back and petting her.

My heart was touched, seeing Gibran care for Aurora after ignoring her made me feel happy, without realizing my lips were smiling right when Gibran suddenly turned around and looked at me.

Gibran immediately looked awkward after that because he was also smiling right when our two eyes accidentally met after which he turned back and then placed Aurora on his bed carefully then he stepped towards me.

"Have you eaten?" ask Gibran who is currently sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Not yet." I replied softly barely making a sound until Gibran had to bring his ears closer and asked once more. "Have you eaten yet?" ask again slowly.

Oh my...

"I haven't eaten" I replied a little nervously especially when Gibran did not move away after that, he turned his head and looked at me for a moment before finally sitting up straight. He looked tense but I did not dare to tease him, if only our relationship was not this bad then I would have been nervous.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Gibran without seeing me.

"What the hell." I answered while turning my face away, seeing it would only make it difficult for me to accept reality if Gibran's concern was not for the basis of love.

"Want to bury?"

"Can..."

"Yes, wait." Gibran is still the same, his tone still sounds like anger even his attitude feels cold but seeing his appearance wearing a shirt suit neatly makes me know a little if he is actually working.

Did he come home because he was worried about me being sick? However, the CCTV in this room can be monitored by him, or my delusion has gone too far because Gibran may only be worried about the state of Aurora. I don't care if the reason is Aurora but I'd be happier if Gibran came home to take care of me.

Gibran was still sitting on the edge of my bed playing with his phone and then he turned, "Is pure porridge not Padang rice?" gibran asked me in surprise.

"I'm sick again, Gibran!" Oh really, if only my body wasn't limp then I would've scolded her, how can he offer me rice Padang when from the beginning he offers a porridge that is very suitable for my condition that is sick now.

"It used to be that if you were sick you liked to secretly ask me to buy rice Padang and porridge made in grandma I finally ate."

Thatvs right...

I smiled shyly remembering those memories, how could Gibran still remember them? He impressed me.

"Yes the rice of Padang!" my answer is suddenly so want to eat rice Padang, maybe that way my body will not limp again.

"Well, it must be cured immediately after eating rice Padang anyways your throat does not hurt, right?" Gibran's voice immediately sounded happy, he even turned his head back and looked forward to my answer. Her bright eyes felt warm touching my heart.

"Yes means you can eat Padang rice. Double torque?"

"One day!"

"I want to, too, Jasmine... I haven't eaten since yesterday either!"

I remember my grandmother saying that Gibran and I always showed our childish side when we were together even Gibran's protests sounded adorable, almost like a spoiled whimper even though he immediately cleared his throat in order to dampen his nervousness.

"Who told you not to eat from yesterday?" I answered not to be outdone and the man who now has the status of my husband is seen squinting both eyes, his hands are now between my bodies, he looks anxious to face me.

"You didn't eat from yesterday either? Finally sick, I have a work permit again right, basic ngerepotin!" oceh Gibran sounded annoyed and immediately ignited me and answered him in the same tone of voice regretfully, "Who told you to fight yesterday?"

"Who told you to talk about another man yesterday?"

"..."

The atmosphere became silent after that, it felt like Gibran had just admitted his jealousy.

Gibran then cleared his throat, he got up from my bed and left after that without saying anything more.

While waiting, I fell asleep again but I woke up again when I felt a soft caress on my face.

I opened my eyes, I vaguely saw Gibran's face slowly becoming clear.

"Let's eat, and I'll wake you up..." Gibran looked nervous but he was also still like a grumpy grumpy man because he said in a tight tone and after that he stepped out of the room first to leave me.

I couldn't move, my body was still limp but I took the time to look at Aurora who was still asleep, smiling I looked at her warmly. He sleeps well and smiles every now and then, I pray that in his dreams he can meet Ruby.

"Come on, the cold hunt isn't good!" Gibran called again, the man was already standing at the door impatiently so I immediately stepped up to him but Gibran instead sighed in annoyance and after that he carried my body.

"Gibran, what are you doing? Get me down!" my body thrashed to get Gibran to lower me but Gibran hissed and glanced at me cynically, "you want to make Rora wake up? You walk very slowly, I can't wait to eat!"

I could no longer protest after that and let Gibran carry me until we arrived at the dinner table.

"Cock just one?" ask me when I see a large pack of Padang rice in front of me.

"Jumbo portion right?"

"Yes, but you said you wanted to eat?"

"Are you eating this alone?"

"It's not like it..."

"You ate both!"

There was a bit of fear behind the attitude that Gibran showed me, but also the warm feeling that infiltrated along with Gibran who took the position next to me.

"Lah daydreaming? Come eat! Do I want a bribe?"

Gibran, this kindness isn't part of my hallucination, is it?

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