So My First Two Wives of Love

So My First Two Wives of Love
Don't want to split up



>>>Author POV<<<


"Dad not in masakin either, ma'am?"


To be honest Jasmine's heart trembled when she heard Gibran say that, even the touch of her hand managed to make Jasmine palpitate but unfortunately every time the sweet treatment Gibran showed her, each time Jasmine remembered what Gibran had done to her until Jasmine hardened again.


"Take it yourself, usually never eat my food!"


"Who said?"


Jasmine was stunned again, for God's sake, Gibran shouldn't have shown her gentleness because it made her always feel like she was in trouble.


He had trouble holding on to his determination to leave Gibran.


"When I go home and you're asleep, I always eat the food you live at the dinner table."


Once again Jasmine again fell silent, Gibran's speech made Jasmine a little aware if all this morning the condition of the kitchen was always clean.


"I eat whatever you prepare for me even if you don't know."


Every time Gibran spoke, Jasmine felt unsteady until she chose to step away before Gibran could easily melt her heart.


"I won't cook again then!"


Oh, myGod... Gibran held himself back from pulling Jasmine into his arms because while Jasmine was acting so annoyingly, he felt anxious at that moment.


"How do you eat if you don't cook?" gibran asked, pretending to be stupid, so Jasmine turned around and looked at him in annoyance, and said, "horrible Gibran, I will stay at my grandmother's house once Aurora is out of the hospital!"


As Gibran's heart ached, he persuaded Jasmine when Aurora suddenly returned to tears.


"Hey, why son? You want nyusu?" jasmine asked but Aurora instead cried even louder.


"She just finished nyusu really," said Gibran because he himself made milk for Aurora earlier.


Jasmine then touched Aurora's forehead but her body temperature had returned to normal to make her confused why Aurora still continued to cry.


"Try bragging, look at your diaper" said Jasmine, putting Aurora's body on the bed and checking her diaper.


"I changed it up." Gibran again said, enough to make Jasmine surprised because the diaper that Aurora wore was quite neat as if Gibran was used to changing Aurora's diapers, but Jasmine did not want to be affected just by a coincidence. He then opened Aurora's diaper and her diaper was still dry and clean.


"Try you please call the doctor." Pinta Jasmine since Aurora still did not stop crying either.


Gibran called a doctor, and the doctor immediately came to check on Aurora and confirmed her condition including an intravenous needle attached to her hand.


"The patient's condition is stable, the day after the patient's observation is good, the patient can go home" explained the middle-aged woman's doctor before leaving the room, make Jasmine and Gibran finally be able to breathe a sigh of relief.


"Why son? How come you didn't stop crying?" Jasmine asked gently even though she was very worried.


"Aren't you going to stay at Omah's house?" Gibran suddenly interrupted where the thought came from but strangely Aurora began to stop crying.


"No, Rora doesn't want you to be the same as me..."


Aurora stopped crying but after Jasmine spoke, she started crying again.


"Kan, what did I say?"


"It just so happened!"


"Now, try telling me you're not moving on."


Jasmine breathed an irritated breath, but she kept talking even though she realized that this was all ridiculous. "You don't want to move into omah's house?"


"That's it..." Gibran almost screamed when he saw Aurora's expression now that seemed really not to want to move to her grandmother Jasmine's house when previously Gibran just origin talk.


"We moved on, son.." persuaded Jasmine once more and Aurora began to put up a sad mimic that made Jasmine hold her in her arms.


"Well, are you really on your father's side?" Jasmine grumbled a little annoyed as she held Aurora and stepped slightly away from Gibran and wished Aurora to stop crying.


"So that Rora doesn't want us to separate."


Jasmine's body instantly froze when Gibran suddenly hugged her from behind until both of his hands grabbed Aurora's tiny body.


Until this second, Jasmine knew that Gibran had a strong body, but she did not realize that Gibran's arms could also hold her with Aurora at once, not to mention the words that Gibran said along with his action made Jasmine instantly creep and Aurora also immediately stopped crying.


"What the hell are you doing, Gibran? Release me!" In the remnants of his increasingly thin defense, Jasmine tried to rebel but Gibran instead tightened his embrace and unfortunately felt comfortable especially when Gibran began to lean his head on his shoulder.


"For a while, Jasmine... I just want to hug you like this" muttered Gibran in a voice so soft that Jasmine stopped rebelling.


Jasmine closed both her eyes as she felt Gibran's lips land on her shoulder several times, sipping the aroma gently as if he had been addicted but he could not avoid when Aurora looked comfortable in this position let alone he began to slip asleep.


"Liat, Rora likes it when we're together." whispered Gibran but Jasmine didn't answer him and just took a deep breath.


"You who had been away from the beginning, Gibran," Jasmine finally spoke but once again her words hurt Gibran.


The kiss landed again but this time at his nape until Jasmine reflexively wriggled. "Don't steal the chance!" jasmine's protest that I'm beginning to lose confronts Gibran and his touch.


"I miss... I miss you, Jasmine."


"Gibran, please..."


"Aren't you the same as me?"


Like Dejavu, Jasmine recalls when Gibran came to her school library after they had stayed away for a long time and the longing speech instantly melted anger between them even the night they shared the first kiss.


"Jasmine..." Gibran called out once more, his face moving ever closer until when Jasmine turned their head to the position they had almost made their lips meet, and the look in those eyes, that warm gaze and the growing urge made Gibran ventured closer to reaching for the lips while Jasmine could not take her eyes off due to seeing the wound on Gibran's lips enough big because of it.


"Jasmine." Jasmine."


"..."


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