So My First Two Wives of Love

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"Jasmine..."

Gibran and Jasmine turned their heads simultaneously when someone sounded calling, just as they were about to kiss.

"Sister Juna..." Jasmine was so surprised by Juna's arrival that it was still so early and made her realize that she was almost lulled by Gibran's tenderness.

It was Juna's expression that clearly held back both anger and sadness after seeing the scene that shocked him and also hurt his heart.

"Rora is sleeping again." Jasmine whispered softly, though reluctantly finally Gibran let go of his embrace and took Aurora from Jasmine's sling and carried her to his nursing bed while Jasmine stepped hesitantly over to Juna.

This situation felt awkward as none of them looked okay.

"I brought breakfast for you" said Juna, putting his luggage on the table.

"No need to bother, brother," Jasmine smiled clumsily accepting it. After a long time he cut off his relationship with Juna but once he met again, Juna was still the same. She was always kind, too kind to the point that Jasmine felt unwell.

"I like to be repotted you first. You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Not yet,"

"Well eat, I cook myself."

It was like being squeezed when Juna unhesitatingly opened his luggage and prepared the dishes he had brought for Jasmine to eat easily while Gibran could not stop staring at Juna with a stifled rage until his jaw hardened.

"Yuk eat, you haven't eaten since last night," asked Gibran who suddenly led Jasmine to sit on the sofa, ignoring his anger so that his wife would eat well.

"I'm cooking for Jasmine" and Juna immediately reminded before Gibran sat on the sofa right next to Jasmine sitting right now.

"Who said I want to eat your food?" Gibran retaliated fiercely while opening the fried rice box that had been on the table since last night.

"Gibran.." By reflex, it might have been customary for Jasmine to notice Gibran until she immediately covered Gibran's mouth with her hand before the man ate the stale fried rice.

Although her lips were closed, Juna could see Gibran smiling through the look of her eyes as if confirming that he would always win Jasmine's heart.

"You eat this, I can buy another breakfast with Juna. Doesn't it matter if my sister's cooking loves Gibran?"

Juna did not immediately answer, honestly he felt disappointed because Jasmine instead gave the food that he had been bad making to Gibran but the look of Jasmine's eyes that looked depressed made Juna finally answer. "No, as long as we buy food after this."

Jasmine nodded her head and smiled faintly then slowly got up.

"Where are you going?" Gibran asked while blocking Jasmine's wrist before the woman moved away.

The tightness that filled Jasmine's chest recesses felt even more suffocating as Gibran showed a wistful look as if he was pleading but being around Gibran for longer would only make her melt while Jasmine did not want any more handing his heart to the man who since last night said many dubious-sounding statements of love.

As if it was just an enticement...

"I'm taking Rora's back."

Coldly, he let go of Gibran's hand, Jasmine then stepped out of the room in follow with Juna who was deliberately grinning towards Gibran just before he exited the room.

Gibran instantly leaned his body against the sofa and covered his face with both palms, it was frustrating with Jasmine's attitude now that she thought she would finally melt down but Jasmine was just waiting for the moment to be able to repay her more and painfully.

"Is this how you felt when I used to care about Ruby?! Jasmine... Sorry!" muttered Gibran while holding his chest that instantly felt tight and made him feel like crying.

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>>> Jasmine POV<<<

I took a quick step to leave Juna behind me, feeling angry at myself as I was about to get back caught up in the same situation, drawn to Gibran's fearsome charm.

But it probably can't be called lovemaking because Gibran doesn't even really love me.

I should how?

I wanted to cry but these tears were so dry that my chest was constantly stuffing up. Sick and uncomfortable, if I can I want to split it and throw it away.

That feeling scared me...

I'm afraid I can't stop loving her.

"Jasmine... Jasmine.." - Jasmine..." No matter how many times Juna called me, I didn't notice until he touched my shoulder and stopped my steps.

Both of my eyes restlessly looked at his face, seeing Juna who was looking at me for pity worsened my feelings.

"I tried, brother, I tried... But he started acting like he loved me, how am I supposed to?" With tears in my eyes, I asked him, the man who always comes like a hero when I'm broken. To the man I could never reply to.

On Juna.

Juna didn't say anything, he just pulled me into his arms and calmed me down.

"I'm afraid brother, this feeling grows so terrible that I can't seem to kill him."

...

He said a broken heart could make someone die, would I experience that?

I saw blood dripping on my palms as I sat on the bench of the hospital garden next to Juna after a long time I cried.

My nose is nosebleed, even my body is too tired to face all of this, but why does this stupid heart of mine still continue to accept the false hope that Gibran gave me?

"Geez Jasmine!"

Juna who had been silent since then and was waiting for me was quiet, immediately screeched when he saw that I was pulling blood out of my nostrils.

"Sister," I turned my head and showed my face to her like a desperate stupid woman.

"Jeez, you're a nosebleed!" Quickly Juna crouched down in front of me and looked at my situation more clearly. He then took out his handkerchief and gave it to me after that, he called the nurse who happened to pass by and immediately took me to the doctor's office for examination.

"Bergadang can also be one of the reasons that cause nosebleeds. Body conditions that are less fit and nutrient intake that is less awake can also be the reason, you should get enough rest and avoid excessive stress."

I just smiled at the explanation from the doctor, how can I avoid stress when all things make me tormented?

Juna was still with me, he then helped me out of the doctor's room to return to the room where Aurora was in care even though until this moment we had not bought any food according to our original intentions, or I just wanted to get away from Gibran in the first place and make Juna the reason.

I hate this, I hate it when Gibran's always linked to whatever I do as if he was my world all along.

While massaging my sore eyes, I continued to step until Juna stopped my steps.

"Don't wait to die and you regret everything. Jasmine, there's still me. Don't falter, freelance Gibran. He's not the best for you!"

Juna is always clear with whatever is in his heart and mind, he always expressly although sometimes his words can always make me hit by the harsh reality of my own stupidity.

"Don't affect him. I may have hurt Jasmine before but I won't repeat it again, so don't try to take my wife."

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