So My First Two Wives of Love

Chasing love

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Gibran ran after Jasmine, he did not want to lose track of his wife so even though people noticed him running in the middle of the crowd of people passing by in this hospital, Gibran did not care at all as long as he could catch up with Jasmine who had left first.

Ultimately, his efforts were not in vain, Gibran saw Jasmine stepping not far from where she was so the hope was getting bigger the more he ran closer but Gibran's footsteps slowly slowed down when at the end of the road he saw Jasmine meeting Juna.

Oh, my God, why is that guy still not out of this hospital?

Gibran wants to complain and pull Juna away from Jasmine's side like before until Gibran speeds up his pace but Jasmine and Juna have gone out of the hospital lobby towards the parking lot and that's where he managed to get through chasing Jasmine's steps.

"Where are you going?" With breath still panting, Gibran held back the door that Juna would open for Jasmine, of course, his arrival managed to make Juna's expression darken while Jasmine looked surprised.

"I told you I wanted your anther." Ignoring the anger wrapped in jealousy, Gibran tried to keep talking softly to Jasmine.

"I don't think so." Jasmine replied reluctantly.

"So dong, baby. Come on..." Gibran then touches Jasmine's wrist and intends to take her away from Juna but Juna holds Jasmine by blocking Jasmine's arm from getting away from him.

Oh really, this situation feels Dejavu for Gibran who again remembered the situation in front of the library first. After half-dead he searched for Jasmine then found Jasmine along with Juna and in the end Jasmine chose to go home with Juna and Gibran remembered very well how angry he was then and now the situation seemed to return reenacted.

An uneasiness instantly infiltrated Gibran's heart, he was afraid that Jasmine would reject his invitation like she used to, he was afraid but he was unwilling to force so he waited without letting go of Jasmine's hand.

"I'm with Juna, and he's back."

Just like before, Jasmine refused to come with him when it was hard for Gibran to hold his anger so as not to explode like before but Jasmine still did not choose him.

Maybe actually this woman had turned her heart to the man who resolutely wanted to seize her.

"Yes, I'm coming."

Swallowing his ego and rage, Gibran shamelessly said. "You're sitting at the same back as me huh," he coaxed once again making Juna laugh exasperatedly at the action. The man then opened the front door without a care even though Gibran had opened the back door for Jasmine.

"Let's go up, Jasmine..." Juna politely.

"Come, Jasmine..." And Gibran still does not want to lose.

Jasmine then looked at Gibran for a moment, making Gibran think that Jasmine would be sitting in the back with him but Jasmine instead sat in the front seat and Juna quickly closed the door before Gibran pulled Jasmine out.

Juna grinned, he looked happy because both then and now Jasmine always chose him. He then stepped towards the steering wheel while Gibran entered the rear, in the back seat alone and feeling lonely.

"It hurts to see Gibran having to shift his position." Mama Gibran muttered as she watched Son and daughter-in-law leave together with the man who was blatantly wanting to snatch her daughter-in-law.

"You should know first Gibran always puts Jasmine behind when there's Ruby." Jasmine's grandmother scowled as she stepped away from the window, leaving Gibran's mother crying while her husband could only pat her on the shoulder while calming her down.

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In the streets Juna always invites Jasmine to talk, blocking every question that Gibran throws at Jasmine and makes Gibran feel even more lonely.

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"So this is how it feels? I don't think the seating position is important but I'm wrong because I'm starting to get rid of it now."

Jasmine remained silent as Gibran continued to speak as she followed in her footsteps carrying one by one her suitcases into the living room so that no one would be left behind, as Gibran finished holding back his steps by pulling them to his side, locking his movements by grabbing onto his waist as it could not bear Jasmine continued to avoid him.

"Jasmine, why didn't you tell me back then that I shouldn't have put you behind? You should have been mad at me, you used to protest if I made a mistake with you but you just kept quiet at the time so I thought, I didn't hurt you."

"How come you're the same one who talked to Ruby and ignored me? Is that also because you don't know if you're pushing me away? Because you don't know if I've been knocked out and hurt?"

"I'm sorry, I just realized that I love you. I get too nervous every time I look at you so I talk more to Ruby."

Jasmine only smiled faintly at Gibran's explanation, "Good story. Done already? Please release me because I can't linger about your bullshit."

Gibran was stunned, the words that Jasmine was saying sounded spicy but that was not what hurt him but because Jasmine did not believe him in the slightest.

Slowly, though reluctantly, Gibran ends up letting go of Jasmine's waist and letting her stay away and get busy with her phone because she has to book a taxi online.

Jasmine was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when Gibran finally entered her room. Although heavy and difficult especially Gibran continues to pull it closer arbitrarily without permission as if to reinforce his ownership, he said, Jasmine was delighted that she managed to act coldly towards Gibran and hopefully after this the man would not urge her again so it would be easier for her to let go of his feelings.

But Jasmine was wrong because Gibran came again to her with his big bag and placed it on top of her suitcase.

"Why are you carrying a big bag?"

"You moved in with you..."

"Can't!"

"By dong, we're still husband and wife."

"At least not!"

Jasmine immediately snorted at Gibran's reply, without hesitation she picked up Gibran's bag and threw it away.

"Darling wait, wherever you go I come!!!"

"Hey!!!" Jasmine almost lost her temper, she screeched as she pointed towards Gibran who was still not giving up and kept following his steps instead of getting angry, the man instead caught his finger and smiled foolishly.

"7/24 hours, 12 months of the year, however long I will surely continue to pursue your love brutally, recklessly no matter the afternoon, evening, or dawn though, I will definitely get your heart back! Sure, Jasmine so get ready to fall in love again with me!"

"Gibran, are you crazy?!"

"Yes, I'm crazy, I'm frustrated because of your love! I love you Jasmine, please believe..."

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