So My First Two Wives of Love

Starting from the beginning

Gibran didn't leave my grandmother's house right away, he waited for my grandmother to come back with Aurora while I started to get busy preparing breakfast.

"If you want to go home once a month to meet Rora. She was a child so afraid that Rora would even be foreign to you," I said starting the conversation when putting the fried rice that I finished making at the dinner table.

"Yes" replied Gibran quietly. "Isn't it because you're afraid you can't miss me?" continued Gibran who immediately made me undo my new intention of putting fried rice on his plate.

"Don't digress, Gibran!" warned me.

"Well, is it over?"

"Yes?"

"You feel for me...."

I did not answer and chose to stay away with the reason to make juice when I just did not want Gibran to realize that my feelings for him were still the same.

"If I miss you how would you?" asked Gibran who suddenly stood beside me.

I just shrugged my shoulders and shifted my position so as not to get too close to him but Gibran came back to me.

"Jasmine.." call Gibran while following my steps slowly, he looks like a big man whining right now.

"What the hell?" I began to impatiently face him and my own nervousness.

"Where?"

"What?"

"If I miss?"

"It's your business!"

"But it's the same with you..."

I instantly closed my eyes as Gibran pulled my shirt from behind and stopped my steps.

"I can't come see you if I miss you?" gibran asked as I turned towards him and looked at him with a panted look while he put on a timid expression.

"Can't you?" he asked again.

"Whatever!" I said as I took his hand off my shirt violently and walked away from him to the dining table.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, you want me to go to the airport?"

"Let's see what tomorrow is...."

"I have to, if I don't, I don't go. Here'll disturb you until you're broken..."

Oh, blimey!

Earlier I felt sad because he suddenly decided to work abroad, and now he's giving me a headache because of all his chatter that sounds like whining like we're not a couple who just divorced just now his attitude is like a spoiled husband to his wife and strangely my heart feels warmed.

"Why old granny?" I made my grandmother an excuse to escape from this situation but Gibran once again held me back with his suddenly changed gaze.

The look in his eyes kept me locked, his smile made it hard to turn away. He made my heart once again beat rapidly, perhaps too quickly that I found it hard to control my body as I wished and instead just sat quietly in front of him who was currently staring at me deeply.

"There's not even half an hour of grandma leaving yet" Gibran said calmly, as opposed to me who was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Which country?" ask me, hoping to talk will be able to dampen my nervousness.

It feels weird, though, I searched where I kept my anger for Gibran in the corner of my heart but I found none of it as if our divorce paid for all his mistakes and now Gibran is living out a new hope in me that I have absolutely no idea why don't I mind all the attitude he's showing right now.

"Singapore." replied Gibran briefly.

"Loh deket dong ... Why would you say that?"

"Jeez ..." I muttered softly, a second before I was still arranging my heart to let go without making me feel lost and now it seems like he is starting to overtly play me with a annoying attitude that he has not shown for a long time.

I feel like I just got tricked by him, Damn it!

Seeing Gibran still looking at me with a meaningless smile made me instantly feel more nervous so I started to ask fiercely to cover it up, "what?!" exclaim me with a slightly high tone.

"You are beautiful today" she said, smiling seductively.

For God's sake, I'm sure he deliberately seduced me to make me blush, and the frustration again I blushed now that I had to look the other way before he managed to catch me.

"Udah spit it out, it's home."

"At my expulsion?"

"Yes, why have you been here so long? We are divorced!" I glanced at him after saying all that, timidly he would get hurt from my words and sure enough his expression instantly turned moody.

"I haven't left yet but I miss you so I want to stay here longer, but if you're not comfortable I'm here, I'll go home."

Uhhh ... I was anxious to grab her shirt and warn her if she purposely used that expression to play me like before but the look in her eyes seemed to hurt until now I was overwhelmed with guilt again.

"Ma-want some juice?" asked me hesitantly while glancing towards the glass containing strawberry juice in my hand.

"Can?"

"May but not abisin!"

His smile came up again, he grabbed the glass in my hand and started drinking the juice while glancing at me until I finally realized he was drinking on the right side of my lip.

I instantly turned my face away as she glanced at me meaningfully. Oh, my mind is not pure anymore after Gibran taught many things on the bed that time the effect is still left until now.

"This, thanks ... The juice is sweet."

Oh come on, I didn't add sugar to that juice and when I tasted it, it was very sour.

It was clearly a sarcastic sentence and I caught the point immediately.

"It's sweet 'cause you deliberately drank on my lip right?" my teasing was blatant and his smile explained everything.

"You love me, right?"

"Yes I'm the fool!"

"People who start falling in love are a bit stupid ...."

"Big, Gibran!"

"Yes baby?"

"Say to be beaten up?"

"Wear what? Your lips?"

Oh my God, what's wrong with this situation? Why is it so easy for me to be nervous in front of him who continues to seduce me without any hesitation.

"Dream it over there!"

Gibran smiled again, he leaned his body towards me and a second later he landed his thumb on my lips and wiped it gently but also slightly pressed down.

"In a dream, I don't just ask for a kiss," he muttered with a grin that suddenly made my face heat up.

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