So My First Two Wives of Love

Little try

"Dol!!!"

I pulled my hand violently just before we arrived in front of Gibran's car parked by the side of the road, right in front of my grandmother's yard.

"But you stole the opportunity!" my insinuation ferociously while folding both my hands on my chest and turning my face away in annoyance.

"What is an ex-wife? You didn't hear Grandma said Rora's clothes were a lot of small?" gibran replied pretending to be innocent.

"Yes you know, but it's still early in the morning. Is there a clothing store that opens at this time? I usually buy Rora's own clothes. Sok-sokan... Where have you been all this time?!" at length, my words to Gibran did not stop at a single sentence while Gibran listened patiently and his attitude irritated me even more.

"Udah ranting?"

Tuh right? Gibran why today?

I didn't respond this time but Gibran started to step, one step closer until I reflexively stepped back. Surely alarms of danger began to be detected by my body as Gibran continued to urge me.

Now I can't go any further when my back has hit Gibran's car and is like the superior man who dominates in many of the novels I've written, Gibran placed one hand over my head, leaning against his car while the other started to play around with the tip of my hair.

I held my breath as Gibran stared at his fingers that were currently still caressing the tip of my hair.

He suddenly calmed down, once again his impression changed quickly because I felt the look of his eyes again look sad.

"If only I could turn back time, but that's impossible, right?"

I was stunned, looking at the way Gibran was smiling right now, he looked regretful and slowly took off my hair.

"I know that I can't fix my past mistakes, Jasmine... I'm aware of all my mistakes, to you, to Rora... So sorry, I'm sorry ...."

There was a feeling of guilt that infiltrated my heart when Gibran said all those things.

"Can I buy Rora's clothes now?" gibran asked in a cautious tone of voice, he looked at me expectantly.

"Yes already." I replied quietly although I still did not dare to look into his eyes.

The smile on Gibran's lips was engraved again, he rubbed the top of my head after that then he opened the car door for me.

"Please my beautiful ex-wife...."

"Not to be a monster!"

"I think you can...."

"Most of your efforts today!"

Gibran laughed softly, laughter so contagious that I also laughed.

"It was my effort to produce results" whispered Gibran just as I was sitting in the seat next to the steering wheel.

The grin on her lips made my heart flutter again but I covered it, my nervousness because of the look in her eyes, because of her smile, because of all the little things she did for me.

My eyes couldn't turn away when Gibran put his seatbelt on me, as she pinched my cheek in a fit of anxiety and then carefully closed the car door after that she ran as if impatient to immediately sit next to me.

I think Gibran shouldn't smile too much because he looks so handsome when a smile graces his face, it makes it hard for me to control my heart beat still the same, pounding for him.

Gibran was still smiling as he sat behind the wheel, put on his seatbelt and started driving.

"I forgot to bring my wallet!" I screamed when Gibran's car came out of the housing complex.

"Why is that?"

"What do you wear? I don't have a HP either... Please turn back dong."

"No need, don't make your bag an excuse to run away!"

"Don't run, Gibran... Let's turn around!"

Gibran did not heed my request, he continued to drive his car as he wished, until I glanced at him cynically before turning my face away.

"More...."

I turned my head when Gibran suddenly gave me a gold card.

"Make what?"

"Make you, baby...."

It's always like this, every time Gibran calls me 'dear' my stomach feels like it's tickled amused and then I'll feel nervous.

"No need!" with the rest of my sanity, I resolutely refused. "The card you previously loved I didn't wear either!"

"Why have you never used it before?"

I remember when Gibran first gave me a card and it wasn't a credit card, he gave me a debit card whose amount of balance was not small and every month always increased but even though I never used it because Gibran gave the card in a way that made my heart hurt and my pride hurt.

It was the second day I stayed at his house and the night we had a big fight.

"Would you like some breakfast?" I asked carefully as Gibran stopped in front of the kitchen where I was making breakfast but Gibran did not answer.

His face was cold, his expression was flat, he threw a card and a bankbook complete with his pin and access code for m-banking onto the kitchen table and left. But I never had a chance to ask what the money was for because after that we just kept fighting at every turn.

"Jasmine?"

I took my breath away as Gibran's call pulled me from the memories of the past that had left my chest tight.

"It's a take, a danger if I keep driving with one hand." pinta Gibran and finally I took the card but not for me to keep but for me to just put it on the dashboard.

"Why is taro there? Because there is no wallet? I'd like to use my wallet?"

"Gibran, did you forget we're divorced?"

Gibran did not immediately reply, he seemed to take a deep breath before replying, "What is the need to continue?"

"Why did you give me a card?"

"Can make Rora...."

Dang! Why do I feel like I'm embarrassing myself?

"Although I wouldn't mind if you use it for your needs and grandmothers," Gibran continued lightly.

"No need, I can still work!"

"Rora's a big kid, let me just work. You take care of Rora...."

"There's no grandma, anyways my working time is flexible. And then Juna said it's okay to take Rora to the office."

Gibran's jaw was hardened, he seemed to mind me going back to work but I couldn't live relying on him while my savings were reduced a lot because before I got married to Gibran, I just bought an apartment in cash without any installments that unfortunately I have to leave because I have to live with Gibran but maybe later I will return to the apartment if Aurora is more large.

"Why should he be the same?"

"Yes?"

"The work...."

"Because I can spend more time with Aurora. Anyway where else can I find a boss who understands kayak Juna, right?"

"That's because he expects something from you!"

"Yes the name of the boss must be he put the same expectations of his employees, right?"

"I don't know if you're pretending to be stupid or intentionally making me feel worse, but Jasmine... In this world there are no selfless good people."

"Sister Juna is kind without strings attached, he doesn't even mind if I ask him to check on you at that time..."

I immediately shut my mouth tight for opening my own secrets first when Gibran was visibly screwed up in the middle of our divorce proceedings.

"Keep if he's sincere, you plan on turning to him when I'm not on your side?"

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