So My First Two Wives of Love

Dating

"My feelings will always be the same, so let's not get hurt again, Jasmine...."

I looked at him, he looked at me so deeply that I was immersed in the pain he felt as if the pain was my own.

I wanted to be greedy and forget everything, but I knew we would continue to meet on suffering if we were still like this.

"I might as well," I murmured softly and a smile began to be etched again on his face, inserting hope that had originally been lost.

"But, to be honest, Juna is quite disturbing to me. He made me want to turn away because he promised me a lot of happiness" continued me who suddenly made the smile disappear.

"How much?" Gibran's tone of voice weakened but it stabbed me. He held both of my shoulders back, maybe he was afraid that I would turn away right now.

"How much happiness does he promise and how many wounds do you want to give me to be satisfied? So I can pay for all that pain, but should you talk about turning around so easily as if that feeling is no longer mine?"

"You know best who it is, so stop crying like a crybaby! You should have struggled or I would have completely turned away," I said, wiping away her still-flowing tears flashed across her cold cheeks.

I found hope barging back in from the twinkle of his eyes as I said all those things and he immediately wiped his face violently then stood up straight.

"Don't try! I'll give you everything but this time it doesn't include heartache, so I beg you not to turn away" she asked firmly, locking my eyes shut, demanding me to answer her question immediately.

"Yes, it depends on how the wind will go."

"Jasmine, please"

"That's up, yuk...."

Gibran could only sigh in frustration when I left him and ran slowly down from the ship.

The sandy soil immediately welcomed our arrival and several other passengers. There are many traders around the island who are not as spacious as this but have amazing views, there are many tall trees here that feel shady let alone the wind that blows quite strong because the sky is still cloudy and drizzling still has not stopped.

This refreshing atmosphere with a little drizzle gives me a lot of room to breathe more easily until my feet step lightly along the beach without hesitation the waves make my feet wet.

Gibran then stopped right in front of me, he crouched down and touched my feet, his actions making me shocked and nervous.

But the touch was so gentle that I let him take off my shoes and after that he took my shoes and walked back with me.

Her attitude was so sweet especially when she carefully touched the tip of my pinky and linked it with the tip of her pinky that I could only laugh at her timid manner.

Where did the seductress who stole my kiss this morning go?

They look like different people even though their face looks the same except for their eyes.

"You know, Juna took me on vacation once." My story somehow I talked about it and now I'm sorry, but his surprised expression just made me want to keep bothering him.

"Yes?"

He should know what it feels like to be jealous right?

"To a private island belonging to his family and there the scenery is very cool," I added again and finally he stopped his steps.

"Hey, since when did you become a matre, Jasmine? And stop talking about her, we're dating, right?!"

Look how frustrated he is now, but it's better than him crying like on the boat.

"Ish, all women will like amazing things, and I'm just a story, if you don't accept yes don't be horrified anyways we're the purpose of buying Rora's clothes instead of a date!"

"Whose island am I going to?"

"I...."

"Yes, we're dating now!"

"Eh, where can that be?"

"Can!"

"Oh, so my vacation at that time with Kak Juna means dating also dong?"

"Oh my God, do you want me to buy you an island too?"

Oh, mercy... Gibran could not hide his jealousy. I bit my lower lip so as not to laugh at it as much as possible.

"As if you were as rich as him," I said slowly.

"That's it, back to the fact that your future husband wasn't that rich."

"Prospective husband?" again I asked because I might have heard wrong.

"Yes, I'm your future husband, right?!"

"Well, you're my ex-husband, Gibran."

"That was until just now before you asked me to leave that wound, meaning that I should leave that title as well right? You're the one who asked me to fight!"

"Oh yeah?"

Gibran the more upset he was about facing me, the better because he wasn't cut out to be a gentleman.

"Oh come on, you don't really want to accept Juna because he's richer, do you?" gibran shouted as I began to step behind him

"Yes not it, Brother Juna is good even though for example he is not richer also I love him."

"Eh, who let you love someone else?" Gibran protested again.

"Who has the right to forbid, huh?" sahutku while looking.

"Me!" she shouted firmly while running slowly towards me.

"Oh.." I cried slowly and stepped out to leave him again.

"Oh?!" Gibran sighed in annoyance after that.

"Don't love her please, Jasmine.." Gibran asked while blocking my wrist, her tone sounded like a plea now.

"Where, I've loved you for a long time."

"How do I want to?"

"Is love the same thing?"

"Yes?"

"Aren't you?"

Gibran thought for a moment before replying as he moved closer until the distance between us almost disappeared.

"Son.." muttered Gibran softly, "So you love me?"

"You're duh!" I shrugged my shoulders, pulled my wrist so easily and stepped away from the beach aunt.

"Oh, God!"

I could hear the frustrated voice quite clearly convinced before he returned following my steps and squatted right in front of me.

"So how was the trip to the island like him?" ask Gibran while wiping my wet feet with his handkerchief and putting my shoes back on.

Again, his attitude touched my heart.

"Seru.." Gibran's face darkened again. Not wanting her to cry anymore, I said again, "But actually, I can't be happy because of you anymore."

Gibran raised his face, he was still crouching before me but his face was adorned with a faint smile now.

"If it's like me here, how does it feel?"

I returned his smile, stretched out my hand and helped him up but Gibran made the opportunity to steal my kiss, he dipped it short but managed to make my body instantly freeze.

"How's it feel?"

"Huh? Yea?"

My brain nerves feel weak, I can't calm my heart that's pounding right now because of Gibran.

"... Later if you come back, I'll tell you." I said as I twisted my body and walked away from him.

"Jeez, Melati!"

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