So My First Two Wives of Love

Responsibilities

I touched my hot face, saw him running slowly towards his car and then waved his hand when he got there making my heart beat faster.

Gibran smiled gently before his departure, there was a feeling of sadness that infiltrated after that.

The fact is I may have started to miss him before his departure.

In fact my wounded heart was slightly healed by it.

I could still feel the warmth of his embrace when I woke up from my sleep while we were at the inn.

He held my body so tightly, had me completely.

"I love you...." The statement of love spoken from him made my heart rustle at that moment. I woke up but I let her hold me, heard her say a lot of love statements while giving me a kiss of affection, a warm moment that I never got when we were married.

The regret was so great not because I let go, but because we didn't do it in the first place. Make peace with the wound and hold it until it fester.

Selfishness we cannot quench, anger constantly ignited and jealousy endless.

Life was so tiring grasping the wound all this time, though so at least now the wound was slowly being treated.

The love is still there, I think it will always be there....

He said that while treating everything, I spent a lot of time without it, a lot of time missing it and a lot of time hurt by it, but never healed.

My pain gradually worsened, getting worse as hope began to present, as love became greedy, as I left the wound unceremoniously without ever trying to treat it and I ended up getting worse.

I hope this time it ends another, I hope this time I will be completely healed.

My heart, I hope I managed to cut all those wounds this time and I hope you did too.

Gibran, I expect many things from you, but my greatest hope is happiness for you.

...

The night passed so quickly, I expected time to move slowly as usual so her departure would also slow down.

Remembering what Ruby said in her diary made me want to stop Gibran just as much as she tried to stop me from leaving.

"I hate it when you run around like a man who's about to lose your life, yelling his name in despair and saying love that's obviously been a waste. Gibran, Jasmine has already let you go then you should have seen me by now, but in your eyes there is only Jasmine... A place I've been struggling to get rid of by giving you a big crack in your relationship, but in fact it's swallowing me."

I sighed deeply, the endless misunderstanding between me and Gibran inflicted deep wounds that not only did we feel because Ruby was drowning as well, stumbling in pain that cannot go away.

I'm sorry I gave you that, but I can't forget the pain I felt when I got all the wounds you gave me, it's all making me nervous, getting more agitated because I miss you as much as that wound.

"I couldn't sleep, like I was taking a nap." Gibran wrote in the short message he sent.

I who was currently still sitting at my study table immediately turned to the clock on the wall. So stupid that I could see the clock directly on my phone screen, but this message made me nervous. It's past midnight, usually after that without feeling the morning will be approaching.

I don't know why I feel sad....

It took a while for me to reply to a message from him until I found the right words.

"Udah kangen?" I replied to him with a temptation that made me smile to myself while typing it.

"Oh damn! You see my heart to the point."

"Maybe...."

"Or are you the one who really misses, but your craziness twists that fact? Honestly, Jasmine, I can cancel my departure if you ask."

I smiled reading her messages. He was still trying hard and I liked his effort and he surprised me once again with his video call, but I deliberately didn't pick him up.

"Oh come on, Jasmine...."

"Yes, I miss you ... Very happy, are you satisfied?"

"Lift!!! Oh God!"

"If you still don't want to pick up, I'll take you now!"

"Jasmine, please...."

"Gezzz, Jasmine, I'm serious!"

"I'm leaving now!"

"My dear Jasmine, my beautiful, my future wife, my beloved, my love, my life... Pick up my phone."

"Tock... Geck... You sleeping?"

"I'm sure you can't sleep, we slept all day...."

"Out is still raining, like you're cold, yes, I came... This time I really warm you up!"

"He's crazy!" I muttered slowly.

I couldn't stop laughing reading the incoming messages from her. It would be nice to tease her, oh, if only she were in front of me now she would have sulked.

I haven't laughed like this in a long time.

I then turned towards Aurora sleeping now, she was sleeping so soundly and her weight was increasing that she looked so adorable.

Seeing her squirm, I immediately got up and lay down next to her. While stroking her hair gently, I could not turn my face away from her.

My little angel, I wish you were always happy...

I had just closed both eyes when the window of my room was knocked several times until I had to check what it was and when I opened the curtain, I was surprised to see Gibran standing there.

I quickly opened the window of my room, saw her appearance wearing a pink raincoat, her face completely wet as well as the ends of her hair that were messy.

"What are you doing?" I half whispered to him.

"Yamperin you, I had a chat!" gibran answered as innocent.

"Oh, God... Wait a minute!"

I immediately stepped into my wardrobe, took a small towel from inside and came back to Gibran.

"More wipe your face." I said while giving the towel to him, but Gibran did not respond to it until I had to wipe his wet face and also his hair that was almost completely wet because the head covering looks small.

"Who are you wearing?" I asked while continuing to wipe her hair with a towel.

"Mama's, '" she answered briefly.

I can only hold my laughter, to be honest Gibran fits this rain suit perfectly because he looks cute.

"Laughter don't have to be held back!" his grunts sounded annoyed.

"Maybe?"

"What can I do?"

He allowed me to laugh at him no more.

"You can wear your mama's clothes...."

"Who told you not to chat me!"

"What do you want, right?"

"Say the kangen!"

"Me?"

"Who else?"

"Who's same kangen?"

"Just like me dong, Jasmine!"

"Damn, ogah!"

Gibran narrowed his eyes after seeing my reaction, to be honest it made me nervous for fear that he would get angry but the look in his eyes started to change as he sighed deeply.

"Yes, I miss you."

He admitted it once again, a yearning expression that made my heart rustle.

"So you have to take responsibility!" the suddenness caused me confusion.

"What responsibility?"

My feelings started to feel bad after that and it was true that Gibran unhesitatingly pulled me and peeked at my cheek briefly.

"Gibrans!" I screamed in shock and wanted to scold him, but Gibran covered my mouth with his index finger.

"Shhht~ Our son will wake up, dear...."

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