So My First Two Wives of Love

Rigid

"Shhtt~ We'll wake up, baby."

As it tickled, I felt millions of butterflies flapping their wings on my stomach.

Gibran and his touch and the way he referred to Aurora as our son touched my heart.

With a warm smile, with the towel still hanging over his head, he slowly lowered his finger from the surface of my lips.

"Not yet?" ask Gibran.

I widened my eyes, how could he ask me that when he was in front of me now.

So close, barely far away, just the window sills as our separator, even Gibran had leaned his body almost past the window sills.

"I waited, Melati." he said, reminding me who was stunned by his smile.

While chortling I muffled my nervousness and pushed her body with my index finger as if I was reluctant to touch her so she wouldn't get too close to me because of course she would always find a million ways to take advantage of me by this close distance was like it was when he stole a kiss on my cheek.

Oh, myGod... Even my cheeks were hot when I remembered them again.

"Yes not! Why do I miss you, we slept together all day."

"He's just sleeping together, I'm sorry now.." said Gibran who once again I was surprised not to play.

The quiet Gibran seemed easier to deal with than Gibran who blatantly expressed his feelings as he did now.

"Nyesel why?" I pretended not to understand, but Gibran started grinning and then he easily pulled the ribbon of my nightgown until my body was drawn closer.

Rolling the ribbon between his fingers, Gibran said, "Because I can't warm you to the maximum" he whispered softly. "Would you try it now?"

I'm goosebumps!

I could feel my muscles tightening, my heart pumping blood all over my body so fast that it felt like heat was spreading the nerve fidelity in my body but unfortunately my brain was not working that fast, I was just staring when the danger signal was ringing because of Gibran.

"Why?" Gibran continued to whisper in my ear, until I had to squirm because the roar of his breath gave a sensation of heat in my body.

"Why what, Gibran? Don't slur!" The rest of my sanity prompted me to speak, but I was well aware that I was still overwhelmed by such intense nervousness.

"Why didn't you wear this dress when we were husband and wife?"

Slowly the look in my eyes moved down towards my dress, it was unlucky that I didn't notice it in the first place because my current appearance was so seductive.

I forgot that I was wearing a purple-colored nightgown with a low cleavage and thin straps until my shoulders were perfectly exposed complete with my neckline and a kissmark trail that Gibran left the afternoon it was because now my hair was not being stroked not to mention that this dress was short enough that the base of my thighs peeked smoothly.

"My answer...." Gibran began to demand and his eyes grew increasingly wild following every line of my body.

"Like me" I said nervously. I removed the ribbon of my dress from the snare of her fingers and rushed towards my wardrobe.

"Where are you going, baby?" Once again Gibran held me by blocking my wrist.

"You take the cardigan."

"Make what?"

"Yes to me, Gibran."

"Can't!"

"Eh my loss!"

I then pulled my hand strong enough that I managed to remove my wrist from the grasp of his hand that felt cold and then took the cardigan in my wardrobe and immediately put it on then I came back to Gibran.

"Yes?"

"I said you were sweet." Gibran explained with a gentle smile, he dyed the tip of my hair.

"The worse you are the more careless yes, go home there. Tomorrow if bad luck can miss the plane."

I let her play around with my hair even though I subtly drove her away, but Gibran stayed in his position, propping himself up at the edge of the window while playing the tip of my hair and looking at me with a deep look.

There was a glint of desire implied from the look in his eyes, but more affection emanated from there.

"I honestly hate this situation." Gibran said after removing my hair and standing up straight, leaning against the open window and turning his back to me.

The rest of the rain was still dripping on his wet raincoat, I thought he was cold until I took a towel over his head and started rubbing his hair to dry immediately, but Gibran pulled my hand instead. He raised his head making me quite clearly see the expression on his face that was currently right under my face.

The deg!

My heart felt like it had just stopped beating when our two eyes met in agitation.

The rain that originally began to subside slowly fell again, more heavily than before, blowing a wind that felt cold to sting the skin.

Gibran's gentle smile brought warmth into my heart until the cold air could no longer disturb me.

"I hate this situation." Gibran repeated his words.

"Why?" my question without pulling my body away, I let this close distance bind us intensely.

"Because you're no longer my wife."

I fell silent, somehow the answer sounded emotional despite the low tone, almost sounding like a slow whisper.

"Because you want my body?"

The thin smile was etched again, "More than that," he replied hanging.

"I want you. It's completely yours again, Jasmine. I hate facts because we could never get this close when we were married."

"Maybe this is the process, Gibran." I slowly felt myself touching her face. Gibran then turned around, still holding one hand and occasionally stroking it with his thumb, tickling and comfortable.

"Don't be sorry anymore...." My love gently.

"How is it? Teach me, Jasmine... I'm not that tough to screw things up."

I can never be really tough either, Gibran....

"Continue your life, with or without me, your life must go on."

"Yes, said my ex-wife, who is now crying." Sindir Gibran while wiping away my dripping tears.

"Be honest with me, Jasmine... If you can't live without me, because I do. I feel like I'm dying without you...." Gibran began to cry, he lowered his face and hid his tears and looked back at me with tears in his eyes while his cheeks were wet.

"Jasmine, please prevent me from leaving. I began to despair because of this breakup, for a second I could not bear the pain. I'm not that loud, Jasmine... I'm not that loud."

I wanted to tell her if I was just pretending to be tough right now, if I start missing her even before her departure, if I love her.

Still as great, I still feel it, it fills my heart, but it is consumed by my selfishness.

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