My ex-lover's in-law
Basketball Ball?

...『⇒Bab 31⇐』...

Bhukks

Duakhh

Braakkkk

"If you dare touch her again you'll be finished in my hands, understand you!"

The strong fist wanted to continue the blow while Jihan just gaping did not expect the two thugs to be battered by one person.

"Stop Gibran, enough!" persuade Grace at once she held the fist and looked at Gibran firmly.

Yapp, the man who beat both of them was Gibran even if he was not hurt while the two men who came to Grace's house were already bonyok.

"That's you!" gibran said so and finally he released the man he wanted to hit.

They both ran in a state of already exhausted injuries.

"Brengs*k you! just wait for my revenge, cuihh!" he shouted while blindly coming out of his mouth cursing at Gibran.

Gibran, Grace and Jihan only heard the screams.

As the two left, Jihan looked directly at Gibran and remembered Gibran's face for a moment, remembering that she had seen Grace and Gibran in a fistful.

"You..."

"Excuse me," Gibran joined the bow to Jihan.

Greppp

Gibran immediately grabbed Grace's hand tightly and took her for granted while Jihan was about to invite Gibran in but Gibran had already left with Grace.

The quick footsteps and tight grip of the hand made Grace even more confused at Gibran's attitude, especially Gibran's face was filled with anger.

Zraapp

With only two hands, Gibran lifted Grace up on his bike like a child and put on Grace's helmet and then he climbed on his bike and did not forget he also wore a helmet on his head and grabbed grace's palm then he pointed to his waist anyway without saying anything he immediately put forward his motorbike.

Brmmm

Jihan from afar saw their closeness and she stared with dislike.

"I have to tell this to Laras! before it was too late," muttered Jihan continuously chattering and she closed the door again.

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Gibran stopped at a dispensary shortly after he resumed their journey to a special park where he could relax.

Arriving at the parking lot Gibran unlocked his own helmet and smiled faintly glancing from the side towards Grace who was seen unlocking her helmet as well.

Gibran got off the bike while Grace was still sitting looking silent after removing her helmet.

"Khem, do you want me to hold it down again?" reprimanding Gibran immediately said so.

"Ah, ti-no! I can go down by myself," Grace replied, sounding a bit too funny while Gibran smiled slightly as he looked at Grace so funny while she was nervous.

Grace was now standing right next to Gibran and the two fell silent without saying anything.

Gibran first walked in front of Grace but did not forget he grabbed Grace's hand to walk beside her so that Grace tried to follow Gibran's current will.

After a few minutes they walked until now already in the garden area and found a long bench of white painted iron looks like the bench is carved.

Gibran went straight to the bench.

"We'll just sit here" Gibran said. "Let's sit down" Gibran continued.

Grace also sat and looked around it turned out to look crowded than usual there were even some families who brought their children to play in the park, while teenagers were playing guitar with friends.

Srakk

Srkkk

"Part of your lips is bleeding so I'm going to treat it" Gibran said, wetting cotton with alcohol while Grace was reluctant to answer "no" and Gibran was disheartened.

Grace only replied with a faint smile when she heard Gibran's words.

"Hold a little because it would hurt" Gibran said, then he shifted his body a little closer to Grace to make it easier for him to treat the wound.

Now Gibran was closer to Grace's eyes even Grace became awkward when her eyes were clearly staring at Gibran's face.

"Sshhh," a hissing sound came out of Grace's mouth as Gibran wiped the blood on Grace's lip.

"Is it so painful?" gibran asked, sounding heartless as Grace felt the pain.

Grace nodded her head without making a sound.

"Hold a little bit to get the wound better" Gibran said, persuading.

"Yes" Grace replied briefly but she gave a warm smile on her face.

"I will continue" Gibran said, still wiping the blood.

After he cleaned it then he applied the ointment using a catechembate so that the spread is evenly distributed in the wound.

"Why are you lying to me?" ask Gibran for a moment when he was still applying the ointment slowly.

"Huh?" grace was shocked when Gibran said so.

"I asked, why are you lying to me?" repeating again but now Gibran's hand stopped moving and just stared firmly at Grace with his flat face.

Shuuungg

Brukkkk

A basketball right hit the back of Gibran head and at this time the atmosphere is very quiet because their lips are both stuck together and the flickering eyelashes they both clearly touch each other until the heartbeat feels like want to explode anyway.

The unexpected touch of lips made them freeze in an instant the two were still face to face.

"M-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! truly I'm sorry," a boisterous teenage boy drew near to them and bowed his body in the voice admitting his mistake.

Syutts

Both of Gibran's shoulders were pushed away by Grace when the child rebuked them.

"I-I'm fine! next time be even more careful," said Gibran, replying to the boy, but he had occasionally stroked his shoulder, while Grace held her own lips and turned her face.

"Thank you brother, I'm sorry again."

The man bowed back and Gibran replied with a gesture of his palm so that the boy passed away because Gibran did not widen his mistake.

"Khem." Gibran cleared his throat while his face seemed to look the other way as if he still felt awkward to open his voice.

"Huh."

"Hhhh!"

The two of them just looked at each other and looked at each other.

"What did you say?" grace asked, clearly nervous on her face.

"T-nothing," Gibran's head was awkward as Grace felt.

Gibran should have wanted to discuss Grace's problem lying to him because Grace said she was at home but in fact Gibran saw Grace get off the taxi. Gibran was waiting for Grace right near Grace's house because she was very anxious when Grace said she was not fit and she came but she did not take the call from him.

With the recent incident that happened to them now Gibran is reluctant to talk about it anymore let alone the awkwardness is still felt in addition to his heart that beats great since it was not stopped.

"We'll just go home, I'll take you!" gibran stood up and walked quickly, leaving Grace behind.

Grace took a deep breath repeatedly to hit her chest because it felt very tight she felt then she followed Gibran after feeling a little calmer.

^^^To be continued^^^^

^^^🍁 aiiWa 🍁^^^

...Quote :...

The most basic and powerful way to connect with others is to listen, just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we can give to others is our attention. ~ Grace Eloise.