The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 31. Dilemmas

Speak, if I can't understand you.

Stop talking and demand that I be more sensitive so that I can know you want to be without talking about it.

After all, you and I cannot be two individuals who have the same nature and behavior.

Until sometimes what I do is not what you want, and what you do is not what I want.

But will this be a reason for us to stay away from each other?

Will we become tired, while it is uncertain out there are others who understand more?

All we need is more time together, more togetherness so we can understand each other better.

Our journey will be long, let's fight together to strengthen each other before entering the next chapter in our relationship.

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# SHERINA POV #

I don't really understand Gibran. What was my mistake to make her attitude towards me could change in an instant.

Maybe the quota to praise to make me blush is up, until all that remains is the typical indifference and coldness of a Gibran.

Not only Gibran who suddenly behaved strangely, Barra did too.

If the attitude of Soraya who continues to raise the flag of hostility can be guessed by me, another case with Barra.

If usually Barra would have underestimated me, but tonight that guy just kept avoiding me.

Whenever our netra accidentally met, Barra would take her eyes off me first.

But good, in this way I have nothing to fear and worry about if Barra will trouble me again, my inner self.

“What's wrong with you? Did I do anything wrong?” I whispered to Gibran when the reunion was just over.

Gibran. “If you are satisfied to spread the charm, let's go home!” reply without looking at me.

“Who's stocking the charm?” I asked but was ignored by him.

Gibran continued to walk to the table where his father and mother were.

“Dad, Mom, me and Sherina said goodbye to going home first,”.

“Until you meet again Sherina ... visit often, I really like to chat with women who have broad insights like you,” said Nadim's father.

I replied with a passionate nod. “Of course Sir, I feel lucky to be able to exchange ideas with you,” reply me while reaching out to say goodbye.

“Because this is in a public place, I forgive you for always speaking formally to me. But if in other places just relax Nak, however soon you will be a member of our family,” said Mr. Nadim lirih as he grabbed my hand.

“Thank you Mr. Nadim, you were very kind to me.”

I would like to correct the misunderstanding that occurred because Gibran was constantly saying that we both had a special relationship.

But I expressed my intention because Mr. Nadim, Uncle Nashir, and Mami Laila were very kind to me.

Very different from Mrs Farrah, who clearly showed that she was very dislikeful of my presence.

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I prefer an angry Gibran or maybe Gibran who keeps teasing me. Compared to Gibran who kept me quiet like this.

“Gibran .. are you angry?”and the man still didn't budge.

“Do I have to say every time I get angry?” ketus reply.

I scrunched my forehead. “I can know you are angry or not , if not you who are talking,” I replied, “I am not a psychic!” my reply did not lose ketus.

I turned my face to look at the streets that are still crowded by passing vehicles even though the night is getting late.

At first glance I glanced at Gibran who remained in silence, even though his hands were already firmly clenched at the steering wheel.

Cih ... doesn't he want to be in a relationship with me again? Don't dwell on me like this, my mind.

But after realizing what was in my mind, I immediately shook my head hoping that the thought disappeared instantly.

Why do I wish Gibran didn't live with me? Do I also wish that our relationship could be re-established? my inner.

Without being able to prevent it, all the way home covered in silence, I was just busy with my own feelings and thoughts.

What exactly do you want Sherina? Do not be so easy to eat Gibran seduction, remember your purpose and remember how it used to be treated to you, my mind.

This time despite the unwillingness, I had to agree with my own thoughts.

Until Deheman Gibran woke up from my daydream.

“It has arrived, you want to go down or stay and daydream until morning?”tanyakanya.

“Of course I'll be down. Where can I linger like a sensitive man like you,”my reply.

I was about to open the car door, but Gibran managed to hold my hand.

“Other times if you're with me, don't ever turn your attention to another man. Especially if the man is a playboy like Kaif,”.

I took a long breath. So this is the problem, my mind.

I expressed my intention to get out of the car immediately, I allowed my sitting position until now I faced Gibran who was still reluctant to look at me.

“I have never and do not intend to pay attention to Kaif. Although you didn't say, I also know how Kaif behaves in every woman,”.

“Juga ... I may have to reiterate to you, if at this time I have no intention of being in a relationship with anyone.”

“If you don't intend, then I will force you. You know how I will not stop until I get what I want,”.

“As for you, you should also know that I am no longer Sherina who will continue to follow your wishes!”

Gibran flicked his shoulders. With his face plump, he only glanced at my face which I believed was already flushed red from holding back anger.

“Look at it later baby, soon you will not be able to refuse anything I say,” he said.

Once again he said it without looking at me, making my blood boil all the way to the crown.

Not wanting to linger with such an annoying guy like Gibran, I immediately got out of the car without saying a word.

“I'm more sure not to be involved in any relationship with him again,” muttered me as I walked into the house.

“Basic Sherina, you were such a fool to think of reconnecting with her,”rutukkukku to myself.

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Since last night's debate, there's been no word from Gibran.

Good ... I can be freed from a forced man like him, my inner self.

This morning I was ushered in by Rafie who I thought must have some hidden intentions.

“So how about Gibran?” he asked as we struggled with the capital's traffic jam in the morning.

“Do not discuss him again, it will ruin my mood.”

“You quarreled? Again?”

“Didn't we always have been? Don't be too surprised,” I replied.

“How about you? Pick me up so early, did something happen?”ask me to divert the conversation.

“Late this Week, are you busy?

I thought for a moment. “So please, I don't have any schedule yet.”

“Good ... please accompany me to attend the opening event of the new mami boutique branch in Bali,” pinta Rafie with a glass of.

“Harsya?” my many.

“Of course he will come,” replied Rafie, “But mom forced me to invite you.”

“Even mami to threaten me. I will lose 30% of my shares if I do not manage to make you my partner at the opening of the boutique later,” explained Rafie.

“Please Sherina, come with me during the event,” the door with a glass.

I laughed at Rafie's story. It seems Gibran was right, if Mami Laila was obsessed with making me his daughter-in-law.

“You don't have to beg like that. I will definitely help you,” I replied.

“But Raf, it doesn't matter if we continue to give hope to mami Laila?” my many.

Rafie just put his shoulder out. “I don't know,” she replied, “For if my mother asked me to marry you, would you like?”

Whats? What kind of question is that, my mind is shrieking.

“Are you aware of what you said?” my many.

“Do you want to hurt Harsya?” my pedicabs.

Rafie frowned along with the speed of the car that had to stop because we had arrived at the campus where I was teaching.

“You're weird, if it really happens then the one who gets hurt the most is you,”.

“You can accept if your husband has an abnormality like me?”continued.

I was silent for a moment thinking about Rafie's question.

“Maybe not now, but over time I do not guarantee not to feel pain in my heart,” I replied.

“But ... if that will reduce the number of people who will be hurt, then I will be willing to sacrifice.”

“You know, just like you and Harsya .. I am willing to do anything to make you both happy,”.

I was quite surprised when Rafie suddenly pulled me into his arms.

“Don't think no-no, I can't sacrifice you for my happiness and Harsya,”.

I returned Rafie's embrace which felt very sincere to me, I knew that she and Harsya really loved me.

After taking off our embrace, I immediately got off Rafie's car and waved my hand as the black car passed.

Just as I was about to step up, I was taken aback by a car that suddenly sped very fast in front of me.

For the third time this morning, I had to breathe again.

I know exactly who owns the car. Whether the car came from where and since when the car was there.

If he saw the scene of my embrace with Rafie, I'm sure Gibran would misunderstand again, my inner self.

With heavy steps I entered the campus where I taught. Why has it been since I met Gibran that my life has become so unsettled.

Although I don't want to. But my little heart would still not be willing if Gibran really misunderstood.

Arrgghhh .. I'm a dilemma, my inner self.

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