The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 39. Humiliated again

A dilemma between love and family.

A love triangle journey between me, you, and your family.

A story in which the protagonist's love must fight the family as his antagonist.

Like our story that is too sedentary role, we are too happy to forget if there is a reciprocal.

So easy is happiness to come and so easy are the obstacles that accompany it.

And now the time has come, when we desperately want and believe to be one, we forget that not only we are one, but two very different families must be united.

Then ...

Before a love romance turns into a romance with all its joys, let us enjoy the thumping feeling of giving and receiving love.

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#SHERINA POV#

“Daddy ..”

“Sherina!” yelling Gibran who suddenly entered the room Uncle Nadim.

I and Uncle Nadim turned to him.

“What's wrong with you? Is anyone chasing you?” ask Uncle Nadim.

Gibran. “Which was I who ran here to chase Dad,” he replied.

“Everything okay?” he asked me after he managed to sit next to me.

“Yes, I'm fine.”

Uncle Nadim grimaced. “Cih, what could happen if Sherina was with Dad?”

“Anything can happen, I better prevent bad things from happening,” Gibran replied.

“Possessive,” chirps uncle Nadim.

“When did you leave for Bali?”

“Sherina? Go with you or with Rafie?” ask Uncle Nadim.

“Of course she will go with me, I am her lover.” replied Gibran.

Uncle Nadim laughs at his son's possessive attitude, “You're patient well Sherina, tell Uncle if Gibran hurt you.”

“Thank you Uncle, we excuse.”

Gibran and I left Uncle Nadim's room.

Along the way to where Gibran parked his car, all eyes were on us.

For what reason, whether because of Gibran's possessive embrace on my waist, or they are interested in knowing how the woman who became his boss' lover looks

Lucky before coming here I had time to tidy up my makeup, otherwise I could have mistaken the young master's servant, my inner self.

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Now Gibran and I are on our way to one of the biggest malls in the capital.

“For what we to Mall?” my many.

“Help me to shop for items for my new apartment needs,” he replied.

I just nodded. It doesn't really matter to me what reason Gibran chose to move.

“I don't want you to feel uncomfortable if one day we go to my old apartment,” he continued.

I understand what Gibran meant. The Gibran apartment holds a lot of bad memories for me.

Honestly, I was quite touched by Gibran's good intentions. The reason why I moved was because I didn't want to feel uncomfortable.

I took a deep breath, inhaling a lot of oxygen to fill my chest cavity which was suddenly congested if I recalled the events of that night.

Gibran's hand held me awake from the daydreams of my dark past.

“You don't want to know the location of my new apartment where?” tanyakanya.

“Where?”

"Not far from your housing complex,” he replied.

“That means we will get closer and meet more often, you can also help me tidy up the apartment.” more often

Nah! My cry in my heart.

Indeed Gibran will never change, my mind.

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“Did I tell you to get ready? If according to plan, we will leave for Bali in 2 days,”, Gibran said as we both enjoyed dinner after tired of shopping.

“Ke Bali? 2 More days? Sorry, I can't,” reject me.

“And that too was your plan. You never asked for my opinion,” I explained.

“Why can't? His reason? Because of work?” his pedicab.

I'm nodding.

“Campus you don't have to worry about. Let Rey and Martin set it up.”

I scratched my forehead, which didn't hurt.

True, the campus is his. Of course he can do anything, my mind.

“But I still can't," I refused again.

“Reason?”

“I promised to accompany Rafie to an event,” I replied.

“How to open a new boutique mami Laila? Ask.

I'm nodding.

“No need to go with him. You can only go with me.”

I let out my breath. “But I promised Rafie.” I clearly.

“But the one who became your lover is me,” reply.

A lover?

From his attitude towards me in front of others, I admit Gibran always behaves like a lover of every woman's dreams.

Romantic, gentle, and attentive.

But behind it all, Gibran is still the most coercive man.

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As planned, Gibran and I will leave for Bali tonight to attend the opening of the new Mami Laila boutique.

Right, all according to Gibran's plan. Because I just found out if all day, Gibran deliberately asked Mr. Martin to keep me busy all day.

I forgot my promise to Rafie and ended up with Gibran at the moment.

“Did you forget how to smile?” his tanyanya disperse my daydream.

I really feel like I'm the worst friend to Rafie and Harsya who's been so good to me all along. I can't do anything for both.

“Then why does your face keep bending?” ask again.

I just put my shoulder around, and kept breathing.

“What's Rafie?”

I still hold on to not flinch. I kept staring at the dark sky from behind the plane window, imagining the beautiful sparkle of stars out there

Yes, now we are on a plane that will take us to Bali Island.

It has been 30 minutes since the plane took off from Jakarta, I can't wait to get there and apologise to Rafie for not being able to keep my promise.

“Look, I explained to Rafie that you will come with me. Rafie also understands ... hasn't he given us his blessing?” Gibran.

Although I heard all Gibran's explanations, I still didn't budge. I kept being stubborn by closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

I could hear Gibran's breath.

“Rest, I will wake you when the plane will land.”

“Sleep, stop pretending.” he continued.

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Almost 2 hours on the air and now we have arrived at Ngurah Rai International Airport in Bali.

A driver and a luxury car await the arrival of young master El-Fatih.

The driver called Gibran with Bli Putu immediately drove the car to the destination where I did not know where.

“Have all my family come?” ask Gibran.

“Already Sir,” replied.

All family? My inner.

It's not like we're here for the opening of Laila's mami boutique.

“Smile Sherina, please don't mess up tonight,” remembers when soon we will arrive at our destination.

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It was only about 30 minutes to arrive at a luxury villa in Seminyak.

The spacious courtyard which was currently filled with several luxury cars, then the spacious Villa building which was mostly glass-walled was able to amaze me.

“Come on,” he said with his hands outstretched to me.

“Sayang?” gumamku.

“Why are you surprised? Am I wrong?” tanyanya gently.

“Isn't a couple like that? Or you want a different call?”

“Love? Honey? Baby's? Pumpkin?”

Gibran keeps teasing me.

I ended up laughing, forgetting that I was upset with her.

“Stop Gibran, just call Sherina only.”

Gibran shook his head and pulled me in his embrace.

The two of us walked together, with Gibran continuing to embrace me.

“No. We should have that kind of call. According to Rey, all lovers must have a special call,” he explained.

“But we are fake lovers, remember that,”.

Gibran's laughter stopped. “Never say that word again, I don't like it.”

“Paham, dear ..” he said back teasing me.

We finally laughed together. I didn't even realize that there were a lot of eyes staring at us.

“Ekhemmm,” deheman someone stopped our jokes both.

“New couples often forget, they think the world belongs to only two,” said Rafie welcomed our arrival.

Gibran laughed, he took off his embrace and changed his grip on my hand.

While the other hand, he used to shake hands with his relatives alternately.

I followed what Gibran did to greet and greet the Gibran family.

Tonight by Gibran, I was introduced as her lover. As Sherina, Gibran's old love blossoms.

The warm welcome from the Gibran family tonight made me fall asleep and forget the status of our relationship.

Until, the voice of the middle-aged woman surprised all of us.

“Nona Sherina you are here also apparently,” she said.

“But how can ya? I feel like I never invited you here,” he continued deliberately humiliating me.

Suddenly I turned around to hold Gibran's hand tightly.

I spread my gaze around, everyone was now looking at me with pity.

“Mother!” cry Gibran.

“Sherina my lover, she's definitely here with me.” Gibran.

The woman who had just humiliated me was Madame Farrah, the mother of Gibran.

And by her side I saw Soraya and a couple I thought were Soraya's parents.

Huh, again I have to deal with Soraya, my inner self.

“Whatever you say, but I never feel and will never approve or just acknowledge your relationship.”

“So those who feel uninvited please go,” drive it to me.

Tears began to bathe my eyes, unfortunately I .. I came all the way here just to be humiliated.

Now it's no longer the look of pity from the people I get.

But, whisper after whisper of people around me began to sound.

“Good, then I'll go too. I'm not leaving him,” Gibran growled.

“We will also go, we will all be with Sherina,” Harsya said while nodding at Rafie.

Gibran and I turned around and walked away.

However ....

“Who dares to drive away my guests?”

The baritone voice of a middle-aged man now attracted all the attention.

“Sherina is my son-in-law's candidate, my own son's choice. No one can throw him out of vayak. If anyone objected, please tell me directly,” said Uncle Nadim firmly.

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