The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 45. Not a Misunderstanding

# Sherina POV #

“Is there anything I don't know?”

“Or maybe there is something you want to explain to me?” My boy to Gibran.

Unfortunately, it was not the answer I got, but rather the stare from him that was difficult to quantify.

‘What is he angry at?’

‘What is my question wrong?’

Hoping for an explanation from Gibran, but what happened I was confused with the question in my own mind.

It's been 20 minutes since we got back from Mami Laila's boutique, but Gibran hasn't said anything.

The wound on Gibran's handsome face must finally be ignored by me. I have been busy with my own thoughts.

Yes, me and my own mind.

One thing that has not changed from me is that I still find it difficult to open up to others.

Including himself... Gibran, sweetheart.

I did not realize that now Gibran was staring at me who was still standing, leaning against the wall with his hands closed to his chest.

I even forgot the high heels that still stuck perfectly adorned my feet. I seem to have forgotten that tomorrow my legs might hurt from it.

...***...

All of that happened because I was still thinking about the incident before we returned to the villa.

Not thinking about the scene of mutual shock between two cousins who were previously famous very close.

But I think about the incident when I, Gibran, and Pasha had to accept ‘trial’ by Mr. Nadim, Gibran's father as the oldest brother in the El-Fatih family.

“What the fuck are you two?” Ask Mr. Nadim in a high voice.

Madam Gia had to stroke her husband's back so she could be calmer.

“Did the three of you really plan this all to mess up the event?” the accusation.

Mr. Nadim looked at his son Gibran, Pasha, then turned to Rafie in turn.

Rafie the latter got a dagger-sharp look from her uncle raising both of her hands.

She may have intended to ruin the opening party of her mammoth boutique.

“Sorry Uncle, but this time I don't know anything. I was even late to see Gibran and Pasha,” Rafie chirps in self-defense.

I saw Mr. Nadim glaring at Rafie, and his focus was back on the two main cast men ‘’ show that Rafie meant.

“Then who among you would like to explain the true incident!” her word.

“I don't know what the problem is uncle, uncle's son just came and attacked me,” obviously Pasha chose to argue first.

It seemed like he was really angry at Gibran. Even when he explained it, he did not even say the name of his cousin. My inner.

“Truely so Gibran?”

Gibran has since looked calmer... Nah! the truth is my lover seems to have been quieter and colder since this impromptu trial began.

“Gibran!” Tweet Mr. Nadim who feels he has been ignored by his son.

I immediately moved my hand that continued to be in Gibran's grasp, until the man finally turned to his father.

“Is it true that you acted foolishly by attacking Pasha all of a sudden?” Asked Mr. Nadim firmly once again.

“Daddy also thought I might do such a stupid thing?” Gibran replied calmly.

I moved my wrist again, which was still in Gibran's grasp.

I hope he understands if I want him to be able to speak more politely to his father. My inner.

Gibran sighed while looking at me, thank goodness he understood what I meant.

“I only protected mine,” he added later.

Now all the gazes are on us, precisely at Gibran. I did too, staring at him full of question marks.

What belongs to Gibran that has been harassed by his own cousin? I asked in my heart.

“When I was about to meet Sherina, I saw a man about to hug her from behind.”

Gibran grinned at Pasha, “Which man received when his lover was about to hug another man.”

Now all the gazes that had been fixed on Gibran, turned to look at me and Pasha alternately.

Crazy one! Thought.

Why am I suddenly involved? And hugged? Since when does Pasha want to hug me? Gibran has misunderstood me or I'm too stupid to realize what Pasha is doing? I thought in silence.

Just now that I wanted to voice my thoughts, Pasha interrupted first.

His laughter echoed, breaking the silence that had occurred for a few seconds.

“Gue forgets if you have a problem with your explosive emotions,” said Pasha.

I felt Gibran's hand grip become stronger than ever.

It's not that I don't know this problem, although I don't know more detailed yet Gibran's emotional problems that are difficult to control are true.

I used to be a place for his anger.

What does Pasha mean by saying such a thing? Did he deliberately want to provoke Gibran's emotions again.

The hand that had originally grasped my hand, had now moved to embrace my possessive waist.

It immediately invited a sharp look from Madame Gia to me.

“Yes, what else when it comes to the woman I love. I will not hesitate to reply if anyone wants to disturb our relationship.” Gibran said that sounds like a warning, or maybe a threat.

“Sorry, I did not know that the man who approached Sherina was you,” Gibran continued.

“Gue thought you were a man who deliberately wanted to get close to Sherina.”

A grin appeared on Gibran's handsome face, and it was captured by my netraku.

After the two of them gave an explanation, finally the matter tonight was finished and was considered just a mere misunderstanding.

Then like not wanting to linger again in that place, Gibran said goodbye to his parents, as well as to his two uncles and aunts so that we could return to the villa first.

I immediately agreed to Gibran's proposal. Especially after the arrival of Soraya and her parents.

The woman was presumptuously about to touch the corner of my lover's lips that still had traces of blood there. Luckily Gibran immediately shook Soraya's hand and we immediately left the place.

...***...

Gibran grimaced, holding his cheek that looked like there was a bruise there. Don't forget the little blood that has dried up adorned my beloved's handsome face.

“Gosh, I'm sorry Gibran..” I said with regret when I realized Gibran's gaze.

I rushed out of the room to look for a P3K box to treat the wound on the corner of her lips.

I was looking for the existence of servants in this luxurious villa.

Actually I tried to find it myself, but the existence of P3K box I did not find in any drawer.

Where are all the servants in this villa? Thought.

“My turn is looking for them, no one is hanging around. If I don't look for him, those servants I can meet everywhere,” I murmured.

I decided to look for them in the backyard of the villa, and sure enough they were there. Chatting and laughing each other enjoyed their leisure time when the entire villa was not in that place.

After I found the P3K box with the help of one of the servants, I rushed back to the room to meet Gibran.

I saw he was contacting someone.

“Let me as soon as possible,” said Gibran ended the phone call.

I took a sitting position next to him that was still silent.

He only grimaced once in a while as I cleaned the wound on the corner of his lips and I applied the ointment.

“How? Is it better now?” I try to sound cheerful.

“Hemm...” The answer.

What answer is that? Thought.

What wrong? I hit him! It's what I can only do in my heart.

Wanting to improve Gibran's mood, I tried to bravely wipe the corners of his lips with my fingers.

“What hurts so much, dear? Since then you have continued to silence me,” I said softly.

I didn't expect if I could also behave like a caring lover, my mind.

Gibran changed his position to lie down, making my thigh a substitute for his pillow.

Just now the two neutrals were closed, the vibration of the phone in his pocket managed to disturb our calm.

“Call from Rey,”. Maybe so I don't have to ask who called her again.

Still in the same position, Gibran answered Rey's call.

“Is there nothing earlier?” tanyakanya.

I don't know what the two are talking about, I don't care. I'm not the kind of lover who wants to know all about her man's business.

Crew.. Crew...

That shameful rumbling sound came from my stomach asking to be filled.

I believe my face is now red with shame.

Gibran held his laughter with a look that could not be separated from my face.

“Alright, I choose that one only.” Gibran said, ending his phone call.

“Package, then we'll go home.”

“What? Going home? Now then? ” I don't believe.

My forehead frowned, I thought this was a good time to ask. "What actually happened? The problem with Pasha I'm sure is not just a misunderstanding ‘kan?”

Finally the question was said as well, I now feel more relieved.

“Package dear,” the door is now turning soft.

“I promise I'll explain everything later.”

“Appointment?” I squinted my eyes.

“Ya, after we overcome the stomach problem of someone who has been rumbling.”

He got up and stole a kiss on my lips.

...***...