Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
14. May I...?

As soon as the sun set, that one sentence finally glided free from Gala's mouth.

“I love you.”

He no longer thinks of using the pronouns they usually use. You and I were the right name when all those flavors finally came out.

The girl was unmoved, her green round eyes were enlarged, and she was so speechless.

“So..?” Gala continued because Gemma was still silent. He didn't think this would happen. “Please say something..”.

“What...” Gemma thinks about whether the pronouns she uses only or not. Ahhh fuck! If Gala herself doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! “Are you sure you feel the same way? Is it because of this, you've been nyuekin and cold with me all this time?”

A nod from Gala answers all Gemma questions. That guy's on H2C*. Now he's breaking himself in. If Gemma doesn't have any feelings for her, that's okay. He will try to forget everything and behave as usual. As Febri said, at least what made his chest tight, has now been revealed without anything being covered.

“If with love you even make our relationship like this, then I will not want to have any taste with you!”

The deg! Does this mean Gala's feeling of clapping one hand? “Gem... I—“

“Every time see you, it feels different. No sense of fitting Febri who is macho and Niko who is witty. But you... always make..”.

“Bikin what is Gem?”

“If you know this, I will not let this taste grow in my heart!” whispered Gemma while looking down.

This taste? Growing too?

Eh.. This chick likes Gala too? The guy frowned at the word-for-word digest that Gemma said earlier... ‘I will not let this taste grow as well..’ does that mean Gemma also likes Gala?

Realizing that, Gala smiled gently, looking at Gemma meaningfully. He took a step forward, grabbed both hands of Gemma and grasped them tightly. “Gemma. We can still be together.”

“Sama-sama?” tanya Gemma who is still not perfect means the word.

“May I..” Gala's words were cut off just as she lowered her head, gently tucking the woman's forehead into self-denial.

Gemma's green eyes were wide open. He had not expected that his feelings had finally brought him to this point. A turning point where a friendship between the opposite sex turns into love. The point where there was finally a man who loved her in a gentle way.

“Sorry I was rough with you. At that time, I did not know how to interpret my feelings..” whispered Gala when the kiss full of love was finally stopped. Their faces were still so close that they could hear the roar of each other's breath.

Natural conditions are now completely dark because the sun has sunk in the western horizon. Gala looked up and looked around, only to realize that it was already night. It was a sign for the guy to end their meeting today.

Without taking off their hands, Gala pulled Gemma back into the car. “I anter you home.”

Although Gemma did not return the kiss, Gala knew that the girl was thinking about her. The guy is sure that his feelings are not clapping one hand. Gala makes sure that in a moment, Gemma will reciprocate her feelings.

The trip took more than an hour because the streets were so crowded with people who had just come home from work. Gemma herself did not take issue with it because Yahya's return schedule had not yet arrived in time. It means she can be free at home without feeling awkward or scared.

But the guess was wrong. The father was waiting at home with his hard face. Eve gripped out from around the body of the father who stood in the doorway, opening the entrance for Gemma to return home.

“A-father?”

Yahya took a sip of his cigarette and exhaled it in front of Gala and Gemma. “Where are you from?”

Gemma's hands were trembling. Gala, who knew about it, took a step forward, putting her body in front of Gemma to protect the girl. At least until the father heard their explanation.

“Tadi Gemma entered the race, Om,” Gala said despite her feelings of a little trepidation.

“I didn't ask you. You who?”

“I'm her friend Gemma, Om. My name is Gala... Galandra Putra.”.

“You can go home.” With ease, Yahya again enjoyed his kretek cigarette and did not care about Gala and Gemma who began to cough. “Gemma, go inside.”

With hesitation, Gemma looked at Gala and slowly took off the man's hand. But before Gemma actually entered, Gala suddenly preceded him, coming to Yahya.

“Om. What can?”

Real reckless! But he just wants Gemma's father to know that Gemma also has a life outside in addition to being cooped up in her house. If only Yahya had not been out of town often, perhaps Gemma would have continued to be a cold Gemma and had no idea how beautiful the youth he was about to pass.

“Who dare you take my son?!”

“I'm just one of Gemma's closest friends, Om. And I promise I will return Gemma for a maximum of two hours. We were at the race all day, and we hadn't eaten. I feel bad if Gemma comes home hungry.”

Yahya. Just this time there was a boy who dared to ask permission from him to take Gemma on the road. Not yet had he wanted to get angry at Gala because he felt that the child was brash, Yahya's stomach suddenly rang loudly.

The sound of rumbling could not be withstood at all, and made the boy smile obliquely. “If Om want, we can bring it to Om.”

“Nasi and Pecel catfish two tails, spicy sambal, not wear long!”

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*H2C \= please-please worry

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