Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
18. Woe

Right now, Gala was resting in front of the mound of land that had just been piled up. His eyes glazed over, and the clear water seeped even more when he saw Bobby Aditya's name written clearly on his headstone.

Bobby Aditya died in a coma for two days. When he died, the Gala world seemed to collapse. He seemed to lose grip and did not know where to step or behave. Gala was broken, her heart was crushed to the bones.

“I'm sorry,” said one of the mourners while stroking Gala's shoulder.

While one by one the mourners finally returned, Gala and Mona were still there, facing each other with the papa's belly button in the middle. Mona's tears are over. He was so devastated and had fainted on the first day Bobby was buried in the funeral home.

While Gala, can still stomp her feet. His ears always received word for word encouragement from Joseph, Arni, Gemma, other families and other friends.

But right now, that's not what he wants. He wants to be alone. It was difficult for him to face all this and face the mourners who came in and out and had to explain the same thing over and over again about why Bobby died, why not be taken abroad, he said, why not this treatment and that's it, and so on.

“Damn,” maki Gala quietly without anyone else hearing. Why do they not express their sorrow and immediately lift their legs?

Instantly, anger rose within his chest. He was so angry because he was just left behind by his parents. Angry because many people do not understand the sorrow he has.

Gala and Mona's house is crowded, there are many who invite them to talk because the whole big family is staying. But only for two days. The rest of the house was quiet again.

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Three weeks later...

“Basic GOBLOK!”

The voice of the emotional male baritone blared in the entire room. Febri ruffled his waist to see Gala lying helplessly in the hospital with a battered face and a cracked nose, 10 days before the school exam was to be conducted.

“Where is your brain, Imbecile?!” febri's tirade returned with clenched hands and punched the pillow that Gala was currently occupying. Looking at that fist swing, Gala slightly turned away because a little more of her face would definitely be hit.

“Udah-already, Feb..” said Diana as she pulled Febri's arm. “She just regained consciousness, still weak as well. Don't get beat up like that!”

“Nih shithead should be told, Di!” Febri said taking off Diana's hand slowly and then forward pointing Gala's face with emotion. “Thank you congratulations, bego! If you why-what? Mending if you die immediately, if you are disabled first, would you? Huh!?”

From afar, Gala saw the door open to coincide with Febri who was scolding her. His father's right hand and Bobby Aditya's younger brother, Paul Aditya, appeared.

Paul was the busiest man at Bobby's death. He must control the company alone, take care of the documents of the death of the brother, as well as accompany Gala who looks worse than Mona.

How sad Paul saw the current state of Gala, this also happened when Mama Gala died. Moreover, yesterday, Gala suddenly disappeared from home carrying his Ducati motorcycle.

Within an hour, Paul received word that Gala had been rushed to the IGD after her motorcycle hit a tree. The bike was badly damaged, but luckily it survived. The man had already heard Febri's curse, but did not feel angry.

“Om...” greet Niko when seeing Paul enter.

“Feb. Huh already! there's Om Paul."

Paul sat down beside Gala and looked at her gently. “Stop torturing yourself, Gala. You know you are frustrated. But not like this either.”

“Already Om. I'm lazy to hear Om's talk. Let me rest. Get them all home, get rid of!” gala's rising voice was heard by Niko who immediately turned to him and shook her head.

“Om... we go aja.. Later in the night, we come again,” said Niko who finally gave up with Gala. “Come,” take Niko to Erika and take her out, followed by Febri, Diana and Gemma who before coming home to her.

“I go home first, Gala,” Gemma said as she gently squeezed her hand and peeked at her cheek.

Gala growled, why won't everyone leave her alone? “Later night don't have to come.”

Gemma's green eyes widened full of questions. “Why?”

“Gue says don't come again!” snapping Gala on Gemma. “Not give me anything. And don't pay attention anymore!”

The girl's tears changed and her eyes immediately glazed over. Damn, obviously here Gala has gone too far. She looked at Paul who was apologizing. But before the apology was conveyed, Gemma had already run away from there.

As the door closed, Paul turned to Gala looking at him sharply. “What the fuck? You want to get rid of everyone who cares about you, right?”

“No need to be so smart about Gala, Om! Where did Om pas Papa die, huh? Busy to take Papa's company? Huh yeah?"

The accusation without evidence finally aroused Paul's anger. The middle-aged man was now standing straight, his jaw stiffening and his nose letting out a rough snort.

“Excellent your accusation, Gala! You can ask Mona what Om did for your Papa! You know you're grieving, but you're expelling everyone who loves you!

You know, who got hurt seeing you like this? They were sitting here! You think you're the only one grieving? You think you're the only one who's hurt and down?

Don't be selfish! Out there, many people are worse off than you. You think I'm not grieving the loss of my sister? Now I fight the world alone! Mona is also lost, while you focus too much on your own grief. Was my crying at the funeral not enough? Are those all crocodile tears?

That's right Febri said. You are a fool! Everyone who tries to strengthen you has tried their best for a month, but you always throw them out. If you don't change your attitude and hope your grief, you'll lose everything. Remember that well! You also have to go to school, graduate soon and you're going to college. What do you think your Papa Mama said you were like this?”

Paul was rough with his half-whitened hair. Her tears flowed slowly without being able to hold her, while Gala's tears also ended up unable to hold back the tears. Paul cupped his face with both hands and wept in his pain. "I miss your Papa so much, son!"

“Om... Gala apologize..” whispered the boy.

Paul who could not bear to see his nephew crying immediately grabbed Gala in his arms. They shed all the sorrow and sorrow that had been seeping into their souls for the past month. Paul can't pretend to be strong on his own.

If in this way Gala can appreciate the time she has, why not? A little snapping won't affect anything, will it?

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