Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
21. Ilfil Gala Flavor

That night, instead of a romantic scene, Gala and Gemma had a big fight.

Gala feels that her privacy has been bypassed by Gemma and unfortunately the girl is only lonely because Gala has not changed her attitude.

Until the end, their conversation was like this. Gemma tries to get close to Gala who is seen keeping her distance. He wanted Gala and himself to sit together talking from heart to heart while holding hands.

Gemma tries to open the barrier between herself and Gala. Gemma wants Gala to trust her, making Gemma her place to share.

But baby, Gemma is too confident to change Gala. Currently Gala looks careless and is bored.

"You're back Gem.”

"Why should I go home?"

"I'm not comfortable. I need to be alone now. Tomorrow I'll give you a gift."

Gemma gawking. This is not what he wants for his birthday. He was glad to be given a gift. But not like this either. Unromantic and ineffective, no element of surprise at all.

Gemma doesn't want to go home. This is his chance because his father is not home.

"No way!"

"GEM! Go home!"

Gemma is shocked when yelled at and she reflexes back a few inches.

"Or.." continued Gala stopped.

Gemma thought it was just her snapping to go home. Apparently there is a follow-up sentence. Gemma did not anticipate it at all. He knew that this follow-up sentence was not good. He looked at Gala wistfully.

“Or what?!"

"Or we break up ..."

The sentence succeeded in making Gemma stunned. A moment later, the girl instantly retreated in order. Gala is so stubborn, tonight Gemma gave up.

"We broke up or not, it's been no different since you changed ..."

Gala's turn was shocked. She thought Gemma would beg, but she didn't. Gemma went home without saying goodbye.

Realizing that it was midnight and dangerous for women, Gala hurriedly took the car keys and ran after Gemma who had come out first.

But late. Gemma is home.

...***...

After a few days of cold war, Gemma decided to budge.

He behaved normally as if nothing had happened that night. Forgetting that it ever existed.

Gala initially responded. But then, Gemma did not receive any more news from her boyfriend.

The girl decided to try to come to Gala at home. Gemma still has not given up and thinks that their relationship is still worthwhile to maintain.

However, several times the girl invited Gala for a walk or just meet, the guy always refused. I don't know what prompted the man to hold the apology out of his mouth, and keep being cold to Gemma.

“This is from whom Bik?” gala asked as she received a huge gift and there was no name for the sender.

“From Mbak Gemma, Mas ..” replied Bik Yana while washing dishes. “So come here early in the morning, Mas Gala is still sleeping.”

Gala opened up what became of the gift and found an acoustic guitar with a shiny tanned wood. Didn't Gemma give her money yesterday for a joint venture with another? Why should there be such a special gift again?

Gala touched the guitar and she immediately knew that this thing was not an indiscriminate brand, and Galla's guess was that the girl had spent all the prize money she had, he said, for the watch joint and also for this guitar.

What makes this guitar different is, just below the sound hole, there is the name Gala with beautiful conjunctive letters. Custom guitars from brands like this, must be very far from cheap.

“Happy Birthday. Hope you’ll like it.”

That's how the note that Gemma wrote on a paper, which was affixed to the guitar hardcase.

There was a slight smile imprinted on Gala's lips. But the arch hastily disappeared once he recalled what happened the other day. 

Upon seeing Gemma force him to open up, Gala inexplicably begins to feel ill-fated. He no longer finds interest in Gemma and keeps his distance with the girl.

And what makes the guy saturated, the attention is still there until now. Does he not understand that Gala currently only really wants to be alone?

Maybe Gemma was right, that she had changed, and that it made no difference to Gala even though they were still dating.

But in reality, everything in this country is no longer interesting. That Gala is bored and no longer wants to be in touch with anyone. Including with Febri, Niko and others. He was so frustrated and immediately wanted to get out of the country...

“Two choices. NZ or Aussie?” asked Mona at the time.

“Aussie..” Gala said flat.

Mona nodded slowly and told her personal assistant to take care of all Gala's interests in the future.

The Admission Letter is already in Gala's hands, and she was declared to pass the IELTS* and Entrance Test after following her at an educational and language institution in Jakarta in collaboration with her target campus. And now he just takes care of the visa and others.

His heart was relieved, this most difficult stepping stone he was finally able to conquer.

Tonight, he wanted to celebrate, try something he never did. Dugem.

“Tuh, Man! Beautiful girl!” point Stefan at the girls who are dancing in the middle of the dance floor, following the flow of music that DJs play skillfully.

Girls with minimal clothes and lack of materials seemed comfortable and did not feel uncomfortable at all. One of them, who had long hair with exotic skin, glanced at Gala and looked at her seductively.

Instantly, Gala was also grieving. He immediately finished his beer then pulled the girl towards the VIP table where Gala, Stefan and Marco were seated.

“Man, wild also lo. Don't use ba-bi-bu directly nyosor!” chirp Stefan who is being pulled by a girl towards the dance floor. "It's a good thing that Rina isn't bokin!"

One of the only sane people here is Marco. He frowned at Gala's strange behavior right now, not understanding why she was suddenly with them here.

“Why? Any problems?” gala asked Marco.

Marco shook his head and looked at the girl. “Go lo, I want to talk to you!”

The girl clucked in annoyance, but according to Marco and passed by.

“Tanya herself!”

“Continue, Gemma?”

“Why?”

“You've broken up, or how?”

“Not a lo affair!” Gala drank her beer until it ran out with a squeak on her forehead.

He hardly ever drank alcohol. This was his first experience with the drink. Thus, beer is the only drink with the lowest alcohol it can tolerate.

After all, Gala's age was already legal to enter a place like this, so it shouldn't be a problem right?

“Ck!” Marco clucking. Gala is not what she used to be. “Gue don't know yes, your problem is what your girl is. But from the gelagat lo that's like gini. I'm thinking, Man! In addition to your problems well, do not get to know!”

“Bacot!” sumpat Gala while ordering the next beer glass.

“Kalo Gemma single, mending you love me. I'm still a nice guy, cute as a marmot. I also respect girls, never mess with my ex .. Not like my cousin who's a bastard.”

Gala confirmed inwardly, that Marco was actually a good person when compared to his cousin. However, even though they broke up, far from the bottom of Gala's heart, she was not willing to see Gemma with anyone.

“Search for other victims napa?!”

“Hahaha .. Come on, don't deny that you are still dear. Gushed new people know the taste of lo. Beautiful girls like that there are rarely single. If not dating people yes married people.”

Gala's eyes squinted at Marco's words. His heart still makes Gemma his, but the other side of his heart feels that their relationship has run aground.

“Denger yes. Whatever your problem is, there will be no answer. Mabok iye, kelar kaga,” said Marco who immediately left Gala on the sofa alone.

At 10 p.m., Gala had already returned home. He did not find anything interesting at the nightclub. That place was not his world, not his circle.

Looks like Marco was right, that he shouldn't run away from trouble. And if he really wants to separate from Gemma, he has to talk about it.

Given the desperate events of Gemma the other day, Gala became aware of something. That Gemma simply does not want to undergo LDR relationships without something binding.

The girl did not want to lose herself. But his heart could not be forced at this moment. Gala has lost her taste in everyone.

So he became convinced that his move to Australia was the best decision to separate from the girl.

Just as he was putting his car keys on the nightstand on the 1st floor, suddenly a security guard came.

"Mas Gala..."

Lah? What kind of girl would be doing out here tonight? Eh. but live long!

Gala immediately went to the porch of the house and found Gemma sitting on a teak chair, waiting for her.

"Gala.." greet Gemma with a smile. "Jam 7 I brought you here, but nothing."

Gala smiled and took Gemma to a seat. "Listen, there's something I want to take with me."

"I am too."

"I'm going to college in Aussie ..."

"really?" Gemma's eyes widen and look more sparkling.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I heard it" said Gemma very enthusiastically. "Congrat... Anyway... Tomorrow I--"

"Gams. Let's break up."

Gemma was dumbstruck, she looked at the guy with a brain that still could not digest everything.

"You ... You're joking, right?" said Gemma trying to laugh at that shit.

"I'm not.." replied Gala flatly.

Like deja vu, the above sentence Gala and Gemma mentioned when expressing their feelings. It is sad because this sentence is repeated to end their relationship.

"But .. I won't."

"You yourself said that we broke up or not, yes there is no difference. I just want to clarify our status."

Gemma tries to control the roaring breath. "I.. still... We can still kok--"

"Nothing can be defended, Gem. It's over."

The girl seemed to have trouble swallowing her saliva at this moment. He was still curled up, unable to say anything.

"Go home Gem ... It's night. I'll ask Mr. Fandi anter lo to come home."

And the pronouns of the call changed. The Gemma's heart felt so sore. The girl's gaze fell on the teak table in front of her. His eyes look shaky and teary. His tongue was faint and he was seen several times gnawing in disbelief.

Gala shouted, calling Mr. Fandi, the driver, who happened to still be at home to take this girl home, without looking back again.

...***...

Two days later...

Gala woke up quite noon, around 10 am on that weekend. After a shower and breakfast, Gala decided to call Febri after lunch and invite him to play PS here. Just now he was about to find Febri's name, his phone was already on the sound.

"Hello Feb's. I just wanted to call. Main Pe-"

"Bro, we're going home. There's something I want to tell you."

"What?"

"We're all home. Now..."

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*IELTS: The International English Language Testing System, abbreviated as IELTS, is an English language proficiency test.