Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
3. Behind The School Shirt

[081xxxxxxxx : In, can you bring my guitar home? I said again overtime. I want to practice. -Gemma-]

Diana frowned when she saw a short message coming into her phone.

Since Gemma's father did not give his daughter a mobile phone, Gemma did occasionally send messages through the mobile phone of the gaffer who was hanging out not far from his home. A good-natured carpenter named Burhan. However, this number is not Burhan's number and has never been stored on his phone.

[Me: Gem, this is elo?]

[081xxxxxxxx : Yes, On. Who else is it?]

Yes indeed who else called Diana with the call ‘Di’? On average all her friends and teachers would call her by the name of Diana, without being abbreviated.

[Me: Mo escorted now, Gem? Bokap you are not?]

[081xxxxxxxx : Safe, On. Doi knew I wanted to run the race. Sorry to take nicotine, Di.]

Diana's forehead folded in disbelief.

[Me: Hey? Bokap you agree?]

[081xxxxxxxx : Yes. Really.]

[Me : Okay, I walk.]

Although there is little doubt, Diana will still deliver the guitar. The distance between the house of Diana and Gemma is also not far, only the difference of the complex is no more than two hundred meters away. The streets were also very bright and crowded with hawkers, safe for a girl walking alone.

On arrival in front of Gemma's house, Diana knocked on the door. But not usually, Gemma is slow to open after they promise to meet. Unless there is…

“Diana?”

The door opened, displaying Yahya's fierce figure, Gemma's long-serving father.

The aura is creepy, with a strong face typical of mafia. His gaze was sharp without mercy. The wrinkle did indicate that he was no longer young, but the slow and deep voice seemed to be thunderous and made anyone who faced him tremble. Don't think it's just camouflage. His appearance was completely in line with his attitude.

That firm facial line and that intimate eye gaze is what Gemma has, passed down from the truly fierce father.

“O-om? Malem Om...” Diana said with trepidation. “Gemma is there?”

“What's up?” ask Yahya without saying anything.

“I-this, Om. Meet Gemma.”

Gemma's head poked out from behind Yahya. Gemma's eyes widened with horror when she saw Diana's arrival along with her guitar.

“This is whose guitar?” ask Yahya.

“Gi-guitar Gemma, Om.”

There was a snort from Yahya's mouth, but he looked calm. “Give me that guitar.”

Diana looked at Gemma and Yahya in turn timidly.

“Come get.”

Diana's hand began to tremble violently when she received a mysterious but piercing gaze from Yahya. He gave the guitar and soft case to Yahya.

“Diana, you go home now.” Yahya's orders.

Behind Yahya, Diana could see clearly that Gemma closed her eyes.

Diana could only run away when the door closed. Even though she was a strong girl in black, she mentally could not stand the events that would happen any minute.

***

The first break, Gala and her other bandmates got permission to practice for half an hour. They have finished training and are cleaning up the tools to be included in the hard case one by one.

“Men, I heard that Gemma was also good at playing guitar,” said Adit, vocalist of the school band.

“Yes, how come he never showed up anyway?” said Victor who was rolling out a wide cloth to cover the drum set. “Gue saw a video from Bu Rosa. Crazy men, jago bener. At first glance, the game is like Joe Satriani but more acoustic ..”

Emon was unplugging his bass jack cable and rolling it up, only to shake his head and shake Victor's head. “Lebay ah! Diem lo, Vic.”

Afraid that Gala will be offended by Adit and Victor's praise. “The best thing, do not compare bandingin!”

Gala was silent to hear the words of her friends. His heart was slightly pinched as they began to compare Gala and Gemma skills that were in fact different genres. The emotional flame in her heart was ignited when she remembered Rosa's choice which remained fixed on Gemma.

***

“You!”

Call a teacher to a quiet girl eating yellow rice at the corner cafeteria table.

“Detach his jacket! I don't know your rules, I'm in 3rd grade too! Here again, why isn't her hair tied?”

Hearing the loud voice of the teacher, Gala raised her head to the source of the voice. Coincidentally his desk was not far from the table of Gemma, the girl the teacher intended.

Actually the rules of binding hair for girls whose hair exceeds the limit of the shoulder, many make girls careless. Not all students follow these rules. They will use various reasons ranging from sick, not slang, ugly, and so on.

Maria, the teacher of the small-bodied cafeteria supervisor, seemed to be unconcerned about Diana's defense. Roughly, Maria pulled Gemma's hair and tied her hair with a rubber band carelessly.

Suddenly Mary laughed. “Children if kerokan do not get dong's neck. Shame to know, look out!” ledek Maria when she saw the reddish marks transverse at the nape of Gemma that seemed to extend from her back.

Gemma's face was flushed with embarrassment, she did not respond to Maria's chuckling. Not yet finished his piety, Maria has taken off the jacket that Gemma is wearing.

“Kalo until I see you wear a jacket again, I add your points. Know?” maria said as she confiscated Gemma's jacket and passed away.

Some children laughed at the incident. But the loudest and most striking laughter was the sound of laughter from the mouths of Erika and friends.

Regardless of the friends who were laughing at Gemma, Diana immediately pulled Gemma's hand away from the canteen and stopped right in front of the female WC entrance.

“I’m sorry I just came. At 1 and 2, I was called to the OSIS room. You are okay ‘kan?” diana asked worriedly. “Sini, come here on your back, I want to see.

Gemma. “Udah, On. I'm okay with.”

Diana exhaled in annoyance and pulled the back collar of Gemma forcibly down a few inches. His eyes widened when he saw that there were many red lines piled up on Gemma's back. When viewed from above it is like a scrap, but when viewed as a whole, it is terrible.

“We go to UKS, now!” force Diana while pulling Gemma's hand again towards the school health unit guarded by one of the PMR's children.

“Ink for wound ointment, same pain killer,” says Diana. He has been injured many times during the game and knows what drugs are commonly used to relieve pain.

Gemma sat on the patient bed with her head bowed lethargic. He just let his friend open his white uniform and took off his bra hook. Then, apply an ointment along the back of Gemma that has a lash wound.

“Ssshhh!” ringis Gemma with her eyes closed tightly and tears almost spilled.

“Hold yes Gem ..” said Diana could not bear it. But he must immediately apply this ointment on the body of his best friend.

After all the wound lines were smeared with the ointment, Diana laid Gemma's body in a slanted position. When touching Gemma's skin, Diana picks up a thermometer and sees that Gemma's body temperature has exceeded normal limits. “Body lo warm, Gem.”

“Hm-s. I just need a break. Thanks In.”

“Gue will hit anyone who knows you, Gem.”

“Nevent gone, Di. I'm not―”

Diana had dark eyes. He left the UKS and went to find the person in question.

“Follow me, NOW!” diana was furious when she found Gala who had just finished eating in the cafeteria. Diana pulls the Gala followed by Febri and Niko who just resigned, not daring to get close when Diana was angry.

Bruk!

Gala's body crashed into the paving block after being lashed by Diana. Now they are in a bicycle parking lot away from the crowds and the supervision of teachers.

“Fuck you yes! If there is a problem with girls, don't be like this. Very cute lo kayak uler!”

Gala rubs her ass. So loud the slap, his buttocks to pain. “Eh brash! Wrong me what to throw me like gini?”

Niko and Febri hurriedly come and hold Diana. But the woman who was already angry looked at the two handsome guys like a snot boy until they were scared. They did not come close for fear of being beaten. But being prepared for standby will take Gala away if necessary.

“Lo ‘kan who sent me the same SMS? Pretend to be Gemma, tell me to come to the house with a guitar. Pake said Gemma's bokap ngizinin anyway. Lying very intent.”

Gala's forehead folded, her head slightly tilted. He did not understand what Diana was talking about. “SMS what do you mean? Ngizinin for what? I really don't understand it.”

Diana pulled out her phone and showed me the number and SMS that came in last night. “This is your number, right? Sissy lo! Lo why the hell not just aja Gemma join the competition, huh? Injured like self-esteem lo see the girl who plays. All this time, he never showed his talent. I give the same recommendation as Miss Rosa. GUE!”

“Bentertimes. What's the problem? That's not my number, I swear!” Gala is confused.

“Lo don't hesitate bego! Gemma doesn't have a phone, you know! He always uses a motorcycle taxi number in front of his house to send me the same message if he is home and needs something.

Last night, he asked for a guitar he had been hiding in my house. And what was to become your hope finally happened. CONGRATULATIONS! Your wish is fulfilled! He will not participate in the competition because his bokap had destroyed his guitar he, damaged until not REMA!”

Gala gaped, trying to digest all the consecutive information that Diana spewed out with a burst of emotion. But Gala really has no idea about what happened. Questions ran through her brain about who Gemma was and how her family was.

“Indeed, is Gemma really that terrible? That rumor ... bener?”

“Lo do not pretend not to understand the problem is dong. Gentle be a guy! Admit if you are wrong!”

“Diana, I don't know how to betakinin lo, but it's really not my number. If you don't believe me, ask Niko or Febri.”

Febri and Niko approach, seeing the number and both shake their heads and try to convince Gemma that it is not a Gala number.

Gala turned to Diana with a questioning look, wanting to confirm that her thoughts might be wrong. “Emang Gemma is flanked by Bokapnya?”

Diana then looked at Gala who seemed to really have no clue about this incident.

“Lo really-never know how to bokapnya Gemma if he denger his son playing guitar?”

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