Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
35. Beautiful Memory

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Amanda Seyfried - Little House. Dear John's)

The elevator doors closed and carried Gemma's body sliding upwards, towards her apartment on the 18th floor. He leaned himself against the wall while closing his eyes.

His hand slowly touched the arm that had been held by Gala. The touch still makes Gemma like a low voltage electric shock, still making him misbehave and making his feelings mixed.

Arriving at her apartment, Gemma went straight to her room to the toilet. He washed his face with water and looked at his face in the mirror.

How could Gala call this face still beautiful if in fact Indra chose another woman? Gala must be blind!

Gemma clenched her hands. Why would Gala have to be present again in her life, so the neighbors anyway! The woman even asked God, where did He get this crazy idea from where to bring them together in this state?

Gemma admits that her feelings for Gala are still the same as they used to be. Even though he desperately harbored that feeling all the way.

[ 081xxxxxxx: I know you’re not okay. ]

Gemma looked at the screen of her phone with a frown. But he was not surprised that Gala eventually got her number because they were members of the same alumni group.

“No...No...” Gemma muttered back washing her face with water from the tap. He reminded himself that it would not open a gap for this person.

[ 081xxxxxxx: Why do you ignore my message? ]

“If you had known ..” whispered Gemma in a soft sigh before letting herself cry in heartache again.

He just let the message go without replying to it at all. Getting close to the opposite sex today will only add new problems, especially if he is an ex-lover!

[ 081xxxxxxx : Now we are winning right? You can talk to me whenever you want to. ]

This guy didn't stop sending messages. Didn't she realize Gemma was married?

After all, why build a relationship again with Gala? What point? Friends should be a place to share complaints and grievances. Friends should be open to each other.

And if he's friends with Gala, then he should be open as well? Initially with Gala was also from friends. For married people, this is a bad idea.

Gemma dropped her phone. He looked at the mirror while recalling Gala's words earlier.

“I see, you haven't changed.. still like you used to.”.

“You are beautiful.”

Fix, Gala's blind!

But Gemma couldn't help but forget her first love.

In the past, Gemma always imagined that one day they would grow up together, work, get married, have cute children and age together.

The bayes? High-level fantasy? Say so. But everyone who is truly in love would imagine such a thing also towards the person he loves, right? It would be a lie if women never thought about it.

That love is still for the same person, for Gala. With Indra, he never thought about tomorrow, except for Viani's survival.

His phone suddenly rang, the Gala number he had not saved was what came in. His heart was pounding again just by staring at that number for a few seconds.

There was an inner war going on in his mind, lift it or not? Really, he wanted to wipe the red button. But his subconscious instead moved his thumb sliding the green button.

“Halo,” says Gemma slowly.

“Hm.”

“Why not reply to my chat?”

“Gala, you should never contact me again.”

“Why? Is something wrong? Did I shoot you again?”

Oh***.. Gemma is too ge er. Now he is wrong. This man must have considered him too confident.

“I admit, I still have a taste.”

The deg! Gemma wants to jump into the pool right now. Gala could have expressed her taste now when things were so different! Is Gala flying the war flag to Indra?

“Quiet. I'm not that determined to destroy your household. You are married and I respect the boundary you have built between us.”

The woman did not realize at all that she had almost a minute to hold her breath. When he heard that sentence, he was finally able to breathe with relief. What he imagined did not happen.

Why is he afraid? What price is he up to everything contested?

“But if I were to listen to you being treated with him, I would be really reckless, Gem... Reassure me that you are happy, so that I can move on..”

“A-I'm happy kok.” Gemma tries as normally as possible to sound convincing.

“What I heard from Diana was not so. But since you said it like this, I'm relieved. Preserve it, Gem..”

“Still.”

“Alright, Neighbor.. Now we're friends right?”

“Ya.”

“I’ll see you around.”

Hadh, Gemma is getting messed up this time. Gala is the last man she wants to be her friend, and she is also the only man who has her heart. Can he just run away from Gala now and never see her again?

This is a dangerous situation in marriage. Friendship between the opposite sex like this opens up too many gaps, although the initial intention is not for more than that.

Because of Gala's voice, she can't stop remembering all her sweet memories with the man when they were teenagers.

How cold their relationship was at the beginning. How happy he was when the hate finally turned into love. How sweet all the memories of them are.

Dimples that always make Gemma with a fad touch his face, and a smile that is always sincere for him.

Gemma's face flushed red. Gala's influence for her was still too strong.

Just thinking about Gala for a second is okay, right? Gemma was so late that she smiled to herself.

Suddenly the toilet door was knocked from the outside, blowing away all the beautiful daydreams. The voice echoed, returning it in a reality that was not at all beautiful.

“Gem?” call Indra.

Gemma dried her face and opened the door. Recalling that his relationship with Indra was still cold, he ignored Indra's existence. She went to bed and lifted her blanket, only to be blocked by her husband who still wanted to talk.

“Whose are you below?”

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