Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
4. Misunderstand

“Papa how?” gala asked through her phone. Right now, he was receiving a call from a woman.

“Aman,” says Mona, Gala's older sister.

“Papa again what now? Sleepings?”

“Againly select the candidate Manager Finance ..”

“Well, why did you have to get to Papa, brother? Not a break instead―”

“That's exactly it, Gala. Because of the massive corruption of Pak Prabu et al yesterday, Papa became very selective. Must be married, here, that's what. Besides, Papa wants it to be right in Brother's hands, everything is done. Anyway, how? Solo guitar competition, so come with?”

“I'll be coming, Brother. But..”

“But what?”

“Yes, not what I hope to have anyway. There gian―”

Hearing the word ‘chew’, Mona instantly spirit up to cut, “Beauty not?”

“Ish, Big Brother.. Not so story ah...”.

“Hahaha, relax dong Bro.. Later we stories again. Tonight I'll take you to Papa.”

“OK, Sister... See you..”

Gala pressed the red button to disconnect the call. There was a sigh of fatigue that sounded from his mouth when he had to intersect with the Papa. He then turned his attention, focusing on resolving this conflict one after another.

Niko and Febri come to Gala with serious faces.

“Lo sure want to hear Gemma play?” ask Febri.

Gala nodded once.

Niko sighed softly. “But how do you bokap lo? Didn't you already tell him that you are advancing?”

“Gue cede. Anyway, I often see me winning. I don't have to go forward anymore ‘kan?”

Febri shakes not understanding. “But this is kan―”

“Feb, this is my decision.”

Gala looked at her shoes and flapped the dry ground she was poking impatiently. Febri and Niko eventually retreated away.

After successfully convincing Diana, it was her turn to meet with Gemma to resolve all of these misunderstandings in person. Gentlely…

They already knew who the owner of the number was, which turned out to be Erika's mobile number. The child dares to make this fatal misunderstanding!

They want to report. But there are a lot of names at stake here. There is the name of their teacher, Rosa, who apparently already knows the Gemma father thing and still wants to bring Gemma to the race. And given the more severe risks, their intentions were eventually scrapped.

Gala did not expect that gossip―about how terrible it would be if Gemma's father was angry. Guilt invaded his mind like thousands of invisible needles piercing into the heart.

Various worries arose in his heart about Gemma. What if he gets sick from a cut on his back? What if he's all right? How about... Arrrghhh!!! Gala shouted out frustration in her heart.

“Diana, go home. Tomorrow, you must be busy managing MOS for Monday. I'm doing fine. Seriously,” said Gemma with a typical thin smile of hers that made her face more and more tapered.

Diana stepped away, but not really far from Gemma. Diana lets the girl meet Gala alone, until she is sure that Gala will not do evil to her friend.

“Are you okay?” gala asked Gemma with such an intense gaze.

Gemma stared flat at Gala, then exhaled softly. “Gue will report to Ms. Rosa if I resign.”

“What?”

Gala. He did expect Gemma to step down, but this was not the way. He did not expect all of the injuries to be clearly imprinted on Gemma's back covered in a school shirt. Gala never expected someone's body to be injured just because of her ambition towards that race.

“Lo can forward replace me,” continued Gemma.

“Gem. I have never had a bad doain happen to lo.”

“Gue will guarantee my guitar.” Gala said, increasingly feeling guilty and trying to provide a solution to everything. “Partially, said Diana, next week Bokap you already work in Kalimantan, ‘kan? Nothing to be afraid of.”

Gemma raised her left palm in front of Gala's face with a resisting gesture. “No need, Gala. Lo simple. Anyway, I can't play anytime soon. My hands can't be dipake practice.”

“What do you mean?” Gala's curiosity is increasing. He scanned Gemma's physique from top to bottom. Until his eyes fell on the fingers in Gemma's right hand which suddenly tremored. There were some abrasions out of nowhere. “That's your hand why is it shaking?”

Gemma looked down at her pinky finger that looked swollen.

Reflex, Gala took a step forward, took Gemma's hand slowly and saw what was really happening to her hand. Gemma's right little finger is enlarged from its proper size, looks red and slightly throbbing.

“This....lo finger hurts?” ask Gala with concern. Instantly, a feeling of horror invaded his heart. What kind of violence has happened to Gemma to this extent? Seeing Gemma's wounds like this, why did her fingers become painful?

Gemma raised her head, looking straight into Gala's eyes as she noticed Gala's sudden attention. Then, he nodded slowly without making a sound.

Gala stared at the wound of Gemma with a face of horror. Geez, I hope Gala's guess is wrong…

...***...

“Lo can still hold ‘kan? I call the driver first, so we can take you to the hospital,” Gala told Gemma while delivering him sitting near the school gate. Febri and Niko followed Gala faithfully.

A few hours later in the hospital, Gemma was allowed to go home after her little finger was fitted with a finger splint. The results of the examination found that Gemma's finger suffered a moderate crack. With the pinky condition of such injuries, it is clear Gemma will not be able to play in any competition. To write, he must have had trouble.

“Antar Diana was. I want to talk to you,” pinta Gemma at Gala. Diana felt strange. But he didn't ask anything until he was dropped off right in front of the entrance to his compound.

“That, stop there,” Gemma asks Gala driver to pull over near a complex park.

Gemma got off the car followed by Gala. Their steps came to a halt near the fountain in the middle of a shrub of pruned plants resembling a mini labyrinth.

“Gem ... I am very sorry for this incident,” Gala said sincerely. “Gue don't want you to woe.”

There was a heavy sigh coming out of Gemma's mouth. “But I've been wretched, Gala. Lo smart hide it all, but I'm not stupid.”

Gala was surprised not to be dumbfounded to hear the words of Gemma. He thought, their relationship would improve and not be cold anymore. But now, it seems like Gemma has concluded something bad. Gala's head lifted, the net twinkling in confusion. “Hide what Gem?”

“Lo and Erika could be a couple. You guys are a great fit in terms of trap traps.”

Gala's forehead frowned. “Lo talking what the hell?”

There was a cynical smile that Gemma displayed at Gala. “This is Elo's work with Erika right?"

“Lo suppose I work with Erika to make you like this, so?”

Gemma nodded with a flat face, it was hard for Gala to be able to read Gemma's current feelings. But clearly, Gemma did not want to believe her, even after Gala drove her to the hospital.

“It's not you who threatened me to report it all to my father?”

“Gem, I was bluffing at the time. I don't really do it. Humpeh. I don't know how to believe. I'm here to be honest. I didn't lie to Lo.”

“Now it doesn't matter anymore. I know how you struggle playing guitar. Lo datengin guitarist of PES live band, Bang Fad, make a tutor lo. I envy you for having everything.

I know your mentor is busy playing everywhere, and you must have enough money to hire a tutor like him. I often eavesdrop on your talk with Bu Rosa about your improvement during the study directly with Bang Fad. Effort lo gede Gala. While me?

I'm just a guitar player who happens to have super sensitive ears and strumming skills that are still falling. So now, enjoy it all. I doain you won. Don't worry about my little pebbles. Even though I have the energy, I still will not be able to block you again.”

Those super long words finally slid off Gemma's thin lips. Gala is convinced that no one who has ever heard Gemma can speak that much. Gemma's shoulders rose and fell, moved by the emotions that filled her chest. His nose twitched and his eyes filled with tears that flooded.

Gala looked at Gemma with resignation. The girl did not want to forgive him. Now he really lost his way, did not know what to do, even had trouble proving it.

He once threatened Gemma with the name of his father. That's enough ground to make Gemma not believe it. He didn't want to race in this way either.

“Thank you for taking me to the hospital. I really appreciate it. But, I don't want to see my decks anymore, and my guitar playing won't you hear anymore.”

The girl then left the Gala in her place. His legs were fixated and his chest was claustrophobic with intense guilt.

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