Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
46. One By One

After driving Indra to the airport, Gemma roared her car back to the apartment. The clock was showing at 6am when he arrived.

Sighing and exhaling slowly, she opened the door of her apartment and walked towards Viani's room which turned out to be unlocked.

“Vi..” call Gemma soft. He saw his beautiful young daughter with a meaningful look.

Remembering when she gave birth first, it was so hard struggle that she had to feel because the mother was not beside her. Her husband restricted her meeting with her birth mother. Indra said that Mira's presence was more than enough.

But that's not enough for Gemma. No one can replace Mitha's role for her. Baby blues he had experienced, but Mira did not care at all.

He who is a perfectionist always based ‘I used to be like this.. I used to be so..’ makes Gemma already reluctant to tell what happened to him.

Didn't the woman know that Gemma had to conceive and give birth beyond her wishes? The change is too big. But the in-laws consider Baby Blues and PPD a myth.

One thing that makes Gemma want to forgive Indra is, the man is a very supportive partner in taking care of children. He shared his duties and never complained at all. Indra wanted to replace Gemma a few hours at dawn so she could sleep. That's what makes Gemma slowly melt and hang on to the man's side all this time.

So actually, Indra is not a bad husband.

Unfortunately, she was too lulled by the crocodile love words her husband gave her to ignore her current appearance.

She should still be beautiful. He should be good at taking care of himself. He should never have refrained from buying anything he wanted. Loving himself alone he is incapable, but at the same time, he must still please others.

So he thought, Indra's affair was not one hundred percent wrong of the husband.

Cheating is cheating, right? There is no such thing as a quarter or half cheating. A lie is still a lie. Nothing is gray.

Sometimes, he remembered Gala. How he used to be too pussy on the man to imagine to the guarantee of everything! He has a cute and handsome son and a happy marriage. He often berated himself because there was still a little taste for the man. It's hard to deny it. The memory between him and Gala cannot be forgotten.

Of course he can't get out of those shadows. He was still too afraid that everything would come true. Because come to think of it, even though her current husband is Gala, there is no guarantee that the man will make a commitment to her. Not after the model man Yahya and Indra who had damaged his mindset towards the Adam.

Right now, his life is Viani. His eyes should remain fixed on a Viani. But he wouldn't let his son hate his own father. After all, Indra is a good father.

Delay the cheeks of the child tastefully. “Vi... Build..”.

There was a slight movement accompanied by a lazy groan of the awakened figure. At dawn, he woke up to let go of his father, then went to sleep again.

“What?” asked Viani with her hoarse voice.

“Mama knows that you are still angry. But you should know, Mama like this because it does not want anything to happen to you.”

“…..”

“Begini aja Vi. Mama ngerasa if lately we often fight. Now, what do you want? Mama will try to reconnect.”

“Viani want to go the same way Dani.”

“You know, right? Not only Mama who forbid, Papa you also can not be..”.

“Kalo so, Viani want to be alone. Viani doesn't want to see Mama here.

So upset was the child to throw the mother out of the room. It's okay for Gemma. He still hasn't given up. If Indra demands him to be patient, then that is what he will do.

“Mama has spoken with Oma and Opa. They have agreed from last week to go to Lembang at 9. Viani wanna come? There's Edo, Tara and Andi also later.”

The offer spontaneously made Viani turn her head when she heard the names of her three cousins called. “Mama follow?”

“Ngak, Darling. Mama is here. Mom wants to clean up the house. Since the move, the box-box still has not taken everything out. My mom went to the salon too. Let's see your friends Viani.”

“How many days said he?”

“Until Monday or Tuesday.”

The boy was excited. Pull out his duffle bag and prepare all his own necessities. The atmosphere this morning was more peaceful. Maybe it's good for Gemma and Viani to take a short distance, to introspect yourself.

After Viani is picked up by her in-laws, Gemma makes a video call to Indra. Her husband was almost drowned in busyness, displaying his position which was in the Semarang branch office.

Everything today is going well too. At 11 p.m., he went to one of the expensive restaurants and spent a total of over 500 thousand for one lunch. Continue to go to the Salon and Spa to relax his muscles that are so tense lately.

As if it wasn't enough, she went to the beauty clinic and it was all done by 7 p.m. He even made an appointment at the Clinic to continue the Stretch Mark treatment he had paid in full. It's up to Indra to protest how. That money can't be withdrawn anymore.

His body really felt relaxed and subconsciously, he had already ignored his phone because several times he had fallen asleep. First because of massage, second when soaking warm water, third when doing facial treatment.

And here he was now, already up to the 20th floor but his phone was instead left in the car. Inevitably, he had to come down to retrieve it. He actually felt a little uneasy when he was outside the apartment, the intensity of meeting Gala too often.

“Good evening, Beautiful.”

Tuh right? The ones that were avoided appeared again. Lately, every time you meet, Gemma will always hear strange sentences. Starting from a series of words that almost seduce, to sentences that really tempt his faith.

Just a short, thin smile that Gemma gave to Gala. The rest of it, his face remained flat. No expression at all.

The time in the elevator was so long. For some reason, the aura that the man exuded actually affected his instincts and almost brought him to his knees.

Slowly, Gemma glanced at Gala who was now calling someone, paying attention to her jaw line, her soft but sharp narrow eyes, and also the lips and dimples that were always synchronized when smiling.

“I know that I am handsome. Or do you want us to go to my apartment, let you free me?”

Those words managed to restore Gemma's common sense that had paused. So excited to see Gala's face, he did not realize that the man had finished calling.

“Aaan anyway?” ask Gemma upset. “It... Your collar...”.

Ish... Why comment on collars? Gemma again berated herself because the words were impressed that Gemma was watching Gala. How humiliating!

Gala felt the collar of her white shirt and only realized that her collar was in an untidy position. “You're paying attention anyway? But I'm afraid I'm not neat too if I'm the fixin.”

“Truly, Gem. Fix it for me dong.”

Still in his position, Gemma stuck out her hand and fixed the collar of the Gala shirt without slashing the distance at all. “Tuh... Already.”

“Thanks... But, Gem...” Gala suddenly lowered her head until her face was only a few inches from the neck of Gemma.

“A-what are you selling?” gemma's heart was agitated as the face approached her. Even though he had already rewinded his face, it was still that the goddamn elevator restricted his movements. Ah. fuckin…

“You smell so good,” whispered Gala who returned to her original position. “You're out of the balloons huh, Gem?”

“Not your business..” whereas Gemma is also tempted by the masculine scent that emanates from Gala's body.

“You know, I'm having dinner with Felix. You can join if you want.”

“No, thanks."

“How are you doing these few days, Gem?”

“Good.”

“Eng.. Sorry I haven't noticed anything with you lately. I'm new to work, so busy.”.

Gemma's eyebrows raised. “Ngapain you ngabarin me? No work!”

“Ya. We are candidates—“

“Don't make it!”

Ting…

Thank goodness! The elevator is open. Showing people who want to enter as well.

Right behind the crowd, there was a tall, fashion-clad, white-skinned woman who looked adorable.

“Gala..”.

Gemma's heart suddenly throbbed. Even the voice of the woman sounded so sexy.

Gemma looked at the man beside her. There was no face to show that the man was enthusiastic when he saw the woman.

“What are you doing here?” ask Gala ketus.

The woman walked over, approached Gala and struggled spoiled on her shoulders. “I'd like to see you.”

Duh! Why else would Gemma even stand there as if asking for an explanation? He then turned around, looking for the elevator down and immediately disappeared from there to return to his destination, which was to the basement, picking up the phone left in his car.

Along the way from the basement back to the 20th floor, his brain did not stop rotating the shape of the woman's body. Tall, pretty, foot-level. There can't be stretch marks on her stomach, and Gala doesn't look like it?

Such a beautiful person alone did not count Gala, let alone her!

“Lo is too kegeeran, Gem,” whispered to himself. desperately he convinced himself that all the temptations and sentences Gala dreadlocks were just to joke.

How is it possible, a man as famous, handsome, and as perfect as Gala would with a thin woman, gelambir, cellulite, and already have a child like her?

Had he thought that if divorced later from Indra, he might try to get close to Gala. But it seems impossible. Stupidly right if he could believe that Gala would accept it.

Gemma will focus on one thing.

Scribbling Indra's lies one by one.

Fuck if she's gonna be a widow for life, fuck if she doesn't want anyone including Gala. Although his heart still loves the man, but he must know himself.

Now she was in her apartment, sitting on the sofa and staring at her phone intently. There was a stifled rage that almost ruined the look on his face. While his brain was twisting painful memories the other day.

“I miss you.”

The sentence once written on Indra's phone was repeated in his head.

Disgust.

He admitted he was in shock. The dedication he had given to this family turned out to be nothing to Indra. Her husband had betrayed not only her, but also Viani.

He tried to test Indra by calling the man.

“Halo, Mas again where? Have you eaten?”

“Udah, Darling. Mas again on the way to hotel.”

“Oh so. Okay, be careful Mas.”

“OK, Darling. Love you..”

While deciding on the call, he sipped on the alcohol he had not drunk for a long time.

Gemma then swiped her phone screen to display another application that showed the position of the GPS tracker that Gemma had installed on her Indra briefcase, which was connected to her mobile phone.

Where her current position does not indicate that her husband is in Semarang.

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