Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
48. Less-than-teaching

If a squirrel jumps, it will fall too. The carcass that was hidden would definitely smell it would smell as well.

Gemma knows exactly where the pair is now. He was planning to go there, but was still considering something. He wants to be mentally prepared for what he will see.

To kill time, Gemma opened her phone, scrolled through her social media account to see her husband's recent post. Just now the man uploaded a picture with a group of people.

There are several men and women, standing in front of the Rapidash Express logo, where the location tag is still in Semarang. She was so curious about who was there.

Then Gemma saw a photo of Ranita standing at the very end, far from Indra. The husband didn't say he was leaving with the woman. At the airport, Gemma also did not meet him.

But then, his eyes were fixed on a woman who was quite familiar to him. Gemma was trying to remember her name, Melly Liu.

Hey, wasn't that their schoolmate back then? Gemma never followed Melly, and Indra didn't tag Melly.

“Melly Liu,” muttered Gemma while searching in the search tab. He also found that Melly Liu was the same person who became his high school friend.

And incidentally, he didn't lock his profile. The various photos at work corroborate Gemma's opinion that she is not wrong and that person is right to work there. Gemma sends a Direct Message to Melly.

[Gemma: Hey. Melly. I am Gemma, remember? ]

The universe is on Gemma's side. Melly replied to the message without waiting for a long time. That woman is online.

[Melly: Remember! Lo ex-girlfriend Gala. Eh Sorry, I remember her ex doang anyway. How are you doing? ]

[Gemma: Okay, Mel... Anyway, can I have it? Sorry if I didn't talk first. Do you work at Rapidash Semarang? ]

[Melly: Yes I now work at the Semarang branch? ]

[Common : Tau dong. That's my same photo of my brother. ]

Gemma is out. He doesn't care about lying anymore. Not many people know that Gemma is an only child who clearly has no brother.

[Melly: Loh, who's your brother? ]

[ Gemma: Indra Suteja, who just came to your office. I happened to see a picture of Elo there. ]

[Melly: Oh. Very narrow world yes. Yes really, your brother came here earlier to see the performance of RE Semarang. Same as his wife. Your wife is beautiful, like a model. ]

His wife? That means she's not going there to work. Just accompany him apparently.

[Gemma: The hell time? My brother is jago nyari bini. I lost dong, huh? ] Gemma fishing line.

[Melly: Hahaha, no, you are also beautiful. But make no mistake! I just admire, not really like the same Sister Ranita. I ‘straight’ to the bone. Wkwkwkwk ]

That information is more than enough if Gemma was not recognized as a wife by Indra. Maybe if one day Gemma will apply for a job, she will write “acting” expertise as one of her strongest talents.

Until a few minutes later, he was still chatting with Melly as if without burden and without hiding anything at all.

Until finally the chat was stopped because Melly wanted to sleep.

Indra lied to him too much. And the man was too bold to recognize his own employee as his wife. Doesn't he fear that the lie can't be covered just because different areas of work?

Gemma is fed up.

At 12 p.m., Gemma could not sleep at all. His eyes were still fully awake, staring intently at the balcony door he had left open.

Gemma held up her phone, paying attention to every detail that was visible here and there, plus the screen that looked cracked. Fortunately the phone was still willing to turn on, even though the screen was almost destroyed.

She did not regret this at all when she threw her phone on the floor loudly after hearing the voice of******* a woman with her husband through the GPS tracker.

Yeah, her phone got that way because she was so emotional.

As his eyes looked all over the apartment, he felt a void. There's nothing he can defend here. Sleeping on the bed of the affair covered in betrayal, making his skin itchy.

Gemma's mind has landed everywhere. The voice of******* was certainly different from the voice of an ordinary person when speaking, so he could not really guess a hundred percent with whom Indra slept, he was too afraid of accusation. But the logic screams for sure true that the woman is Rita aka Ranita.

But for tonight, does Indra have the same sleeping partner? Or is he sleeping with someone else?

It's macabre.

Glanced at the nightstand, he took an access card that was there. His brain led him to the apartment that still belonged to them in Tower C.

He only hoped not to meet Gala at all so that the man would not ask much, because now, he felt almost turned into a demon, minus the horns and long claws.

Her breathing blew faster than usual, especially when she swiped the access card until the door of her apartment opened.

Deep down, he wished it was just a nightmare. His mind grimaced when he imagined that his son would know how the father behaved.

While her heart was still merciful at her marriage, her logic forced her to maintain self-esteem.

Slowly, Gemma stepped in with the remnants of the strength she had. Since seeing the position of the GPS tracker, he has been practicing to prepare for the worst possibilities.

But training is training, he is never ready to face the reality on the pitch.

“Mas!"

The voice of the woman he heard from the GPS tracker recording was real and increasingly clear. In their old room, the door opened a little.

A dim silhouette of light touched her face as she ventured to peek, at the most brazen scene Gemma had ever seen between her husband and the woman she knew.

Gemma's tongue is cloudy, her throat feels dry and choked by a large stone. His hands slowly lifted, closing his mouth to muffle all the sounds that would possibly indicate his existence here.

My mind is not ready to see this.

His hand was stretched out almost to force open the door, but suddenly, Gemma lowered her hand, not doing so.

He desperately tried to think clearly. He does not want this affair to go viral and embarrass his name and the Suteja family. Pity Viani if that happens.

She has to play beautiful.

He picked up his peot phone and started recording for a minute.

One minute is enough to destroy an Indra.

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