Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
49. I'm Crazy
After getting the evidence he wanted, he quietly went out of there back to his new apartment.
“Liar...” whispered Gemma as she stared at Indra's photo on the nightstand. “Basic traitor!”
He ignored some of the chatter from his friend. From Diana and Erika, also from Febri and Niko who asked if tomorrow he would join the reunion or not. Gemma just read the chat, but she did not reply. In this position, the dial is no longer interested in what will happen.
Five minutes later, his phone rang an incoming call sign.
Due to a severe crack in the caller's writing, Gemma couldn't see who was calling her these nights. He is also not good at remembering numbers, even Indra numbers do not memorize.
Skeptical, he picked up the phone. “Halo.”
“Gem?”
Gemma knows whose voice it is. Why didn't his neighbor stop bothering him? Wasn't he with his girlfriend?
“I want to clear, Gem. That girl wasn't—“
“Gala, please, this time is not the right time. Please do not contact me first,” whispered Gemma who without hesitation immediately disconnect the call.
The man has not given up, dozens of chatter entered his phone to try to explain who the woman was to Gemma.
Gala why? What is important for Gemma to know? It doesn't seem like it, does it? They already had their own lives, why didn't the man just live without dragging others in?
Gala and herself have nothing to do, so Gemma shouldn't need that explanation. He doesn't even want to hear anyone talk to him tonight. His mentality could be destroyed now that he heard a sentence further from the man.
And it could be, he will make Gala his place of impingement to weep for his suffering. Which, that's not Gemma's attitude at all.
With Indra, she would cry easily for fear of being left behind, but with Gala, she did not want to be seen as weak. For a long time they had not been close together and Gemma had no idea what Gala was doing now.
Will he receive the Gemma curses with open arms and faithfully keep his mouth shut as before without judging, or instead act the other way around and leak everywhere? Or worse, two-faced like Indra, sweet in front but behind the rotten.
Gemma closes all possibilities. He did not want to mourn his life and leaned on another man like Gala whom he no longer knew.
He told Gala he was happy, and the man should have known only to get there.
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At 8am, Gemma's phone rang. There came a call from a number that was out of nowhere, that woke Gemma from her sleep.
“Halo?”
“Gem. It's Melly. I got your number from the alumni group.”
Gemma rubbed her eyes. “Why Mel?”
“Eng... I'm sorry to you.”
“Apologies?” the woman tilted her head not catching Melly's intentions. “Make what?”
“Ya.. Eng...” there is a pause of a few seconds before Melly continues. The woman was also confused about where to start. “So gini, Gem... I'm sorry.. Suer, I don't know if you are his wife Mr. Indra. I just found out this morning fitting stalking his profile, and it turns out..”.
“Ohhhh... I think napa... Just relax again!”
“Ih Gemma is. I'm confused, right! Why aren't you honest from the start?"
His eyebrows swoop in when Melly doesn't catch what she means and why she lied to Melly that Indra is her brother.
“Yes if you're in my position, how's Mel? I'm not familiar, even if we're okay. A dozen years later, I suddenly came to lo, asked about Indra and immediately said that he cheated? Don't you... I'm ashamed that my samoe was that bright to elo.”
Melly exhaled her rough breath. “It’s okay... I can be trusted, Gem, even though we are not very familiar. I just don't feel good about you, Lo.”
“Not good how?”
“Yes I reported it."
“Casual. I knew first that he was cheating. Lo don't feel guilty.”
“Totally?”
“Iya.. Udah lo must be a lot of business right?” said Gemma who was lazy to chat for a long time. “I don't want to talk, but it's not a good time."
“Ya already... Gem... I hope your problem quickly finished yes.”
Melly does not need to regret anything, however it is not her fault. It was Gemma herself who lured the woman without her knowing the hidden purpose of Indra's wife.
After taking a shower, cleaning up, having breakfast and making sure Viani is doing well, Gemma picks up her car keys, roaring her towards the gadget sales center.
With Indra's credit card, he made a transaction by buying a most expensive and luxurious mobile phone this year, plus a smart watch that could be priced for DP family cars.
And he's a fool!
He just wanted to transfer data from his old phone quickly in order for the phone to be used immediately.
After that he went to another mall and bought some branded items that he never had before. In fact, he bought diamonds and jewelry that spent the limit of Indra's credit card.
Muddle. Gemma is blind to anger.
But money can't buy happiness. Arriving at home, he saw the useless things he had bought. After shopping, his heart still felt bitter, the satisfaction that had only lasted a short while and then left nothing.
Why does he use bags, short jeans skirts, singlets, sweaters, hats, branded glasses? That's not his style. He is a simple person who always uses appropriate clothes because Indra from the beginning has forbidden Gemma to dress openly. There is never a little skirt above the knee or a sleeveless shirt.
“No need to be a girl out there! Very cheap tau, kayak style like that.”
And now, who's she fucking with?
Shortly after, Indra called. His voice sounded angry and demanding. Gemma knows, surely Indra plans to use this credit card for online transactions.
During this time the credit card is indeed Gemma which is held, so Indra can only use it for online transactions only.
“Gem, what the hell is this? Why did my card limit run out like this? What are you shopping for anyway? 450 Million runs out, you know. You think I have that kind of money after we buy a new apartment?”
“Ah.. Yes Mas. Sorry, I bought bablas..” said Gemma relaxed while wiping her new phone that looks shiny, Apple 13 Max Pro gold with a capacity of 1 terabyte plus a beautiful black Apple Watch.
“Kok really relaxed anyway talking? Next month I can pay for it, Gem! What are you crazy?”
"Yes.I'm crazy, like, Mas." he said, laughing to himself. He laughed at how panicked Indra was right now. Because the weight is getting heavier. He believes that Indra can only rely on a very limited debit card.
“Mas.. Soon you will be CFO, where maybe you can not be full of money. I need treasures, Mas. And I want to change my lifestyle that has been simple. I want treatment, I want gold and diamonds. I want everything I never had.”
“What are you saying, Gem? I don't understand.”
“Yes there is nothing. I'm just the same life as me that's it."
From the other end, Gemma knew that Indra was thinking that there was something strange. He still refrained from dropping the bomb on Indra. Not as long as Viani was still acting tough on him.
“Terupon you! After I go home later, we will talk seriously!”
“Bby, Mas. L waited. I miss Mas..” well, acting so a crocodile is not a difficult thing for Gemma now.
“You...” Indra paused his sentence. He wanted to ask what was wrong with the woman, but she undoed her intentions. Gemma is not someone who is easily open to others.
Even if there was a problem, he always kept it alone. The smartest woman keeps her secrets and her feelings. “By the way, I extended one week here. Much work.”
The corner of Gemma's lips was interested in forming a wry smile, she also snorted violently. But all right, let's play a little. Is that what Indra wants?
“Old kok anyway Mas? It's a new year's Christmas holiday, usually you take a leave?”
“This time is not. Oh yes, for Viani, he said the same to me if I would join Mami and Papi to Bali, directly from Bandung later.”
Don't you? Viani is still very far from his achievements. If he were to divorce now, with Indra's sweet mouth and Ranita's gentle treatment, the boy would definitely choose the father over him.
Gemma has to find a way. Breaking Viani's heart was the only way not to lose the child.
“So the end of this year, I'm alone, so, Mas?” this time, sadness is not a fake thing. But let. If he was angry at Viani now that the child was only willing to tell the father rather than the mother, it would only add to the problem of being runyam.
“I’ll see you later, Gem!”
The call was also interrupted.
‘You want a vacation with that whore, Mas?’ ask Gemma in anger while paying attention to GPS Tracker data that shows their location has now moved, from Jakarta to the city of Jogja.
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