Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
52. Scrooge

Gemma's forehead wrinkled as she felt her sleep was so disturbed. When his eyes opened, a bright sunlight entered through the gap of the curtains that were not tightly closed. His hands spontaneously covered his face, then slowly sat down.

“Aduh...” whispered when he felt his head ache a little. He massaged his temple although it did not reduce the feeling of heaviness in his head.

Then she recalled last night, when Melly took her to a club. He drank a few glasses until it felt a little tipsy. For the rest, he can't remember anymore.

Mucus! He must be drunk!

Slowly, Gemma got out of the blanket and lowered her feet to the floor.

Wait... Whose room is this?

His eyes shimmered to and fro looking around the room. Every detail in this room is too universal. It can be a male room and it can also be a female room.

Eh? Cold spah!

Gemma looked down and found him wearing an oversized white shirt that dangled only half his thigh. It's a men's shirt!

“Hmph!” Gemma covered her mouth which was about to scream hysterically.

Who brought him here? How drunk was he to the point of being completely unconscious?

“Morning..”.

Spontaneous Gemma looked back.

Like a Mahadeva, standing in front of him so majestically. The white shirt looks so fit wrapped in his muscles, the face of the pillow and his hair is still tight it indicates that he also just woke up.

As soon as possible Gemma slipped behind the long curtains covering the large transparent glass wall that was there. “Gala! Y-What are you doing there?

“Wake up? You are again in my apartment, Gem,” replied the man calmly. "For me I have no choice, you were drunk yesterday."

Gemma's eyes widened. “Di-in your apartment? Then why did my clothes change? Don't-don't you? Oh My God! You take advantage of the situation! You're insolent!”

The woman came out of her hiding place to prepare to attack Gala. “Wait, Gem. This is not what you imagined!”

“Basic pervert!”

The man ran out while Gemma chased after him furiously. “Gem. I'm fine with you, suer!”

Now in the living room, Gemma and Gala stand face to face blocked by a large sofa. “Then why did I wear your shirt, huh?!”

“You were drunk yesterday to vomit!”

Nah.

“You end yourself. The smell of alcohol is still strong,” Gala said with a grim expression, a little disgusted.

Gemma tried to smell her scent. True said the man, the smell of alcohol smelled quite obvious.

“Trust me, Gem. I don't benefit the situation. If you still don't believe.”

Gala pulled out her phone, opened the phone's liaison app with CCTV in the apartment.

The woman could clearly see that she was being dragged by Gala into her apartment, but before she reached the bed, she threw up in a terrible mess.

Floors and walls do not escape the spray of vomit Gemma. But what is worse is not only the clothes, but also the Gala clothes.

"Udah believe?” Gala dropped her phone and put it on the sofa.

“Then where's my shirt?” ask Gemma. His face was already flushed red from embarrassment, to the point that he did not dare to look at Gala.

“That, again in the washing machine. I don't have any clothes or pants your size, so I put on my shirt,” the man walks towards the kitchen counter, invites Gemma to sit at the stool bar next to him and thrusts Gemma a plate of waffles.

Clumsy, Gemma walked up to the man. His face was still bent unhappy with this incident. If the man had bravely undressed last night, then he had also seen his entire body!

Oh no! this is the thing that Gemma would most not want to imagine happening. The man he still loved so much saw the most private part of his body, the most covered by it and the most imperfect.

The anger in his heart had turned into pain. It shouldn't have been the man who had dared to touch her even looking at her that far.

As if she could read the woman's mind, Gala tried to say something that calmed her down.

“You can't possibly sleep in a vomit-filled outfit.”

Gemma looked at Gala sharply. “Alright now, I don't like you undressing me carelessly!”

“So how should I? If you were conscious enough last night, you would have gone home by yourself!"

Gemma washes her face with ketus. “I want to go home now!”

“Then you want to go home in such a kayak condition? When I asked you whose name you were, you answered Britney Spears."

Gala's right, there's no way Gemma's going home in such a state.

“That's Gem, follow me once in a while. What I did to you was not because I was intentional. Yes, although actually I like to see it—aaarrggh!” her words were interrupted because the woman suddenly pinched her stomach.

“You can I sue you for harassment!"

“Please, if you can win. I can sue you back for violence. Look, your scars are red!” gala replied casually while revealing a reddish mark on her stomach.

"Game!"

“Come to eat. Waffle is cold.”

"About tajir!" Gemma also complies. He returned to his position and enjoyed the waffles Gala had already made. “This you made yourself?”

Gala who had been glued to him, suddenly came to a realization. “Eng. It packs instant flour.”

“Hahaha. But it's good."

“Glad you like it. I should've married, let me make you a wife. My future wife is a cook, tauk!”

He should not be angry and take it seriously. It was the same if he got carried away and thought that the man still liked him!

“You already have a future wife?” gemma began to wonder.

“Punya..”.

“Oh..”

“But he can't marry me yet.”

“Why?”

“Still the wife of people..”

“Not looking single?”

“Ngaklah. More challenging widow than single.”

The man was almost laughing at the moment. But Gemma is still Gemma. About controlling facial expressions, he's the master. The woman was silent. Gala did not laugh and focused on her food.

“You should stay here until your clothes are dry.”

“Hm!” gemma said without looking at Gala.

Breakfast at 10 was finished without further conversation. Gala is so enjoying her food while Gemma is also trying to finish the waffle that the man has made with great difficulty. She herself was already nauseous smelling the scent of her alcohol-dominated body.

“I... can I borrow the bathroom in the living room?” ask Gemma timidly.

“Please. But the only thing with soap was in the bathroom in my room,” Gala stood pulling Gemma towards her room, giving her the light blue shirt she had and a clean towel, even to new toothbrushes and toothpastes.

Gemma's frown was staring at the toothbrush. Did the pira really plan to bring him here and think things through?

But anyway, he needs to clean up. So he just took it and closed the bathroom door, cleaned himself and dried his hair with the hair dryer that was in there.

“Udah kelar?” gala asked when she saw Gemma finally coming out of her room.

The man was still wearing the same clothes. He sat in front of the television while enjoying the morning broadcast. “Turn I take a shower.”.

“Wait..” said Gemma, Gala turned to look at him. “You have groceries here?”

“There..”

After showing Gemma the contents of her refrigerator and where the groceries were mostly instant, Gala returned to her room to take a bath.

Gemma did what she could to that instant food. There is spaghetti, Bolognese sauce, Bombay onions, minced beef, tomatoes and some seasonings. Instant Bolognese sauce that had tasted tastier so better after other ingredients are mixed.

And lastly, Gemma intends to boil water to make spaghetti. But before his hand could turn on the stove, there were two hands that suddenly coiled in his stomach.

“Gala... what the fuck is this?” he asked in shock mixed with nervousness.

“That's a long time ago,” whispered Gala in her ear.

“Stop! I have a husband! You don't fuck around! Take me off, and let me cook quietly.”

“So you didn't calm down because there was me? You still have the same taste, right?”

Waduh, this guy is even more baiting him. But Gemma did not want to lose, her voice sounded cold and flat without any emotion at all. “Sorry. But not at all.”

“Why would I say that I've heard everything?”

“What?” ask Gemma more surprised, mixed in shock! Don't tell me he was raving last night and spilled all his secrets on that guy. “Ka-you...what have you heard?"

“You need not pretend to be strong. If he cannot love you properly, allow me to replace him in your heart.”.

“You're crazy!”

“Don't denial, Gem,” whispered as he slowly flipped his body behind the man until their faces faced each other. “I can't watch you marry someone else, but I'm not strong when you're hurt."

The woman was still unable to stare directly into Gala's eyes.

“Now, look at me. Tell me you still don't love me. Tell me now, and I'll give it up.”

The man's charges against him make it seem like a lengthy trial. The moments that flowed felt like hours. Her lips were stiff and she could say nothing more.

“Say!"

Inevitably, Gemma raised her face looking at the man directly into her eyeballs. Those green eyes seemed to start watering. “I don't love you. Long time ago. Since we broke up, I'm not in love!”

“If you don't love me anymore, why are you crying?”

Those fucking tears betrayed Gemma. Gala looked straight at him, while his gaze was clouded by the flood that filled his eyeballs. He desperately tried to hold back, but the clear liquid still dripped one by one.

"You cry."

“I'm not crying. My eyes are sore, cut out onions.”

“Go on, Gem,” said Gala who began to meditate.

“I'm not—“

Before Gemma could continue her words, her lips were already sealed by a pair of wet chewy objects that were so soft.

It was at this moment that his logic and heart fought a great battle. While her brain tells her to stop and keeps reminding her that she is married, her heart encourages her to return the kiss of the man she still loves.

While the man still kissed his lips gently, Gemma slowly let it go. He did not resist, nor did he rebel.

In the end, Gala smiled as she kissed each other.

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