Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
55. Photograph

A week ago…

After getting a warm kiss from Gala, Gemma is not happy, but she is terrified. Really scared! This is not a matter of hiding or backstreet like teenagers generally do, his status is what makes him anxious and anxious.

Anyway, Gala play nyosor only. He didn't ask for permission, didn't act slowly. This sudden movement made Gemma surprised beyond measure.

He is now in his apartment. His blood was still in disorder erratically and made his veins seem to almost erupt. At the same time, his chest was so tight.

The charm of the man was still able to evoke the feelings of the past between them. Gemma is still in love! But his morality side maintains itself to stay where it should be. Being on the side of Indra until his status was clear.

Tok tok tok tok!

Repeatedly the sound made the door behind him shake.

“Please... Just open the door..” please the man. “We can talk this out fine.”

Although Gala's voice sounded completely crushed and desperate, Gemma still held back. “I don't want to talk anymore.. Leave me alone! My husband can come by anytime!”

“No! I'll wait here,” he said stubbornly.

If he wants to wait there!

Gemma covered both her faces in frustration. He did not deny that the taste he had was still burning like before. The narrow brown eyes that shrink when smiling and charming dimples always make the back of the knee feel weak.

But his common sense always warns him that there is no way the man is really single so the fear of being hurt again by men is getting bigger. He didn't have the right experience with a man close to him.

His father and Indra are the most perfect examples of men who treat women so badly.

The longer he got, the more scared he was. Gala and she were very young, still just found out what it was like to be in love. But now?

With all the experience they had and the Gala strike as a conglomerate man who was rich with his own efforts while with the band Black Ruby, made him unable to immediately believe in the man. Moreover, the woman named Leticia, who often brought Gala when appearing in front of the Australian media.

Don't think Gemma's not monitoring Gala's news.

Since the internet has been active for the past dozen years, the first thing he looks for is the news of the man. Starting from Facebook that just stood, all look for Gemma just to find out the latest news from the man. But he had no courage at all to contact her.

What if he claims he does not know, what if the man even sniffled at him and others. All of those questions blend into one within Gemma's brain and force the vital organ to work hard to store the taste she's had for years.

And now he's here demanding his love, after Gemma just saw the news of Leticia and Gala's closeness two months ago. At his age, the man should be married and married. If asked who is the main candidate to be his wife, should Leticia not?

With all the news, how could Gemma possibly believe Gala when she declared that she was still in love?

While Gala still did not give up knocking on her door, Gemma walked into the living room and sat there.

She opened her phone and noticed where her husband was and what percentage of battery power was left on the GPS tracker.

“In Derawan? No further toys?!”

She then idly made a video call to her husband which was answered on the second call.

“I want to see to what extent you lie to me, Mas.”

The call finally showed the face of Indra which was located in a hotel. His face looked nervous, like he was running.

'Definitely run out of places, right?' he said in his heart.

“Honey? Why call?”

“Why? Can't I call my own husband? I miss you.”

Indra's silent expression instantly transformed into a soft and warm expression, full of falsehood as usual. They seem to compete with each other who is the most good at faking facial features.

“I miss you, too,” reply Indra with her sweet smile.

“Eh, how come there are waves pounding? Where are you?”

“Oh... Eng..” Indra looked at another point with a bit of confusion. His eyes shimmered here and there, then looked at his wife with no confidence at all. “Listen, I call again later yes, they call me.”

“Tapi—“

Tut's…

One more proof was obtained by him after the screen recorder was finally turned off. She still tried repeatedly trying to contact her husband again, but not a single call and chat Indra replied to.

So nervous Indra, he did not think that he was still angry with his wife about his credit card that exceeded the limit.

After she had lunch alone and confirmed the news of Viani in Bali along with her in-laws. Viani looks very happy to be there and really enjoys their vacation.

“Still, Mom, already allowed Viani holidays with Oma and Opa.”

“Sama-sama, Darling. Until here later, we walk together huh. Tell me about your mom where you went. Sometime, later Mama persuaded Papa vacation together to there.”

“Truly, Ma?”

Gemma nodded. It seems like the holiday had a positive impact on Viani. The distance they had now was enough to make both of them think and introspect themselves.

Gemma's heart was crumpled when she heard the words Sorry from Viani. Not until the heart actually heard Viani apologize. But he really welcomed her happily.

“Udah. Don't think about it. Anyway, when you get home, we'll go wherever you want. What you want to buy, Mama will follow.”

“OK, Mom..”

“Have fun.”

After the call on Viani was cut off, there was a feeling of relief. It seems like his relationship with Viani found a point where they could finally relax and let go of all the egos.

Gemma returned to her thoughts towards Gala.

“Gala sure has come home,” murmured. He silently watched the intercom screen outside. Then he opened the door a little to make sure that the man was really not there.

Gemma went back to her room and broke down. Then he prank, sending messages in the form of love words to Indra. I don't know why he wanted to prank that guy today.

Although his feelings are still sick due to Indra's betrayal, but he does not really think about it, because the betrayal was not done by the person he loved. But the big problem is the child. If he had anything to do with Viani, he could have lost the boy.

[Me: I miss you, Mas. Quickly come back. I want to walk together, spend time together. I miss the holidays with you. Let me know if you have any plans to go home. Don't keep extending.Love you. ].

Two hours later, Gemma's eyes suddenly opened when she heard a notification sound coming from her mobile phone. Awakened from his nap, Gemma tried to read the contents of the chat that entered his phone.

From Indra's own number. The woman squinted her eyes while paying attention to the word for word written inside.

[Mas Indra: Hello. You may not know who I am, but in reality, Mas Indra is more comfortable with me than with you. ]

The deg!

It feels like there is an invisible machete that is reading the chest of Gemma bertubi-tubi. The content of the short message was really intended only for a Gemma.

Initially, Gemma thought Mas Indra would continue to fight. Who would have thought that contacting her directly now was her affair?

As if everything is not enough, enter again a chat from Indra number. A picture showing a scene of an unscrupulous couple making their emotions go up.

Gemma's angry! Unfortunately, the face of the woman who cheated Indra was completely invisible! She really hopes that Ranita confesses!

[May: Cheap women. Don't know the shame of making out with people's husbands! ]

[Mas Indra: Oh. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Because what Mas Indra recognizes as his wife is not you, but me! ]

Indeed, Gemma had known Indra's betrayal from long ago. However, which wife is ready to be challenged behind such an affair? It was as if she was proud to be her husband's mistress.

In fact, not all women who become cheating will be embarrassed if they are caught with married men. This guy is one of them.

And it's true, all this time Indra never invited him to be involved in company events. Such as dinners with directors where Indra is often invited, or other non-formal office dinner events. Gemma is like a wife who is always hidden from everyone.

Gemma's tears are dripping again. But not for love, more for someone who looks defeated from his inner war. He was trying to remind himself to be ready to accept the reality.

The training he had been trying to make was still in vain. Still, those fucking tears are back to breaking for the inappropriate.

Not until how many seconds later, all three chat messages including photos were deleted by those holding Indra's phone. No-no! Gemma was not as careless as before, she had taken a screen shot of their conversation before it all disappeared.

An hour later he sat on the couch, crying over his situation which turned out to be wasted for so long. If you know this, maybe Gemma has asked for a divorce from Indra, where Viani is still small and does not understand at all. The longer they stay in the marriage, the more difficult it is to separate from Indra.

She takes her phone back, looking for the name of their high school friend, a lawyer named Emon, to consult on her marriage issues. The phone was only a short while away, as Emon and Gemma would meet possibly tomorrow to discuss the matter with the necessary documents.

After the call ended, Gemma's hand did not stop trembling.

To be honest, he called Emon, Gala's lawyer and friend in their high school band, on autopilot. He also did not clearly remember what he was talking about with Emon earlier. Ah. I think his head is almost broken.

Aspirin that he had taken from Gala's apartment had lost its effect and he needed headache medicine again. Shortly after her headache subsided, she immediately took a shower changing into a more casual one.

His head remembered the problem with Gala earlier. He really didn't get to his real heart when he saw Gala pleading with him like she was afraid that he would be gone forever.

He needs an escape right now! It was enough that he always went against his heart, and he tried to find happiness on his own. For a moment it's okay, right?

He might not be as crazy as Indra who blatantly sleeps with others.

So with a steady heart, he opened the door of his apartment and knocked on the door of Gala's apartment.

“Gem! You ngapa—“

The man had stood before him in neat clothes. His eyes stared at the man's bead so wistfully before he suddenly moved forward and tightly clasped Gala's hand, cutting off the question he wanted to ask.

“Bring me... Wherever you go, I want to come..”.

It was never imagined for the woman to tread on a new and silent relationship like this. He no longer dizzy what people say. Perhaps now, he was no different from Indra.

Had Mitha not died, maybe her mother would have been the most appropriate place. But all that is no longer possible, right?

He just needs an outlet and a place to lean when he is sad and wants to cry.

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