Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
68. At Mama's House

Although the conversation between them grew even more exciting, but Gala was still unable to turn her gaze away from Gemma at this time.

The woman was in the middle of the cafe. He was alone, facing one of the people who was responsible for what he felt all along.

The middle-aged woman's hands were several times raised to point and was about to slap Gemma. But Gala saw that there was one power in her.

He didn't let himself be insulted by Mira. Gala's lips curved to form a relieved smile. Relieved because the woman now looks so tough.

Various questions kepo his friends throw against his relationship with Gemma is now a marker that he turned out to move too fast during this time.

“But, gini deh Gala... Do you not think that your relationship is tight?” chirps Febri who looked at him with a hint of worry.

He never even asked the woman, had he been comfortable all this time, or was this all a rush? Gala is too self-centered and forgets whether or not this all started at the right time.

He has not considered what Viani will judge later. And how much risk it would pose if people knew.

As the conversation turned to another conversation, Niko pulled Gala over to talk for a while in a place that no one else could hear.

Gala also told the development of problems in his office in outline, that the examination is still carried out until now. Including to what extent Gemma divorce with ex-husband.

“Do Indra know your relationship with Gemma?”

“Ngak, Nik.”

“Does he still think of his subordinates?”

“Like that. I have quit RE.”

Niko took a deep breath. “Gala. But it would be better if all this after Gemma separated from Indra aja or at least after this case rose in court. I think all of this is still early. Too risky."

“Why?”

”So, I feel bad feeling. Whether because of morals or because of things out there that can be dangerous for everyone who knows. In my brain, there are Viani and Indra who do not know who.

Once Indra realized if you turned out to have RE, according to you he would do? You may have been protected from the beginning with the same bodyguard even though they are not overtly there with the same elo. But how's Gemma?"

Niko's long words made Gala think a lot. He was not angry because Niko was completely right.

They may be related, but going public after all is done is wiser. He cursed himself for following lust and proudly showed off Gemma to the crowd.

The woman looks shaky. There seemed to be an elusive gurat on his face. To talk to an old woman who seems stiff and fierce it certainly requires extra energy.

“Go back?” tawar Gala's.

“Ya..” Gemma nodded slowly. “Ayo.”

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Arriving at Gemma's house, Gala did not go home immediately. He accompanied Gemma for a moment. Make him a warm sweet tea and sit next to him, then sit next to him patiently until the woman who had just been silent began to speak.

Gemma sipped the drink several times until “Tadi it's my former in-law.”

“I know.”

“You know?"

“Nebak. His face looks like Indra. How do you feel?” gala asked as she stroked Gemma's hand.

Gemma smiled thinly. “Honestly, initially scared. But don't know how, all those words just flowed from my mouth.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes his son's behavior is not right!” Gemma drank her drink in two big gulps. “I was quite surprised also could talk surfing earlier. But I'm quite satisfied to be able to shut up my mother-in-law's big mouth.”

“I'm proud of you,” Gala said landing a kiss on Gemma's forehead once.

Gemma's face turned red, she turned to Gala who was sitting next to her and looked at her meaningfully. A glare that always breaks down Gala's common sense. Not to mention the gesture that Gemma showed, awakening a desire that Gala had endured long ago.

But before anything happens, Gemma's house bell suddenly rings.

“Who are these nights coming?” ask Gala.

The man, followed by Gemma went ahead and opened the door. And sure enough, what Niko said was finally the case.

“Om... Om right?” asked Viani who was confused to see Gala. His eyebrows swooped in anger. “Ngapain Om at home Mama?!”

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