Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
7. Paramitha Wilson

“Gem. We are friends..” Gala takes Gemma's left hand and holds it tightly.

Gemma looked at her hand that was even at home stuck in Gala's hand. There was an unusual warmth that he could feel. Heart moved.

Gala was never desperate to apologize to him even though he was not the one who was wrong. Is it possible that Gemma would make peace with him?

However, Gemma did not answer, Gala's name was called for preparation, the MC's voice echoed from inside the building.

Gala looked inside, then back at Gemma. “Gue log in first. My spirit dong.”

Hearing the Gala's request, Gemma chuckled softly.

“Kok lo laugh?” Protest gala, feel nothing funny.

Gemma opened her mouth, confused as to what to say. Try to be as relaxed as possible by changing his facial expression to look more friendly.

“Mmm... Spirit yes... Gala...” said Gemma stiffly, but it is clear that she is trying to be more lenient to him. And Gala, I really like the fact that the Ice Stone is finally melting. At least for him.

“That dong.”

Gala took off Gemma's hand and turned around. There was one relief that made her heart finally feel airy, as she watched the girl's thin lips now inflate perfectly and smiled sincerely at her.

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“Runner up? Not bad,” comments Rosa while holding the trophy with a fluffy smile. “Thank you Gala, already brought our school's good name.”

From afar, Gala could see Julian smiling triumphantly while carrying the first-place trophy.

"Not to think about. You're still the champion!" said Gemma. He looked at Julian and waved at him. Julian returned Gemma's hand before she got into a car.

Gala just chuckled softly. For in this position alone, he had already defeated dozens of schools. How could he not be grateful?

Now, Gala and Rosa were standing side by side behind the big banner of the race. At the neck of the Gala depends on the charter agreed to be taken home by the Gala, while the trophies and certificates will belong to the school. While the prize money will be divided by three-quarters for Gala, the rest for school and cash sekbid* Art.

Niko stood opposite to them to capture this moment. Take as many photos to be handed over to the mading team and the principal.

“By the way, at this hour, the school has disbanded,” Rosa said while looking at her watch. “You can go home directly.”

“Thank you beautiful Bu Rosa,” said Febri while letting the woman go.

“Gem... we go to the mall yuk...” suddenly, no matter where the wind comes from, Gala invites Gemma to go.

Gemma suddenly hesitated. “Ki-we both?”

“No, we are the same Febri and Nik—”

Febri. “Gue has to go back to school and pick up Diana. He said he was still at school until 3pm to be ready for MOS tomorrow.”

Gala's eyes are enlarged, “Men! Fast also lo movement!”

“Entar taken people,” Febri replied casually and went straight away.

Gala turned to her right and left when she realized Niko was missing.

“Which kid went?” Gala then pulls Gemma's hand and opens the car door she drives today, waiting for Niko who might appear soon.

But Gemma was unmoved, she didn't want to get in the car. Gemma displayed an expression that was so complicated for Gala to read. The girl seemed to lose orientation as her gaze focused on a single point at the end there, near the entrance of the venue, where everyone gathered excitedly.

Curious, Gala also cast her eyes on the crowd and found a woman in her 40s named Paramitha Wilson, he is best known as the guitarist of the homeland band The Blues Mixer with a pop rock genre that has been famous for almost 20 years.

Gala became excited to see the living legend that was now in front of her. It was only twenty meters away from where they stood.

“Gem, it's Paramitha Wilson! Come there,” take Gala while holding Gemma there.

Arriving there, Mitha, as the call on the half-Bully English woman, was serving a joint photo session and signature.

“We're the same photos he yuk.” Said Gala who was so enthusiastic while taking out her phone.

But the more here, Gemma became increasingly strange, staring at the crowd with a sad face. What’s wrong with her?

And all of a sudden, Gemma ran and broke through the group of humans.

“Mom!”

Gala's eyes widened... Mom? Who did Gemma call her mother?

From here alone, Gala can guess who Paramitha Wilson really is. But, ah.. is it possible? Paramitha Wilson was married and had a teenage daughter who was never exposed to the media. Is this Gemma just confessing to me?

“Mom!” exclaim Gemma last time.

And the woman finally steadily looked straight at them, towards Gemma. Now, Gemma looks desperate, until Gala feels sorry.

Gala could also see Mitha's surprised expression when she saw how hard Gemma was to hit the limit to get close to her. But Mitha went straight from there, escaping from the fans who wanted to take pictures with her and the camera reporters were highlighting her at the moment. The woman dodged with a frightened expression without wanting to look back.

Seeing the mother avoiding him like a ghost, Gemma stood glued to herself in the middle of an almost deserted field, as most people were chasing the top musician towards the parking lot behind the building.

“Mom...” Gemma can only murmur with disappointment. The girl seemed to be losing her sense and direction. His body stood fixated, his face was stunned, and he was like a dazed person.

“Gem...” Although not yet fully understand what is going on, Gala tries to stay on the side of Gemma. “Are you okay?”

Gemma's eyes began to glaze over. Actually, he felt so stupid, standing here like a fool, calling Mitha as if that person would recognize him.

Until he was unaware, if his body is now led Gala into the car. And now, he was even wearing a seatbelt. Gala put the belt on for him, then immediately sat behind the wheel.

“Is that your mom?” tanya Gala who finally breaks Gemma's daydream.

Gemma raised her head, looking at Gala with a sad look full of sadness.

A great sense of caring prompted Gala to hold Gemma's hand tightly. He couldn't stand to see Gemma like this. “Hey, it's okay..”

Gala's mind was getting sliced when she saw one tear drop fall on Gemma's gray skirt, accompanied by another drop, and the other, so that the light gray color in the skirt turns dark gray and wet.

Until, without any further consideration, his hand just moved, carrying Gemma in his arms and letting the girl cry on his chest. His cries sounded increasingly bitter, so Gala reflexively touched the top of Gemma's head and stroked her slowly. “It’s okay, Gem ... I'm here."

Minutes later, Gemma finally stopped crying. He again fixed his sitting position, cleaned his face with a tissue and tidied his hair. “Sorry, Gala..”

“Nothing, Gem. If you are sad, you can tell me the same story.”

“Gue shy, yes?”

The reflex gala stroked the top of Gemma's head again. “Yes is not!”

Such a small action successfully made the faces of the two blush. Gala looks embarrassed, while Gemma looks misbehaved. To improve his sitting position, Gemma looks confused.

Meanwhile, Niko suddenly comes knocking on her window glass, breaking the awkwardness between them. Finally the person Gala had been looking for appeared as well.

“Where are you, Nik? Wanted, from earlier!”

“Sori, I was kebelet. Uh, where's Febri?”

“Doi pick up Diana. Want to come with?”

Niko glanced into the Gala car that there was no one but Gemma and Gala. “It's how I unplug, ah!”

Gemma's hand perched on Niko's arm, intercepting the cute man's departure. “Nik, how to unplug? Come with us. Please.”

“Ngak ah, lo on aja. I became a mosquito repellent. Mending me to Glodok, nyari reference.”

Gala just let her friend go and clucked. “There come a reference, ck!”

Both Gemma and Gala were not overly innocent children. They know where Niko went and what she did there. Postitive thinking…. Maybe Niko is looking for a reference to Tivi….

“Anyway, Gem. It's okay if our plan doesn't work. I can anter lo pul—“

“So..”.

“Hah?”

“So, Gala. I want to go the same way lo,” said Gemma agreed. Although it looks still moody, but Gemma tries to force to smile.

It was that smile that made Gala reply to him with a wide smile. “Wait a moment. I'd like to let people know if I'm home late afternoon.”

But suddenly, Gala remembered the incident earlier. He frowned, pondering between actually informing his home person, or contacting someone else.

Eventually he decided to contact someone else, without telling the girl what he was planning later.

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*Sekbid \= Sexy Field