Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
74. You Did Good's

Gala is now standing in front of the large glass room on the 6th floor. The Diverto Music and Management building is not too high. Consisting of 8 floors with a parking lot that is quite spacious, making this office seem comfortable. This is not like a corporate office in general.

This office building is actually ordinary, but there are already many bands and singers under their auspices who have really become famous. The cold hands of the late Gala's mother are the mastermind behind the success of this label.

Initially, he was worried because Mona—si eldest child— absolutely did not show interest in the music world. Fortunately there is Gala, the youngest who ‘bung’ with the vision and mission of this recording company.

“Well done, Boss?” felix asked as he approached Gala in her room.

The two men never wore cloth suits and pants. His daily life only uses t-shirts and jeans, sometimes even torn.

The most formal attire Gala ever wore was when she was in Rapidash Express's office, or when she was meeting with other business partners. It was also still wearing jeans but that was not torn.

“Lix, you think this is all very tight?” gala asked without looking at Felix.

His cousin advanced towards Gala and looked at the same point. “Yes, everything is going very fast. Bambang, Zahra, Dimas, Agus, all caught in less than a month. But, what a fuck Ranita.”

Long story short, from the information Gala got from her brother Febri who happened to be a policeman, Happy called the authorities and tried to negotiate.

Punishment will be commuted, then the 2 billion dollars will be evidence. Happy can return to his family once Bambang and Ranita are arrested. The reason he reported Bambang and Zahra was because he was afraid of being linked to the murder of Ranita, considering that it was a premeditated murder whose punishment was not playful. Two lives were lost at once in the hands of the woman Bambang thought to be an angel.

Happy is terrified when she realizes she's one house with a psycho.

Calling the police was also one of his actions that was without a second thought. But at least he will be safe. Surely the threat of punishment he will receive will be much lighter.

Shortly thereafter, the authorities also sniffed out the existence of Dimas and Agus in Singapore. With the extradition treaty recently passed, they were eventually brought back home to stand trial for a fictitious project case.

While Anas—mantan COO— has cooperated from the beginning with the authorities, and Gala guarantees that Anas' sentence will not be long.

Back to the current Gala. The man could only sigh and exhale slowly with such mixed feelings.

“Gue feels guilty about what happened to him. Am I too cruel?”

“Yes no! They made Rapidash almost bankrupt. Corruption is crazy and unmitigated. Employee benefits on deducted, payroll on unclear until minjam to us.

They do not think that you are suddenly here to monitor them. Because all this time, RE is beyond our attention. We are also the wrong one, never cheat, he said if the company profits, yes already. If you don't go in there, we'll never know how dilapidated the company is.”

Gala did not answer.

“Udah, Gala. Just calm down. All back to back.”

“Next week, you set the same internal meeting schedule with the remaining board of directors. Rapidash cannot be left alone for long. We must appoint PLT until you are really ready to take the position.”

“This, seriously? This fast?”

“Ya, keep what else?”

Felix smiled broadly. Gala had forbidden herself to say thank you, so she was currently just silent. Advancing Rapidash Express is a more valid expression of gratitude for his cousin.

“Gue mo go first, the documents have been finished I check all,” said Gala who snatched the car keys on her desk and a paperbag with a famous jewelry gallery logo.

“Nge-date mulu lo work, basic bucin!”

***

Seeing Viani so shocked to hear Ranita died, Gala asked the boy what he was about to do.

When Viani said she wanted to go to Bandung and attend Ranita's funeral procession, Gala did not think twice about taking the child herself, along with Gemma.

After the relationship between Gala and Gemma warmed up again, the man unceasingly gave her real attention. Even though Viani was still conducting silent treatment on him, it was not a big deal for the man.

Lately, Gala started something she had never done. That is, trying to take Viani's heart openly.

That afternoon, Gala picked up Gemma from the Instrumize Music Course, one of Jakarta's largest music courses, still not too far from Gemma's home.

The woman has been accepted as one of the tutors there for classical guitar and piano instruments. With working hours are quite flexible, which starts at 3 pm to 8 pm every weekday and from morning to afternoon on Saturday.

He received a very decent payment. Of course the owner did not reject Gemma who was the son of his late bandmate.

On this afternoon, Gemma was allowed to go home at 6, because the child who was supposed to be taught at 7 was apparently sick.

“Hai Bu Tutor,” The man opened the door for Gemma. “Where is the first day?”

Gemma breathed a tired sigh. “Actually rada-rada forgot the same way to read partur.”

Gala sat behind the wheel, lowered the handbrake lever and roared her car towards the highway. The man smiled.

“Later I'll teach you. This is for you,” Gala handed the paperbag she put in the back seat earlier to Gemma.

“What's new?”

“Open later. Wear it later too, fitting we have road time.”

“Still...”

Gala did not respond, then was silent.

Gemma felt Gala was a bit quiet today. “Why you?”

Never mind, Gala must let go of this burden. “I really want to be serious with you, Gem. But... You think, Viani will accept me later?”

Gemma herself was flabbergasted upon hearing Gala's question. All this time, he thought that the man would only love him selfishly and would not accept Viani.

It's not that he's too confident in Gala's love. There on certain nights, he thought about what if Gala asked him to marry her. How will Viani be? To be honest, Viani is everything.

He was even ready if Viani told him to leave the Gala. But that doesn't mean he's willing and able. So with this question, curious Gemma also finally paid off.

“Indeed hard actually,” Gemma won't lie. “He needs time. You know, if Viani was spoiled by her Papa?”

Also true. Gala alone to get along with a new person was extremely difficult. Especially for Viani, accepting a new person who could at any time replace his Papa, will definitely make his life upside down.

Who would have thought, a handsome face with abundant wealth like Gala, who loved many women and was good at playing music so sexy so shriveled in the presence of a 14-year-old unstable teenager who put up a look much more fierce than their Mathematics teacher at High School.

Speaking of Mathematics, when they arrived at Gemma's house, Gala noticed the boy sitting on a chair facing the dining table, struggling with a notebook and a textbook dominated by numbers.

Without further ado, Gala picked up the rice box she and Gemma had bought, putting it on the dinner table. The boy immediately raised his head when he saw Gala.

“Ngapain Om here?”

“Eat first yuk,” invite Gala. “His PR work. You have to fill the energy. Later can continue again.”

They ate as soon as Gemma joined them. There wasn't much interaction between Gala and Viani. The gala was awkward, Viani was calm, until dinner was over.

Viani did not move from her position at the dining table earlier. He returned to fight with his Mathematics PR alone. Gala several times tried to make a conversation, but the most response from Viani is only up to 3 words such as ‘ya’, ‘ngak also’ or ‘Viani do not tau’. Meanwhile, Gemma was sitting in the living room watching the two of them.

Giving up because he was ignored, Gala stood up, then sat down on a single sofa. “Your son, still don't want to talk too much with me.”

“Propa. Slow down, okay?”

Gemma's hand stretched out to hold Gala's hand. The man then glanced at Viani again. Seeing the boy scratching his head and looking tired, Gala's feet stepped forward without being told to go back to the boy.

“Vi..”

“Hm?”

“There's a hard?”

“Not there!”

“Mau Om bantin?” gala asked while looking at the thick textbook, then began to know where the child's difficulties were. “Om pinter Math loh.”

“Pede!” Viani picked up the book before Gala reached it. “I'll be helped by!”

“But this is PR, Vi. Can't be done in school.”

“Who wants to play at school?! Viani want video call temen.”

“Ndon't need. There is Om. Here Om helpin.”

“No!”

“Vi..” the call was spontaneous making Viani turn her head. Gemma gave the code a slow nod. Finally Viani let Gala help him.

At first he didn't pay much attention. But Gala's explanation that was easier to digest than the teacher at school attracted her. The PR was finally completed in less than 1 hour.

“Udah knows right?”

“Udah. Thanks.”

“When you are hard, call Om. Entar Om ajarin again.”

Viani. “Viani wants a break. Excuse me..”

Gala looked at the child's back which slowly disappeared from her sight while sighing in relief. There is a strange sensation in his forehead because of the slow frowning when facing the mood of teenagers who sometimes go up and sometimes down it, similar to moving a sewing machine without a dynamo.

At his place, Gemma who had changed her clothes to the house shirt came to the man and stroked his arm.

“Gala..”.

“Hm?”

“You did good. That was a great start.”

“May she quickly accept me, so that I can be the same you can immediately married.”

Gemma clucked. “No patience very much!”

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