Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
76. The Reason Yahya Francius
Early in the morning, Gala was already at Gemma's house.they were all dressed up, while Viani was dressed in uniform and ready for school.
“Kok Om Gala here?” viani asked as she finished her jam bread, noticing the Gala's formal appearance, which she rarely saw, in the form of a long-sleeved white shirt, black cloth pants and pantofel shoes. Her side-part cut hair had been neatly combed.
“We will go to court, Vi,” replied Gala who also dined together on the same table as Viani. “Secual anter Viani school.”
In a way, Viani knew the case that was discussed in that court.
“Vi... Om can it be?”
“Ya?”
“Viani in school, all right?”
The twitching on his forehead is a sign that the condition at school is not very good, but quite conducive. Everyone talks about it, whether in the classroom, the teacher's room or the cafeteria. It makes Viani's ears hot because the people often mention his father's name.
“Well anyway..”
“There must be a tap,” guess Gala.
A snort slid from Viani's nose. “It's just not convenient, many are talking at school.”
“You're in-bully?”
“No, Om.”
“Kalo emang Viani does not feel comfortable, Viani can change schools. Let Om take care of.”
“He?” Viani looked confused at Gala's offer. “Nevent to Om.”
“Yakin?”
Viani nodded slowly. “Iya. At most next month, they diem themselves.”
“You know Om if anyone is bully yes. Don't get them.”
“Come..Bentar again enter school,” invite Gemma who has already spent her breakfast.
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And now they arrived at the court, after taking Viani to school. There is no special invitation to come here. After the discussion, Gala and Gemma only want to see the trial of Bambang for the first time which will start at 9. Gemma and Gala have been sitting in the seat that is in the front seat number 3.
The first trial went well. Occasionally Bambang sharply glanced at Gala, but Gala looked relaxed and calm.
Everything looks calm. But it was too calm until Gemma and Gala felt something strange behind the seemingly rippling water. Then their hunch was answered when a name was called, blaring into the entire room.
From behind, a middle-aged man walked to the center of the court area, then sat down on one of the seats in the middle, directly opposite the presiding judge.
Feeling stared at, the man turned his body, looking back, until his eyes and Gemma's eyes met.
...***...
The trial was completed at 1pm and will resume a few days later. Gemma had already left the room in a hurry.
Gala looked for the woman's whereabouts until she saw her figure standing at the end of the parking lot, just below the red betel tree. His gaze was empty, his expression blank. It was clear that Gemma was not okay after meeting the man.
Gala comes and her steps stop right next to Gemma. “Are you okay?”
The woman shook her head in silence, staring at the arrangement of the brick that became her footing with a giddy. Then, he was aghast to hear another footstep now stopping right behind them.
Only Gala looked at the person.
“Hey, Son... You don't want to take your father?”
Gemma heard that voice. There was horror to the point that his body froze for so long and was unable to turn around. His heart pumped blood with beats that were so faint. Although it has been many years, why is the aura generated always this terrible?
“Looks like I did teach you less how to greet parents well.”
Even though it has been years, why by hearing his voice alone, Gemma feels intimidated and until her common sense drops instantly?
“Good afternoon Mr. Yahya,” greet Gala in the end break the silence of Gemma who is still fluttering with a face that is already colorless. “Maybe you don't remember who I am. I am a friend of Gemma, my name is Gala.”
Yahya's eyes widened, exuding a natural shock. “You Gala? Galandra Aditya's son? Son of the late Bobby Aditya?”
“Second good friend High School Gemma. Yes.. We met once when you asked to be brought Pecel Lele. Do you recognize me now?”
Yahya's head rose slowly along with his manic that panned Gala from head to toe. Gala used to be very young, quite different from now. The older Gala is, the more she looks like her father.
He remembered that back then, Gala had only introduced herself by her first name. In the past, he really did not know that this child was a direct descendant of Bobby Aditya.
“So, is this how you are, Gem? Sweet to throw away? You left Indra for this conglomerate when he was at his lowest point? You really follow in your mother's footsteps.”
“Don't say anything about my mother and I as if you saw everything!”
Yahya's successful fishing returned Gemma to his conscious and made his anger rise to the highest level. “All the hell that I experienced for 15 years was not separated from your act!” Gemma approached Gala. “Let's pick up Viani.”
“You know?”
Yahya's question stops Gemma's move.
“You know why I married Indra?”
Gemma turned her body slowly, looking straight at her father. For 15 years he wanted to ask that question, but somehow it never happened. Gemma is too caught up in her own little destiny.
“Remember the rule that every position of Manager upwards must be married? Aditya Group is one of the strict adherents of this understanding. Of course you were too small to know about adult work."
Like hearing lightning in broad daylight, Gala's hand trembled uncontrollably. He looked at Yahya and Gemma alternately.
Then a flash of his memory of how Rapidash Express was taken over by Aditya Group a few months before his father died appeared. Mona was the one who told me that.
Guilt attacked his heart blindly. This woman was destroyed because of the Aditya Family.. Because of her, because of her family and also her company, Gemma became a victim? He did not expect that such a simple rule had such a big impact.
So great is it that a man like Indra who darkens the currency of money and office justifies all means to fulfill his ambition, whether it harms others or not. And a little, the regulations made by Aditya Group are the source of the cause.
"What do you want from my son? There are many single women who are more deserving of you. He's married, physically not what he used to be.
There are many burdens you will carry when you get my child. Or maybe you are just using my child? Is that Mr Gala?"
Gemma looked at her with such disdain, her mouth open, but her tongue was so locked as to respond to the information from Yahya. Too shy to respond anything to Gemma. His brain was like walking on the spot, not daring to imagine what the woman's reaction was after this.
“Come on Gala, say something to my son. You don't feel guilty at all?”
“Then what is the justification for your actions?!”
Waita? Gemma said what until Yahya turned pale like that?
"Did you ever think that Indra would play me, like you were accusing Gala?"
The middle-aged man did not anticipate the question to the extent that his body was sculpted like a curse Roro Jonggrang. Those words inevitably made Gala stunned as well.
“From all the girls, why should I be the one Dad formulated? What kind of parents are you?!”
Yahya and Gala were also left speechless.
“Originally you know, from the past until now, my feelings for Gala will not change. If you want to blame Gala for what happened to me 15 years ago, you're wrong! The only person to blame was Dad himself! Now, excuse me, because I want to pick up my son!”
Gala held her hand and pulled her towards the man's car.
“Please, take me away from here,” he whispered again.
Gala obeyed only what Gemma had told her to, going all the way from the man. An inappropriate man is called ‘ayah’ by the woman he loves. However, Gala herself was already intimidated, her chest claustrophobic with the guilt raised by Yahya.
...***...
Along the way to Viani's school, Gemma turned her face, looked at every building they crossed and said nothing.
The car felt silent like a grave without visitors, even with the face of Gemma who had been grim. In the middle of a fairly quiet road, before reaching Viani school, Gala marginalized her car to a perfect stop.
“Gem. We need to talk. I don't know if your father's ex-GM Rapidash Express."
“It's okay. I've known for a long time."
“If you know, why are you silent? Why don't you ever talk about this with me?”
“Udah unimportant—“
“But it's important to me, Gem! You don't realize how guilty I am now?”
“Then what should I do? What do you want? Change the past? Can't!!”
“Gemma!”
“Now you just prove it to me..” Gemma stared hard at Gala. “Create your heart first, do you love me because you love me, or do you feel guilty? If you love me for guilt, please get out of my life!”
“Gem!”
“Antar I'll pick up Viani, now!"
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