Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
81. The Same Room

Frisson.

That was the first impression when Gemma set foot in the house back after a dozen years.

To Gemma's surprise, every detail in the house was the same, nothing changed at all. That sofa, dining table, kitchen shape, and the location of Gemma's room are still installed with the same sprai, making the woman seem to go into time distortion and thrown into the past.

Real nostalgia isn't always bad.

His father acted like a true father who loved his son all the time. But in the next minute, he could act like a Hades incarnation, torturing the souls in the lower realms with no mercy.

The man was now sitting on a single sofa, staring straight at Gemma and Gala sitting side by side on the sofa beside him.

His face was still haughty with his chin raised. His gaze was sharp, the distinctive delicate sideburns of criminals adorned his jaws. But that does not mean the antagonist's face is immune to the name of time. Wrinkles had appeared around his eyes and the face was not as solid as it used to be.

“So... Would you like to get married?” ask her flatly.

Gala could guess where his future wife had that flat face Gala nodded while holding Gemma's hand. “Iya, Om.”

“When?”

“Front month, Om.”

Stared at the child with squeaky eyes, “Do not force Mr. Gala to quickly marry you! Just like your mom!”

“Eng, Om... The one who asked for that quick marriage, I,” Gala correction on Yahya. “I don't want to waste any more time.”

Covering his embarrassment, Yahya shouted back. “Marni! Make tea!”

Yahya's index and middle fingers clashed, rubbing against each other. Gemma just realized that the man no longer smokes. The habit cannot be completely lost, as evidenced by his father's two fingers that can not stand still.

In that instant, he understood that no matter how ignorant he was, Gemma could not help but notice such small details.

There was one painful crack in his heart that always paid attention to the father. On how the habit of smoking, how dark the lips of the father for being an addict. On the expression that was not as scary as before.

Not long after, the figure of a woman in her late 40s— named Marni— came to bring a tray containing 3 cups of warm tea.

“Still, Mom,” Gala took one of the cups and sipped it slowly.

“This is his son Bang Yahya?” ask Marni while shaking her waist.

“Iya, Mom,” replied Gemma slowly.

“Bang, if you have a family, do not be shunned! I'm sick so, I don't even want to get the family!” marni's Ogles to Yahya. “Abang sick or dying, end of the family is a place to come back! I have no problem getting paid as a nurse. But you need a family, let alone a child! If you have something wrong with him, then apologize!”

“Cash! You go to the back, or where the cake is!” drive Yahya who was careless to the nurse who slipped the ceplos.

“Nurse?” ask Gemma to her father. In the end, he couldn't help but ask.

Yahya turned his face away, “No way this damn kid doesn't tell you the same story, Gemma.” The old man kept the Gala to cover up the situation he thought was embarrassing at the moment. “I am already very ill. You're satisfied, aren't you? Not as strong as before. No more power to hit you.”

“Why can't Dad say a little good to me?”

“Good words what more do I want to show you? Look, you're big. Mature ones. I even want to get married a second time. You no longer need to speak well of me. You can get married.”

Yahya stood from his place, followed by Gemma and Gala who also stood. The old man intended to turn around, but was confronted by his own son.

“You what are you?”

If now he does not receive any news from the woman, it is all because of his own fault that disappeared from Gemma for a dozen years.

Yahya's gaze was centered on Gemma's body which suddenly trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with clear liquid. He never saw his son in this condition. The middle-aged man was glued to his place, frozen by the emotions the child had stung without him noticing, allowing himself to be affected by all the despair he had not yet reached.

“I hate Daddy!” suddenly the strangle. He went forward, and struck his father repeatedly with tears that burst like a dam of water falling down. His body trembled with an outpouring of emotions so deep, that it pierced fiercely until the old wound finally gaped wide.

Though his common sense had desperately told him not to take pity on the old man. Gemma is shedding all her ego, all the prestige that holds her back from meeting her father, at a very high price. That once again, Gemma's heart could not be torn at the same time.

The reunion of father and son inevitably made Gala too tired. Seen the future wife—who with all her hatred—still put affection for the father who had clearly hurt her.

“I... hate Daddy! I...” whispered Gemma again until she no longer hit. His hands rested before Yahya's chest and squeezed the old man's shirt. His control was completely cleansed by the affection that was still there for Yahya.

Gemma's cry was increasingly heard roaring until sobbing. So long he was there, crying on his father's chest and soaking his shirt with all his tears. The woman's body was wriggling along to where her emotions were overflowing.

“Already,” Yahya tightly grasps both hands of Gemma. Trying to stop Gemma's cry with a very low voice. ”Already..”.

From his place, Gala could see Yahya's changing face. The man looked down, staring painfully at the child who was not willing to take it off, though every word that came out of his mouth said something different.

The old man's lips wrinkled and his eyes glazed over. There was such a deep regret running into his heart. The only daughter was now in front of him, struggling with all hatred but unable to hate completely. In fact, this child he had been hurt all out for something he had never done.

It's not Gemma's fault that she's grown up with physicality and talent that's increasingly like her mother.

It was not Gemma's fault that Mitha had an affair behind her.

Even before Gemma Junior High, their lives as a family were very happy. Although Gemma only hears their version of the household from her mother, Yahya keeps the true events of the version of her that she has been watching for years.

Yahya accepts that he will forever be the worst person in Gemma's eyes. Let him who is labeled ‘bad people’ by the child if that is what makes his heart satisfied.

“If this is what you want, I bless you both. But I can't guarantee I can come or not,” he said back flat.

However, that gaze was not that flat. Looked at Gemma fingers that he had broken. At that time, he was so in awe after knowing Mitha had an affair. Gently and carefully squeezed Gemma's hand, as if her fingers would break again in her hand. Before releasing Gemma's hand and returning to the room with a nearly broken heart.

In a hurry he opened the door of the Gemma room closest to his current range. He saw every inch of the room from top to bottom. How much he misses his little Gemma, who plays in this room. So unfortunately he, until now, sprai motive Doraemon favorite his son was never thrown away. So do the study seats and tables. TK and SD Gemma uniforms are still folded neatly in the small closet.

He wore Gemma's Kindergarten uniform while his body moved to sit on the bed. Finally with the power of self that had been crushed, he embraced the uniform to cry bitterly in silence.

Her only child is fully grown and ready to marry by her own choice. It turns out that up until now, he wasn't prepared for it.

In the past, she forced Gemma to marry Indra, only out of fear that Gemma would leave her. So he decided that he was the one who would leave Gemma first to the man he thought would love his son.

He couldn't help himself that he should get hurt once again. Mitha's departure from him was enough for her. His mind could no longer afford to feel the pain of being abandoned twice by a loved one.

But now? With everything that had happened, the man felt he had absolutely no right to do anything. Even to bless him, he was embarrassed. Gemma should not have to do that, come to her today and ask for her blessing with her future husband who seems to love her so much.

So now, all he can do is give the last thing that makes his son happy even once, before he can no longer do it.

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Sori Ratna new up babe.

Weekend busy once, plus the idea of blm come2 😭

either way, Ratna rather heart2 wrote this theme, it turned out to be difficult too.

doain let the dead end of the idea continue towards the end of this.