Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
86. Perfect

Saturday, 2 hours to the blessing in the afternoon.

The MUA have finished dressing Gemma. The white A-line gown wrapped his body so perfectly. Although the hair is laid out simply, there is one valuable accessory that is embedded there today.

“Kata Dad, this is your mother's haircomb when they get married first,” Gala said one night before H day while handing over a blue velvet box.

As soon as Gemma opened it, she saw a haircomb made entirely of real white gold, with sapphire ornaments on several sides. So expensive, but for Gemma this is priceless jewelry.

The hairbomb was fitted into one with the head covering cloth and gently stroked it. A faint smile now adorned his face while reminiscing about the father with a calm heart.

After a photo session with the bridesmaids—, Erika and Diana—, which is tiring, Gemma sat on the sofa with an extraordinary nervous state. He saw his friends who were robbing take pictures without him.

They're all pretty. Aunt Yanti, the hairstylists and the MUA team really did a very good job. Even Diana who is not care because she is not at her best due to pregnancy hormones that make her look shabby, looks very charming.

But there was one thought Diana had earlier. Gemma had no family on her side, either on Yahya's and Mitha's side. While living, the two of them had both lived alone. Although there were distant cousins from Yahya's side, they didn't seem to come at today's event.

Even with someone they invited directly 3 days ago.

Gemma looks contemplated while looking lethargic at her white Peony hand bouqet. The flower is very beautiful when in the hands of Gemma whose nails have been decorated with nail art, which makes the fingers look luxurious. It had stolen the attention of Erika who could not see expensive objects.

Several times he looked at the door, but the person in question had not yet appeared.

“Waituin who, Gem?” ask Diana.

“Ngak. No one.”

His mind then floated on the scene before they checked in at the hotel for wedding preparations.

...***...

During the day, before the night Gemma and Gala entered the hotel, they had to go to the Suteja family residence with Viani. They had informed Philip from a week earlier, but they had only delivered an invitation in person that day.

*at that time, Philip and Mira sat side by side on one sofa, while Gala and Gemma were on one sofa opposite them, separated by a glass coffee table with nothing on it.

Old lady antagonist— whose nature is also in accordance with her face—it gives nothing to Gemma and Gala enjoy while visiting mari*.

While Viani, she was sitting in the living room while watching television unsettledly. This house has become a second home for him so he should not hesitate anymore. However, what he felt now was an alienation.

“Om, Aunt... It's an invitation from us,” Gemma hand over the invitation directly to Philip.

The hard-looking man looked at the thing the former daughter-in-law had propped up on the table, then picked it up and opened the ribbon wrapping around the hard box carefully. After reading the invitation, he stared at Gemma and Gala sharply.

“So you guys are getting married the day after tomorrow and just give us this invitation today?” ask without a smile at all.

Mira pees and clucked, “ Kids today, do not know the same manners of parents!”

*Gala cleared her throat and did not respond to Mira's comments. His gaze remained fixed on Philip, who Gala said could still be compromised.

“We are really uncomfortable, Om, because there are so many things we have to do after Dad's funeral yesterday. Therefore, we ourselves intervened this invitation. You are the only family Gemma has now*.”

“Former Family!” errata Mira. “You think we'll come after what you did to our son? Did you guys invite us to humiliate us?”

Gemma looked at Mira, “We have no such intention, Aunt.”

“This is obviously an insult!”

“Mira!” Philip growled without looking at his wife. Mira then turned around again, unwilling to look at Gemma at all.

“It is an honor for us that Om Philip can be there, as a family and representative of Father. So a witness in our marriage blessing,” continued Gala who ruled out Mira's nagging.

After that there is a long gap between the two couples of different generations. Gala looked at Mira sharply, her jaw hardened and she looked angry. Really, that woman is getting so self-destructive!

Hearing Gala bring up Yahya's death, Philip could only sigh heavily. He remembers exactly at the funeral, where Gemma kept crying in Viani's arms without a single family with blood ties accompanying her. Only Gala and Aditya's extended family were there. Originally Philip thought, Gala was just playing around with Gemma, and today, her opinion has been broken.

“So, are you serious with my son?”

“Seri—“ Gala blinked. This guy considers Gemma, son?

What is meant also looks flabbergasted. Likewise with Mira who is now glaring as if her eyeballs want to come off. Although Gala was so emotionally anxious to pry out her eyes and tear the old woman's rough mouth, she had to hold back. It's not funny that the groom was arrested before his wedding day for molestation.

“You're serious about my son?” reworked.

“I-iya, Om.” Okay, Gala didn't hear wrong at all. All of the widened eyes there looked at Philip with equal surprise.

Philip put down the invitation. “I will consider. I'll call you later.”

Although Philip said that Gemma is ‘anak’nya, it does not mean fresh wind for both.

...***...

“Gem..”.

Gemma blinked in disorientation and turned to Diana.

“Hm?”

Diana sat down next to Gemma and placed a bouquet of mini white roses she was holding, on top of the coffee table.

“Gue doesn't want to offend. But I'm just concerned. If I still have my nyokap, they are the family representative for elo.”

Hearing Diana who was so thinking about how lonely she was today, Gemma smiled. “Udah, don't think about it. I'm okay with being alone.”

“Lo don't be sad. You are not alone. There's me, there's Erika. Think about it well. A bride must smile. Must be happy.”

“Iya, In .. Thanks.”

Gemma unraveled Diana's embrace and let the woman do the photos with her using the pregnant woman's personal mobile phone. Diana called Erika and took as many photos of the three together as possible.

Shortly afterwards, Gala called Gemma, who was immediately picked up by her, “Him has come?”

“Not yet, Darling.”

Gala took a deep breath. “Yes, you don't have to worry. Keep the joy, okay?”

“Sure, Dear.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

...***...

At exactly half 3 o'clock, Gala was led by a crew to a private aesthetic waiting room on the 7th floor, on the floor there was also a garden of more than 1500m2 which became the location of the blessing.

Given that Yahya is gone and no one can lead Gemma to the altar as planned, the WO organizes in such a way that the bride and groom can meet more intimately.

They tried to create a moment where photographers could see Gala and Gemma's expressions seeing each other for the first time even though they were not in the blessing session.

Right behind the big glass, Gala can see the WO and the church sound check and coordinate with each other.

Gala can't refuse. The closer the show, the more nervous he is.

His right leg did not stop moving up and down. His two fingernails rubbed against each other. Ten minutes later, there was still no sign of anyone coming.

His body parts are no longer trembling. But changing with his heart beating uncontrollably, waiting for the seconds was excruciating, where he would meet Gemma in the best and prettiest dress of his life.

Time and again the man took a breath and exhaled slowly to neutralize the mad rush of his blood stream. He stared at the people outside the glass who were still making preparations.

Although it has been briefing from the beginning if the concept will be like this—ie meet an hour and a half before the event, doing a photo session of the bride before walking together to the altar—just Gala can't control her anxiety.

Nervous, curious, happy mixed into one, because this is the moment he was waiting for after 15 years apart from Gemma.

Then a crew came to him. “Mas Gala, don't turn around well. Later wait for the code from us.”

“Ready, Bang!” he said aloud with a way of standing that was more rigid. He sounded like Febri always saying ‘ready, Pak’ when contacted by his superiors at the Army office.

The crew teased him by asking, “Gugup, Mas?”

“Banget!”

“Tuh Mbaknya come,” he said again. “Prepared yes.”

Gala immediately positioned herself standing upright and stared straight at whatever she saw outside the window. From the reflection of his body on the window, Gala looked at herself.

“I’m perfect. Okay…. Hhhhh!” he said convince himself. For some reason this second he became a little insecure, afraid that his appearance would be far from Gemma's expectations.

“On three! One, two, three,” that's how the crew brother said.

When Gala turned around, she couldn't believe what was seen in front of her.

Gemma stood before him in an unusually beautiful manner. Her dress, her hair, her eyes, her makeup, SHE'S SO PERFECT! There is no comparison or parable that can represent how perfect the woman is before her.

Gala's brain freezes for a few seconds, just like the effect of her favorite vanilla ice cream, which she once ate with Gemma. Cold, but sweet and can temporarily shut down the five senses. His eyes also lost the power to blink until a clear water escaped from there.

A sense of haru filled his heart blindly. It was as if his entire 15-year wait had finally paid off so beautifully.

“Perfect,” whispered as he touched Gemma's cheek and stroked her with his thumb so carefully, like he was touching a porcelain doll so fragile.

The woman in front of him felt the same way. Gemma's chaotic heartbeats before meeting Gala made her feel afraid that today her appearance was not in accordance with the wishes of the future husband.

His hands were already numb from the nervousness that made his fingertips so cold. If the nails were not decorated with nail art, maybe the woman had bitten him to short.

And now, Gala stood in front of him, right before her eyes. Such a beautiful representation of the Greek God in a two piece white suit, wrapping his muscles without flaw.

“You cry,” whispered Gemma whose eyes were already glazed over.

A crew gave him a tissue so the man could wipe his tears. “Sorry, can’t help.. You’re too perfect!”

Gemma smiled, “You too. Very perfect.”

“I’m so lucky.”

“Me too.”

Of course the photographers immediately snatched those perfect moments. It was not in vain that the WO struggle to arrange their meeting today.

Not only did Gala and Gemma feel goosebumps all the way to the bones at that first meeting, everyone felt the same way.

Including Viani who was the bearer of the Ring Bearer, who now looked at them with a smile and tears that also dripped happily.

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