Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
88. The Deserve to be Loved

Gala did give the man a chance to deliver a speech. Gemma stiffened, she grasped Gala's hand so tightly. Even though Gala gave elusan to the back of his wife's hand, it was still that the woman felt uneasy.

“Actually I just got an invitation 2 days ago from both brides. I took my wife, but she didn't want to come. Yes already, I just present here alone.” Philip looked at the dining table and threw his foot in everyone.

In fact Philip's aura was more terrifying than Yahya himself. The difference is, the man never flirted with anyone. His sharp gaze plus his authoritative temperament, made everyone not dare to approach. Sometimes, many think Philip retired from the military, but not.

“I know, all of you have read the news how my son behaved, how he hurt Gemma and embarrassed us, especially Viani.

I know, you're all here looking at what I look like. Someone is afraid. There are also those who consider me shameless for daring to be present in this marriage after everything that happened. After what my son did to Gemma.

I just thought, why do they still consider me family when Gemma has clearly left Indra for Gala. I'm not here to make a fuss or scare everyone.

I only fulfill the invitation, if that's what you want to know... At once I want to say some things, which should be heard by women who dare to leave Indra in such a bad state.”.

Philip raised both eyebrows once with a skeptical look, and pursed his lips while looking down. Then he looked at Gemma with a drawn look. Gemma herself felt she would be skinned alive. The WO is in the fog. Paul and his wife looked at Gala with frowns.

Yeah, Gala just looked down. Its fault. Hundred percent wrong. Because from earlier what Philip said all cornered Gemma and unfortunately all has already been done. Pulling Philip from his place, would be even more embarrassing as well as cause a commotion.

“Gemma,” Philip put down his glass and bent his strapping body, “On behalf of my wife and son, I am sorry to you. For all our treatment that never thought you were in our family.

For all our demands as long as you are married to the endless Indra. For my absence as your Father-in-law who should be the mediator for all, who should defend you when everyone cornered you.

All this time, you've been trying to be perfect in front of us. I'm very grateful."

Gemma's eyes widened at the heartfelt apology. Even everyone who was there did not expect that a Philip would bow and apologize before all the audience.

Gemma was actually about to stand up and approach him. He could not bear to see the collapse of the man's self-esteem, which willingly slashed all his ego. But not so, because the man re-enforced his body, took a glass and raised it parallel to his shoulder.

“I'm sending Gemma to you. Until then, Gemma will be Viani's mother, my granddaughter. Congratulations on your marriage. Let's toast, for Gala and Gemma.”

Everyone was relieved. The WO crew was no longer in action and Paul calmed down. Philip returned to his seat after taking a one-time sip on his glass, while clearing his throat withstanding the abundance of emotions he had endured since.

“Vi, Opa wants to go home,” he told Viani.

“Opa. Event not yet finished,” hold Viani. “But .. Eng, yes deh.” Viani finally took off her Opanya because she remembered the speech earlier.

His eyes must be feeling very inferior now. It's not good to keep that guy here for too long. Viani also could not imagine how Omanya was now at home.

Maybe you're angry, or you're raging. Or it could be watching a Korean drama to divert his tired mind. Viani also realized that Mira had never treated Gemma well.

As evil as Indra's treatment, he was the best against Gemma of all Suteja families. No wonder the mother wanted to survive her marriage with her father for 15 years.

Just as Philip was about to walk away, he saw Gemma getting closer and closer.

“You what are you?”

Gemma said nothing when the body hit Philip, without the middle-aged man anticipating it. She hugged her former father-in-law with haru. Just like Yahya, the man is almost as big a foot as his late father.

The difference, Yahya seemed fierce and unfriendly, while Philip was so authoritative that it was difficult to approach. Somehow Mira won Philip's heart when they were young, Gemma never once asked. He just wanted to channel his deep gratitude.

After Gemma hugged her, the same thing Gala did. They thanked him with a hug.

“Already. I want to go home,” Philip said.

“We took a photo first, Om,” said Gala who immediately called the photographer and captured the rare moment, although Philip was still stiff and did not smile at all.

***

Before going to Gemma and Gala's wedding.

“Where are you going?” asked Mira who was distracted by Philip's neat appearance that afternoon. She asked even though she knew where her husband was going.

“You know what I'm doing?”

Philip picked up the vest that was still attached to the hanger and took it away along with the car keys that were on the nightstand.

“If you leave, you can no longer return!!”

Philip's steps stopped. He looked at his wife sharply. “You know, Mir? I've been tired of living with you for over 47 years. If you are not ashamed to be a widow at the age of 69, I am ready to divorce you, because I can not stand pretending not to know anything about your behavior behind me all this time.”

“You really shouldn't know anything. You are like now because of my family! Are you so ungrateful now?”

“What less is my devotion for decades to the Suteja family? Even my last name is not allowed to be used and must be changed using the name Suteja! I have always been quiet about your behavior. But this time, it's all gone, Mira. I no longer want my pride trampled by you. Good luck, find a guy who wants to be with a wrinkled granny like you. Or should I contact the pool boy you used to tease?”

“You—“

“Stop talking! Because the longer you talk, the more you sound like a chicken laying eggs. Eggs are only one, but one country can hear your voice!”

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Before long, Mona comes and invites Viani to go elsewhere, out of the event, leaving her parents who seem not to be far from the teenager.

“Viani I secure. Do country duty, immediately give me pounding!” mona commands Gala's ear in a whispering tone and leaves from there.

“Kok is still here? I want 9 o'clock! Not going straight to the room?”

“Patience, Pa! They're so tired of it. Sit back napa, pump energy before entering the room!” reprimand the wife when Paul tells them to come in quickly.

“That's exactly it. The sooner the better. It is better for the bird to quickly rest in its cage.”

Paul's wife patted Paul's arm in annoyance. “Papa! Frontal extremely!”

“Shh!! Everyone can hear that Papa is a pervert!” sergeant Felix, who hastily pulled out, did not want to see his parents again spewing adult words in front of him. Awkward once for a child to hear the parents are still that hot, especially in the matter of bed.

But Gala who heard that didn't mind. What he expected was to stay hot until they aging together.

“The hotter, the better, don't you love?” whispered sensual gala. The husband stood up and stuck his hand on her. “Come. We go to the room and rest. Tomorrow there is still a big event waiting for us.”

Gemma looked at the Gala's hand in doubt, before her hand stretched out to grab the hand nervously. They walked together, together saying goodbye to everyone. It was time for them to pay their respects to the latter, Niko and Erika.

“Cieeee, anyone wants to plow rice fields!” shout Niko.

“Make sure the rice fields are wet, Gem!” erika said eleven and twelve with her husband.

“Damn lo on!” screeched Gala while pulling the hand of Gemma whose face was already flushed red with embarrassment.

***

Gemma walked with Gala out of the elevator to the Royal Suite on the highest floor of the hotel. Their hands were still tightly intertwined until the twin doors that were the dividers between the corridor and the room closed slowly.

“I can go to the toilet first?” gemma asked after taking off both shoes and placing them on the shoe rack.

“Don't be long,” Gala didn't turn her head, she walked straight towards the end of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Gemma blinked and shook her head in panic. He drew and exhaled many times. He looked at himself in the mirror. Honestly, he was fascinated by himself. It's just right for Gala to cry. He tried to regulate his emotions.

The woman was actually feeling nervous at this moment. Getting married with Gala is common, but together for the first time after marriage, the sensation is certainly much different. The tip of his fingers that had warmed up, again became cold and wet with sweat.

His two trembling hands were now resting on the counter sink. With a heavy breath, he tried to calm himself from the pounding heart madly. The mirror doesn't make it any better.

Gemma suddenly jumped when the toilet door was knocked slowly.

“Gem, really long. What are you?”

“A-I'm fine. Bentar yes..”

There was a glimmer of fear appearing at this moment. The woman tried to get out and make her face as normal as possible. He walked to the middle of the room without finding anyone. Sudden atmosphere of horror. Gemma's body trembled and cold sweat began to condense.

What's more when a pair of hands ambush her from behind and ...

Don't imagine tonight's gonna be hot. The next thing that happened was a hysterical Gemma in fear. He pushed, kicking whatever was nearby.

The trauma returns, and Gemma has a panic attack.

Never in Gala's lifetime had Gala seen Gemma like this. He tried to pull, hug and calm the frightened Gemma. Gala cursed the ex-husband of the wife who incised such a wound.

***  

"Better?" gala asked while handing over a glass of sugar water to Gemma who was sitting with disheveled makeup.

After drinking the water until the toilet, Gemma put her glass on the nightstand and turned her back to Gala.

"Sorry Gala. I shouldn't be like this. Sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. I understand what's going on."

Gemma slowly turned to Gala. "After this, you must think I'm crazy. I'm dirty, I'm an old man. I don't deserve you! I'm..."

His hand stretched out and stroked Gemma's hair and pulled her into his arms. Cuddle her gently as if Gemma is the most precious gem.

"I understand how you feel now, Gem. But the size you use to judge yourself is different from my size. You are precious, my dear. And you desire to be loved."

Gala lowered her head, peeked at the top of Gemma's head and let the woman lean on her.

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