Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
93. I've Lost Everything

After having fun in their last destination, Jeju Island, Gala and Gemma return to the group to return to Jakarta. It seems, only Viani was still not accepted when they returned to Indonesia.

Yes, inevitably they have to go home right then and there. Gala just got word from her assistant that the first trial of Bambang— for money laundering case— will be done in a few days.

The little family is now in a house in the Puri area. Gala bought the property there for them to live together as one family. His old apartment was no longer used. Viani still likes to be sad if you remember the apartment in the area. In fact, the property is planned to be sold.

Gemma prepared dinner, while Viani was sitting in the dining room. He looks uninspired with pouting lips that have advanced a few inches.

“Udahan cuddle dong, Vi,” cajol Gala.

“We're there less long, Om ..”

“Om there are still jobs that cannot be left behind. We can go there if Om's work is relieved and you have school holidays.”

Viani. Gala beside him was still trying to persuade the child. While Gemma is still struggling in the kitchen while looking at the two people while smiling to herself.

Gala sighed. “Emang do not want to see Papa Indra?”

Suddenly Viani turned her head with sparkling eyes. He remembered that he had bought a gift for Philip, Mira, and Indra.

“Eh? Yes also, yesterday Viani will be buying souvenirs for Oma, Opa and Papa.”

Gala smile. “Tomorrow morning, we go to Papa's place yes.”

Viani sighed softly and resignedly. From his breath, Gala was sure that finally Viani sounded able to accept the fact that he was already in Indonesia.

“Don't long-distance the bow, Vi ..” Gemma said while hanging the apron near the refrigerator. He knows that Viani's dream of meeting Jungkook has not been fulfilled.

“You are the first real school, then we will consider, which other country you want to come to. Did you want, you feel good going on vacation while Papa you are alone there?”

Viani closed her lips. He also forgot that many friends he had to envy after bringing a myriad of souvenirs and merchandise of BTS and SM idols.

Gala and Gemma tried to softly weaken on Viani, as if taboo mentions the word ‘prison’.

They're still trying to be careful about this one. Moreover Gala, who still has to adjust in the face of unstable teenagers like Viani.

...***...

Gala, Gemma and Viani are in the waiting room. They drove the little girl to meet her father. In his hand, he carried a paper bag containing snacks and various souvenirs from Korea.

“Papa!” peekik Viani so Indra came out of a door with an orange uniform.

Indra came to Viani and stretched out her arms to hold her tightly. “Papa Kangen, Vi!”

“Viani too,” the girl unraveled her embrace and looked at Indra. “Papa how are you?”

“Good, Dear.”

Gala and Gemma stood at a distance to notice the interaction between father and son that was so warm. Indra looked very happy when he met Viani and his hand never separated from the grasp of his only child's hand.

Indra transformed into a very different person after the case that befell him. Gemma is actually quite amazed by the drastic changes of her ex-husband. Indra even gave up the ex-wife to marry someone else.

However, there is one thing that Gemma is still quiet at this time.

Videos of Indra and the late Ranita, still neatly stored in his phone. Even Gala herself did not know about it.

Gemma never told about Indra's ugliness in Gala, the husband only knew things as necessary. That's one of the things Gemma likes about Gala. He still respects the privacy between Gemma and Indra. And only occasionally ask if it is necessary.

I don't know, there was one impulse that made him to keep the embarrassing evidence. He himself doesn't know what it is for. Gemma also realized that she had never interacted with Indra again.

His daydreams caved in as he felt a slow touch on his arm. Gala was staring at him intensely. “Thinking what, Gem?”

Gemma breathed out. ”Gala, can I not meet Mas Indra?”

That question made Gala's forehead shrivel. “For what?”

“Consolately say hello for a moment. After all, I have never talked to Mas Indra about the development of Viani. He deserves to know how Viani was in our care.”

Her husband looks squinting. Gemma stared fiercely for a few seconds, before she nodded to agree. Of course it wasn't what Gala liked, but she agreed with the wife.

“I will not be long,” said Gemma reassured her husband before walking to the table Viani and Indra.

...***...

“Halo, Mas Indra,” greet Gemma.

Indra raised his head, seeing the ex-wife who looked more and more beautiful. Her hair looks better and shines. His skin is no longer pale. And the cheeks that were once tapered are now so densely filled.

However, one thing Indra noticed from the ex that he became a very different person. Gemma looks very confident and her tone no longer implies that she is very inferior.

“Honey, Mama would like to talk to Papa,” said Viani while placing her hand on Viani's back.

The little girl nodded and left her parents.

Gemma sat in a chair in front of Indra and was graceful. He put his elbows and both hands on the table.

“How are you, Mas?”

Indra also placed both hands on the table. Their situation looks relaxed. “Good. You alone, how?”

“Sehat ... I'm healthy ..”

“You are now so different, Gem.”

Indra's comments did not make Gemma react. He was still silent as he stared at the wooden table in front of them.

“Gem ..” Indra saw from the tail of his eyes, Gala and Viani together walked out of that waiting room, towards the parking lot. “Are you sure Gala is a good husband to you?”

Gemma's brain is suddenly alert to fishing questions like this. Let's see what you mean, Mom. The Gemma's inner being had a feeling of foreboding.

“Sure I'm sure, Mas.”

“However you try to change your appearance, you still can not match Gala , Gem.”

Gemma's unpleasant feelings are proven. He lowered his hand from the table, got into his bag and squeezed his phone.

“You think the Gala really likes you? I don't think he's sincere to you.”

“Tau what are you, Mas?”

“You saw who Gala was, Gem. At least soon you are left behind because he prefers people who are much prettier than you. Surely, people one circle he many are much more worthy than you.”

The essence of Indra's talk is really more or less with what Leticia delivered the other day.

“You act pretentious, Mas.”

“I just think logically ... I know what the environment of Gala is like. You give up, Gem. Before you get hurt again.”

Gemma's lips are drawn. “Kalo you really know what kind of Gala, you should know your own boss when in Rapidash Express.”

Indra's jaw hardened hearing Gemma apparently knew about Gala's disguise there. Gala is the one who unravels all their crimes. Verily now, Indra's heart was filled with fiery fury. But for the sake of Viani, he endured all his anger.

“You conspired for my mistress. You guys are an epic couple.” Indra finally spewed out the accusation.

“Me and Gala never planned to be that bad, Mas. It is precisely you who have been messing around in the company of people. You did the crime, not my husband!”

Indra pulled the hand of Gemma violently. He looked at Gemma with bulging eyes and tightened neck veins. Gemma could see the flames of vengeance in Indra's eyes.

Gemma gasps. He was looking for Gala's whereabouts, but the man was no longer there. Then he looked at Indra, who seemed ready to skin him at this moment.

“I'll take Viani away from you!”

“I already had a feeling today when I met you, Mas. You have not changed at all.” Gemma brushed Indra's hand off her arm, more precisely, she slammed the arm. While giving a clean gesture on his arm, Gemma tried to remain calm. “By the way, I still have proof you ML the same Ranita ..”

Gemma took her phone and showed the video to Indra. Indra's eyes widened, about to escape from his place because it was so shocked.

“Stop!”

Without any encouragement from where, Gemma instead raised the sound of the video until the sound of his des*hannya increasingly sounded loud.

“STOP!!” Indra squealed with emotion. He almost snatched away Gemma's phone, but the woman was faster.

“If you dare to be like-macamin Gala or Viani, be ready, Mas. One country will know you, not only as a corruptor, but also as a cheap-movie-movie-cheater that everyone will be blasphemed. Think about it, how Aunty Mira and Om Philip if they see this video or know the video is spread in ..”

Gemma did not continue her words while grinning and put the phone back in the bag. “So, rethink your intention to create chaos in our family or make Viani hate Gala.”

Indra sat in his chair with a sad face and lost. One minute, he fell silent in mixed feelings. "Congratulations. You've got everything, while I, I've lost everything."

When Gemma witnessed Indra's change in expression, she realized that Indra's insults and threats were just a form of defeat and envy that had burst into the chest of the former.

There is a sense of pity in Gemma. He was still trying to understand Indra's position. That not everyone would be willing to see his ex is already much happier.

Especially when Indra saw Gemma from the position now, slumped, humiliated even had lost everything. "Not everyone. You still have Viani. Until then, we won't separate you from him, Mas."

Indra looked down, almost crying. But Gemma did not want to go from there to wipe away the tears. That's not his job anymore.

“You don't have to worry, Mom. Gala really loves Viani, not just me.”

“Gala is indeed many times much better than me. Viani could love him. What can I promise you now? I went to jail. All my assets have been confiscated and I cannot even work at all.”

Gemma bit her lips, feeling a little guilty about Indra's situation which is now so helpless in prison.

“Not to be inferior, Mas. You must not be afraid. Your position is not replaced at all. There is only one Papa, you. Until now, Viani still calls Gala with the name ‘Om’, in your honor. And Gala has absolutely no objection.”

“Really?”

“Even ideas to visit you today are ideas from Gala.”

Gemma glanced at the wall clock behind Indra who was still flinching in her thoughts, not daring to look at Gemma.

"I ... still love you," whispered Indra so softly.

Gemma just smiled knot. “Mas, we are the past ..." Gemma pulled the zipper of her bag while standing up. "I'll be here again next week with Viani. It's time we went home. See you soon."

...***...

“You why Gem? How did his face get bent?” ask Gala. The man approached his wife and whispered worriedly. “You're all right, right? Indra what is it to you?”

“Nothing, Sweetie,” said Gemma smiling sweetly. “Come, we go ..”

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