Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 110

Marvel told George everything from the hospital incident, to losing track of Gabby and being stuck in traffic.

“Please help me find Gabby,” pinta Marvel by force.

“Just relax, I know where he is,” reply George.

“In ma—” Marvel's greeting came to a halt as George disconnected the call unilaterally.

“Shit! Not polite! He could've turned it off, I gave him the information. Turn he knows something, don't share it with me,” grumbled Marvel. “Man's basis is stingy!” The phone in his hand he slammed on the chair until it bounced and fell to the floor of the car.

“My phone ... I had to fast for a month to buy it.” Jo took his phone. He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the condition of the precious object was fine. He hugged the flat object and stroked it.

“I think you should also send me to a mental hospital so you're sane, mobile phone as soon as you love it,” pussy Marvel snorting in disgust with the behavior of Jo.

Not long after, the windshield of his car was knocked on by someone from outside. Jo immediately lowered the glass because he knew the person.

“What did you call me?” ask Mark who's off duty to spy on George.

“You came by motor?” Marvel answered with a question.

Mark nodded. “Iya, sir.”

“Good,” said Marvel. “Jo, unlock the center!” her word.

“Where are you going, mister?”

“Searching Gabby! Where else? Play to the mall? You are just asking! Fast!” marvel is impatient.

Marvel gets out of the car and follows Mark to the side of the road where Mark's motorcycle is parked. They pass through traffic jams easily, because they can overtake through the gap between the car and the car.

Marvel gives Mark orders to go to the cemetery where Mama Gabby is buried. Because, he knew Gabby would go to that place often.

Once there, it turns out Gabby wasn't there. Marvel asked the funeral ranger, and he said there was a young woman on a motorcycle. It's exactly what Marvel says. However, it had left again just a moment ago.

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After receiving word from Marvel. George immediately broke up a weekly meeting with shareholders, Davis, who had not yet entered work because he was waiting for his sick wife to make the important meeting stop.

George looks at his phone, he opens a GPS app installed with a small tracking device inside Gabby's phone protector. He accidentally put the thing up while Gabby was staying at his apartment. Previously, he wanted to make meetings suddenly and accidentally made up so as if he and Gabby were indeed a match.

“Reacted, works also that tool.” George was very pleased with his intelligence.

George ran to a special elevator for himself and Davis. He's going to the basement. Directly into the only car parked in a special place of the company owner.

George hooked up the GPS where Gabby was, to the little monitor in his car. He drove the four-wheeled vehicle to the point where Gabby's movements were visible on the monitor.

“What's he going there for?” mumbling George. It's getting deeper into the gas.

“Shit! Macet!” gerutu George while pressing the horn of his car.

George looked at the queue of vehicles in front of him. He can't be patient. His car that has been on the edge, he claps so that when traffic starts smoothly, does not block the vehicle behind him.

“Stop!” george confronted a biker.

“What's up?” The bully-bodied man with the full tattoo in his hand asked fiercely.

George was not afraid of that. “How much is your bike worth?” tanyakanya.

The man also mentioned the price when he bought his motorcycle in a new state.

“Oke, you're down! Give me your keys and helmet, I'll buy it at ten times the price,” bargained George.

“You're serious?”

“Ya!” george said firmly and loudly. “Write your account number.” He handed the phone to the man.

The tattooed man also entered his account number.

“I've transferred, you check! Now, down!” expel George.

The man smiled happily to get a windfall. He went down to give George a helmet and a motor key.