Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 116
Two days passed, today was the wedding day of Lordeus and Natalie. Whether to be happy or not, Gabby doesn't know. He still lamented his sadness at losing his Mother's ring.
Gabby had tried to return to the sea to dive and find her phone that sank to the bottom of the sea, but could not. It's heavily guarded by Marvel's men.
For Gabby's safety, Marvel openly provided a safeguard so that the woman did not act recklessly anymore. Even though Gabby doesn't like Marvel, she doesn't care.
Marvel had warned his men to work properly without any mistakes.
For two days Gabby did not have a cell phone, she planned to go out to buy the sophisticated object. I bought a gift for my dad's wedding.
Gabby exhales when the memory of her happy-looking Papa with Natalie and Diora in the hospital, comes to mind. Still cluttered her chest.
Clamps!
Gabby's apartment door opened, the woman poking out in tomboyish clothes as usual. Black jeans are very tight, black shirt that is worn wrapped in a black shirt that is not buttoned with the sleeves rolled up into three-quarter sleeves, black sneakers, black sneakers, hair in rolls and covered with a black hat, do not forget the sunglasses perched covering his eyes. The black bag that had always been his mainstay was already behind his back.
Today Gabby seems to be in mourning, his heart is certainly getting hurt more and more.
“Where are you going, miss?” ask the man dressed in black with a posture like a bouncer, plus a brew that is so thick adds to the confusion of the person.
“What are your eyes blind? Can't you see I'm out? Yes, obviously I want to go!” gabby was upset with the man. The one who always throws it up to look for his lost phone.
“Sorry, miss. I just run the task to take care of you.” The man was blocking Gabby's way so she couldn't get through.
“Keeping, right? Not lock me? You can come with me if you want!” cetus Gabby arrogantly folded his hands together on his chest.
“Nona, Mr. Marvel does not allow you to ride a motorcycle,” prevent the man in a bushy frame when Gabby approaches a big motorbike parked next to a black macho car.
Gabby turned her body to look at the Marvel guy. “Who wants to ride a motorcycle?” His hand pressed the key button.
Beep ... beep ...
The black car rang. Without explaining, they already know if the car wants to drive.
Gabby swung her legs again, then got into the very dashing black Hummer H1. It's a pity that the car was never used.
Blam it!
Gabby slammed the door very hard. He lowered the car glass next to him. “You want to come or not?” He asked Marvel's still-silent men to block his path.
Two men dressed in black got into the car, both sitting in the back seat at Gabby's behest.
Gabby spurred the car that he never used, only heating the engine every day so as not to be damaged.
“Nona, can you slow down the pace? Or, let me drive,” said the brewok man. He's not afraid of his safety, but Gabby's.
Gabby drove her car recklessly, overtaking other vehicles, even turning recklessly on the tracks where the electric train would pass by for a while longer.
“Look, my car is commonly used as an American war car. If I crash it with a car that's driving here it won't be damaged. Do you want to prove it?” challenge Gabby to point at a car passing in the opposite direction to her.