Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 118
Gabby reluctantly opened her eyes to see who was sitting next to her. From the fragrance that rushes to his sense of smell he already knows who it is. He had memorized the fragrance, because they often met.
George did not open his voice, even though he knew the woman beside him was just pretending. He put a small paperbag over Gabby's thigh.
Gabby, who felt something on her thigh, opened her eyes to see it. He looked to the side where George was looking ahead. “What is this?”
“Just open.” firmly George without taking his eyes off.
Gabby started looking at the contents of the papperbag. His eyes sparkled, he took off his black glasses that he had been wearing. He wanted to see if it really belonged to him or not. After being watched, it turned out to be true. That's his phone.
Gabby, who was happy because her mother's ring, met with reflexes to hug George tightly. “Thank you.” Her happy tears just fell.
George returned the hug with pleasure. Patting Gabby's shoulders to strengthen the woman.
After a while, Gabby began to untangle him. Sit back as before. He cleared his throat to reduce the awkwardness he had made just now. He wanted to hit his own head which suddenly hugged George without permission.
What are you doing Gabby! You're like a cheap woman, hugging a man! Gabby is cursing herself.
George observed Gabby who was seen repeatedly thumping with flushed cheeks. “Are you happy?” ask George.
Gabby nodded. “Very. Did you take it?” He locked the sharp eye bead.
“Hm.” George nodded.
“When?”
“When I left you with Marvel in that parking lot.”
“So you left me to find my phone?” Gabby had misunderstood. He thought George didn't care about him, but he didn't.
“Hm.”
“Because I want to,” replied George.
Turns out I was wrong, I think he did it because he loved me so much that he was willing to dive to the bottom of the sea. Gabby dialogues with her own heart by swallowing disappointment.
The two humans who were staring at each other were not blinking at all, as if they were deep in each other's thoughts. Until the sound of deheman from behind, disturbing the tense atmosphere. Davis.
“Have you looked at the two of you, not all of you said holy promises too? While we were still at the cathedral,” was always Davis as he and his wife drew closer to George and Gabby's chair.
“If he wants, I will directly take care of all his needs.” George responded to Davis's remarks. But his eyes still locked Gabby's beautiful bead.
Gabby threw her eyes in any direction. He did not want his heart to run uncontrollably. Breathing oxygen with his nose, then slowly extracting it from his mouth to neutralize this increasingly confusing feeling.
George's words were serious. She's even ready to marry Gabby right now, but she won't force Gabby.
Diora and Davis begin sitting side by side in a row of seats with Gabby and George.
Diora observed the look of her best friend from top to bottom. Even the eyes were not separated from his observation.
“Gab,” call Diora.
“Hm?” Gabby looked briefly at the source of the sound, then back to how it was. He had not been strong enough to look at Diora when he remembered his Papa's loving gaze towards Diora a few days ago.
“Have you cried?” ask the curious Diora. “Do you disagree with this wedding?” He deduces from the clothes Gabby uses, all black. It is like a heart that is grieving.